"I didn't ponder the question to long, I
was hungry and went out for a bite" - Jimmy Buffett"I didn't ponder the question to long, I
was hungry and went out for a bite" - Jimmy Buffett
When we arrived, sopping wet, back at the hotel, there's a
message waiting for us... Leitha of the Cosmo article had called!
She wanted to know if we wanted to go out to dinner with her and
Karen. Fuckin' A! We hadn't been here a full 24 hours yet and we
already had dates!
The girls called twice to change the meeting time, but at
last we arrive at their hotel to Sweep them off their feet. Wrong!
When we get to their room, Karen comes out, and closes the door,
shakes our hand and says "Friends? Right?"
The girls want to go to "All Stars" for dinner. A very
American place. Reminiscent of a Hard Rock Cafe dedicated to
famous sports personalities. Not my idea of a way to sample the
local color. The food (though American) was good, and if you're
into sports, the memorabilia is interesting. After dinner, the
girls want to go to "Christine's" a loud
disco. Fortunately, the line is too long to get in, so we head
back to Fat Tuesday's instead. At this point, Santanu is tired of
dealing with Crabby Karen, so he took the car and boogied. The
rest of us didn't last much longer, Karen's mechanical bull ride
threw her off, and I was forced to wear a stupid chicken hat
(actually, that was kind of fun), besides look at the claws on
her! Reminds me of the Eagle from Chichén
Itzá with the man's vital organs in it's talons. So I took
the girls home and departed for the hotel at about 02:00.
Due to the late hour, I had expected Santanu to be back in the
hotel. Nope. He was still out, so I head to the hotel bar.
There's three guys at one end, two speaking with Irish accents,
and one with a Geordi accent. Down at the other end, are a couple
of guys that work at the hotel, and the bartender. Apparently the
bartender speaks no English, and the Brits no Spanish as my
following conversation will reveal.
Due to the late hour, I ask the bartender "¿A que hora esta
cerado?" (What time do you close?)
Gesturing at the Brits, he replies "Usualamente, a media
noche. Este noche, porque los eles estan importantes, ¿Quien
sabe? ¿Quien es eles?" (Usually, at
midnight. But tonight, because of those important guys, who
knows? Who are they anyway?)
I haven't a clue who they are, or why he thinks they are
important, but since I overheard them talking about Cantona, I
make something up and answer him anyway "Los son jugadores
famosos de futbol por 'West Ham' en Inglaterra" (They are famous soccer players for the English team
'West Ham')
He gets all excited, shakes their hands and runs on over to tell
his friends. I'm bustin' a gut here, so the big Geordi address's
me: "Wot ja tahl tha-ht bugger?"
"I told him you all played for West Ham"
After the laughing died down, they each bought me a beer.
By tradition, that meant that I had to buy the next three rounds!
Sheeeit. We were getting rat's assed. By the time we finished up,
it was almost 05:00, and still no sign of Santanu! An hour later,
he stumbles in and we head off to bed. Yep, it's about 06:00. Two
days in a row!
Ring!.....RING!RING! Fuck! It's not even 08:00
yet. Who the hell is that on the damn phone! My head hurts, some
animal crawled into my mouth and died there, and besides that I
feel like shit. I guess I had better get the phone.
Wait a minute! Didn't this happen yesterday? Oh yea, It
did. And it would happen again tomorrow. And the next day.
As a matter of fact, it would happen every day we're there.
Don't people in Cancún ever sleep in?
This time I'm greeted by a Texan accent, "Hey Honey!"
"Huh?" Honey? Who is this person talking to?
"It's me Leitha, I wanted to catch you early so as to know
when y'all are coming ta git us"
(Barely awake) "Get you? For what?"
"Doncha member? Y'all promised to take us-all t'the ruins en
y'alls Jeep"
Wait a minute. I knew I was drunk last night, but why o why would
I have invited these two to Tulum? After making sure Santanu was
good and awake, I give in. Arguing with this woman is like trying
to milk a bull, you won't get anywhere, and you'll piss the bull
off. So we go and pick them up.
La Ruta
Maya (Part I) |
