Do not think that the title of this post is intended as a showcase of my prowess in English because my knowledge of this language is limited to hola, por favor, senor and senorita, the pages of my dictionary Travel s'écornant peacefully in the back pocket of my pants, learning the local language does not appear to be part of the all-inclusive, the hotel staff and other tourists constantly reminding me that even on holiday we must do everything very quickly and that English lends itself well when it comes to seek information or request services.
It's not just the beach and the beautiful "ti-body" in Riviera Maya. Among the "tricks" offered very selfish I eliminated the "Coco Bongo" (tour clubs) because I no longer drink and the sight of a daily quota of Elvis Graton English rowdy and drunk early in the morning at the bar the pool as the scene of an ugly 300-pound Linda has stumbled because too drunk next to my lawn chair, convinced me that I would not have the tolerance necessary for a fun night at Coco Bongo "among all those revelers whose sole pleasure is to consume as much drink because c is "gratis".
might as well be in the corner we have opted for an excursion to the pyramids at Coba and learn about Mayan culture with a guide who spoke a little French.
Past the security gate of our gilded cage universal poverty is seen in the first kilometers of the road and I guess to avoid the view to tourists all bus drivers and mini-buses trying to drive fast and badly with the hidden intention to focus our attention on the road, not on homes that border because of the airport to the hotel was the same kind of driving.
Rite of passage, pilgrimage, challenge, call it what you want the ultimate choice of this "tour" was climbing the stairs at all costs of this pyramid peak despite the dizziness and Marjo my trouble down the stairs (I have to take after the boom) following the fracture of my leg last spring. And we succeeded, sometimes on the buttocks, sometimes holding the rope, sometimes like proud kings descended the steps of their thrones. What mattered the way we did.
We wanted, for this trip, mark the passage of the year differently. So fuck, 2010, 2011 just worry we're waiting with a lantern brick worse if you try to make us shit.
Some pictures to support the thing
The "Tour" to the pyramids of Coba also offered a visit to an "authentic" Mayan village where Marjo was invited to mess with the Dean of the village and attend a musical Tribal enough
Anecdotes on this trip:
1 - A young woman probably thinking the bus ride a little long between the hotel and Coba and addressing the guide:
"It is ben you still far from Cuba? "
2 - had to walk several kilometers into the forest to get to the main pyramid. On the way back all young people have taken bicycle taxis, including the guide. Only the gang of 40 + years walked ....
3 - At the entrance of a Mayan house there near the door had an old cardboard box with lots of little chickens, so the emerging guide points to the box and joke says: "Choose your dinner." A youth in his twenties became all white and it took the seat to prevent his condition worsens.
Sometimes I despair of youth ....
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