Posted by Richard
on 03/04/02 A boring report but the best I can do .
ts Friday afternoon and its finally time to leave the house. A quick
run to O'Hare and --- WOW look at the line! But an hour later and my
bags are checked and I have already hooked up with Chumley. Note:
A lady ahead of me came to the airport without matching ID she held up
our flight for over 30 minutes!
But hey we're off and Cozumel is the next stop.
Scuba Jim has arrived ahead of me and has assured me he will be there to
greet me with a vehicle and a Rum and Coke. This remains to be seen as I
forgot to pick him up on a previous trip tehehe. (So what’s a measly 4
hours between friends)?
We land and it takes forever to get my bags and past the green light.
But I do and sure enough there is my buddy Jim with a drink in hand. I
take a BIG SWALLOW and much to my surprise it is a Rum and Coke! But
it’s lacking considerably in the Coke!
I fight it down and head out to what I thought would be one of Mikes
Trucks, but hey, there’s no truck in sight!
Jim's reply "We Don't Need No Stinking Truck" and with all the
confidence of an Island Timeshare Salesman, he points to a yellow 80cc
scooter from Smart. Well we saddle up and pull out of the airport with
my luggage in tow much to the amusement of several of the Taxi drivers ,
who are honking and laughing.
It’s a short and thankfully uneventful ride to the house.
I quickly make a change into island evening attire check all the
necessities, yes electric is on water runs toilets flush AND there is
still 3 bottles of Rum in the Cabinet soooooo we're both back on the
scooter and heading to Tony Rome’s for Ribs and a few more R&C's .
Then its over to the Cactus to see David but oopps no David, he and the
band have left. Down to Viva Mexico, C&C's and then to a New Club
The Ba Ba Lou III. Well 1:30 AM manages to sneak up on us, so its back
to the house for some well-deserved sleep.
Saturday Morning:
Its 7:00 am the sun is streaming through the sliding glass doors that
lead out to my rear garden. I watch for awhile, the little green and
yellow finches as they gather the nectar from my bougainvillea, and then
head to the kitchen to hit the switch on the Crups and await for the
wonderful smell of coffee in Mexico.
Jim and I discuss the agenda for the day and head to Smart to pick up a
scooter for me. Well there is no scooter available yet, so off we go to
Hog Town Cafe for breakfast and to See Mike and Margaret, old friends
and owners of Papa
Hogs Scuba Emporium.
Breakfast of Huevos Mexicana is as always great, a few more cups of
coffee to chase away the cobwebs of the night before and we are once
again ready to discuss our plans for the next 14 days.
Seems the topic of discussion is NOT the weather or diving or even which
party will win the election.
But it is! When will the liquor sales be halted, will they be halted at
all and if so, for how long? Jim gets a very serious look on his face,
which I acknowledge and we head to the store to do a weeks worth of
shopping.
We get another bottle of rum to add to the 3 at the house already and 2
Grande placticos of Coke some nuts and chips and T.P. and yep one weeks
shopping done with, we head to the house. WE decide to dedicate the day
to picking up a scooter and cruising around town looking for a car to
buy.
Audrey and I had decided, that it only makes sense to have a car at the
house. It would be cheaper, more convenient and add to our sence of
really belonging on the island. But just what to buy? Well I felt it
should be a convertible or a 4x4.
Aud wanted it to be a VW Sedan.
We got the VW sedan :(
But this as always was no simple transaction in Mexico. No it took 23
pages of documents passing hands to finally arrive with a car, free and
clear and registered in My Name. Go Figure! Got the car for Audrey soooo
off to try and find a motorcycle or scooter for me. But this was not to
be. Not at least for this trip. : (
Sunday we/Mike Jim and I did a venture to Mescalitos for the afternoon.
Mike on his H.D. Heritage and Jim and I on our Smart 80cc scooters. Wow
I forgot just how long a ride it is on the cross-island road. My scooter
refused to go beyond the 70kph mark, which is about 42 mph. Mike, got
wayyyyy ahead of us/me needless to say. However we caught up and passed
him once we we're seated on a coupler of stools and tipping a few cold
ones.
Note: we never did figure out the liquor sales thing, as it seemed you
could always get a beer or what ever somewhere. Everyone had his or her
own rules. PLG closed the bar from 10:45 PM Sat. till some time Sunday
afternoon. Some never stopped and a few didn't open up for Sat or
Sunday. Your guess is as good as ours on this one.
Back to the house to S/S and Shave and back to town for dinner. Gaviatos
grill for dinner .Now here was a new twist. They could not give away a
drink as is there custom with dinner but you could buy one, huh?
Had a decent dinner but his prices have really gone up and the quality
seems to be down. This we would find to be a common denominator on the
island. Most of the clubs where either closed or very slow so we headed
back to the Casa for an early night. Monday morning was coming and we
were going to do our usual beach dive to check out our gear.
Monday morning has arrived. Jim had forced me to sit out front and drink
R&C's with him till the weeee hours and catch up on all that has
been going on since last we'd seen each other. (Last trip was in Sept
and we had gotten stranded in Coz.)
Off again to Hog Town for Breakfast and a beach dive.
After breakfast we inform Margaret we will be doing a gear check/beach
dive, she ask to see our C cards and suggest we have a DM go along to
check out our basic skills tehehe. This is in response to the fact that
over the last 3 trips equaling about 7 weeks her records show that we
average about 3 two tank dives per trip. Then informs us it would have
made more sense for us to be bartenders than dive instructors points to
the beach while shaking her head.
We head down to the beach get tanks and lead and begin to gear up. Jim
turns to me and asks WHATS free flowing? I tell him it’s ONLY my OCTO
and if his is working we wont need mine. He shakes his head and says...
we're dive buddies you me same ocean.
I bang the octo a few times and it stops and we head into the water. All
goes as well as could be expected.
Hey it’s a shallow beach dive and yes I give my octo some attention
once we're back. A few minor adjustments and everything is once again in
top working order. Lunch and back to car hunting.
I Know Its Boring so far but it was our trip.
HINT : it aint going to get much better :) More later
Good night.