was our first port, on April 4th. After two relaxing sea days spent exploring the ship, we were excited to start exploring Mexico! Cabo was beautiful. It is called the “playground of the rich” and the week before we were there, we saw on tv that George Clooney was. (and yes, I looked for him.)
This was one of the beaches. The water was so bright teal in color!Cabo was the weathiest of the five ports we went to. You could tell they really wanted the American tourists to feel safe enough to spend money. They even had chainlink fencing up to keep the local vendors away, though the poor people lined it and reached their hands through the fence to offer trinkets for sale. John had on an Oregon Ducks tee shirt and so everywhere we went, sellers were calling out “Hola! My friend from Oregon! Come here, I have a special deal for you, special for Oregon!” and surprisingly, several yelled “Go, Ducks! Good deal for you, Mr. Oregon!” yachts, and the mall here was very upscale. Mexico struck me as having no real “middle”. It was either very showy and affluent or heart breakingly poor (often right next to each other). Granted, we probably didn’t get to see much of authentic Mexico, in our limited port days! But that is what kept jumping out at me, everywhere we went.Well, that and all the Pharmacias, offering cheap, no prescription drugs. Including Viagra! John wouldn’t pose with the “Mucho Caliente” guy, so I had to. It was too funny to let a little thing like my dignity get in the way.
I accidentally put my mousse and hairspray in our carry-on and they were confiscated. My wavy hair plus tropical humidity equals a-hat-is-necessary. All the ship had in the gift shop was White Rain brand, and it was ELEVEN dollars. are you kidding me? White Rain is the worst. Its at the Dollar Tree. I couldn’t do it. The ship gave an hour long “class” on how to shop in Cabo-famous for high end watches and exclusive diamonds and rare art. I bought mousse for $65.oo and q-tips for $15.00. I was gasping at the price until John did the peso conversion and it was about 10% of that (6.50 and 1.50-ok, that I can live with) I couldn’t find hairspray. You are gasping out now “Brenda, how did you go 10 days without hairspray?!
I’m a survivor.
This is the famous “Arch”. I had done Internet searching before our trip and had excursions set up for most of the ports. The prices were less than half of what the Cruise line was charging and I felt quite smart and frugal. This was a glass bottom boat tour, combined with an air conditioned van tour of the city, and a little show on how they make tequila-2.5 hours for under $30-crazy cheap! The last part was the boat, my favorite. The driver was so friendly and the views were amazing. Though the boat was very small, and the waves were high enough on the far side of the arch to be quite exhilarating. It did cross my mind that we could die out there, and perhaps the $ saved was irrelevant, at that point. The driver made sure to tell us how a tour boat had gone into this cave at low tide and stayed too long and drowned, a family of five. This was just a few years ago, and now-darn-he wasn’t allowed to take us in there! I was fine with that– happy to just use the “zoom” on the camera, captured enough, for me!There was a beautiful Spanish name for this rock I can’t recall. I think it had to do with how it is shaped like a howling wolf?! It’s very large-can you see that little tour boat off to the right? That’s a fancy, full-price kind of boat and probably 2x the size of ours!There are lots of brown pelicans in every port, and it was funny to see them chase the fishermans boats, hoping for a toss of fish.( you see Mr. Oregon, there on the left?) The shops and restaurants were all very lush, yet I couldn’t find a working bathroom! When I finally did, it was beautiful marble and obviously quite elegant and yet filthy, garbage all over, a broken faucet and-what I found throughout Mexico- There were NO toilet seats-had they all been stolen? It’s not like I was going to sit down but it fascinated me. And then, at every port I rated the restrooms and came out to gleefully give John a point by point rating…He was really thrilled to be my traveling companion, let me tell you.
Look at those tropical fish! There was one in bold orange and blue stripes…. “Denver Broncos!”
We haven’t been blessed to travel very much (unless you count Pacific Northwest camping as traveling. If you do, then we are pros) So I was really loving all the exotic, tropical stuff…the palm trees, etc. I kept boring John by chattering on and on about the weird trees and the strange birds and once I almost ran off like a kindergartener, after a yellow butterfly (but it was the size of my fist! Seriously!) and I asked every tour guide the names of flowers and it confused them.
Crazy American Tourists!