Showing posts with label Isla Mujeres. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Isla Mujeres. Show all posts

Monday, November 5, 2018

Freddy Medina: “Quiero renombrar la caravana de Navidad en honor de Lawrie.” (English blog posted on Oct 30th)

Lynda and Lawrie 2011

Esta semana nuestros buenos amigos Freddy Medina y su hermosa esposa Yadira Velazquez (Eva) fueron a nuestra pequeña casa en Isla Mujeres.

Freddy dijo, “Quiero renombrar la caravana en honor de mi buen amigo Lawrie.”

Me quedé sin palabras.

Freddy siguió, “Sin su ayuda, esta caravana nunca hubiera pasado y quiero que todos lo recuerden.”

Sugerí porque sus nietos de Lawrie siempre lo llamaban “Elmo”, por qué no nombramos la caravana “La Caravana Navideña de Elmo”.

Este año Freddy puso la fecha viernes, el 21 de Diciembre, empezando a las 5:30 pm. Aquí les explico como empezó todo.

El Inicio- Septiembre 2011

“Qué chido. Nos invitaron a una fiesta de Halloween el 31 de Octubre 2011, en la casa de Curtis y Ashley de Villa la Bella”, dijo Lawrie mientras leía la invitación en voz alta.

Un mes después, el cartero local llegó en su moto a nuestra puerta con un saco enorme de algodón etiquetado con el nombre de Lawrie y nuestra dirección.

“¿Qué es eso?” pregunté, sin saber de las compras por internet que hacía Lawrie.

Eso era un disfraz de Elmo mandado del fabricante Claudio Mascots Oficial Lima Peru, un disfraz grande, peludo, rojo fuerte con una cabeza grande y ojos de plástico. Era increíble. Hecho hermosamente, y una replica exacta de Elmo.

Hace años cuando el nieto mayor de Lawrie estaba aprendiendo a hablar, pensaba que el nombre de Lawrie era Elmo y el apodo se quedó. Los niños iban a visitar en Diciembre 2011. Lawrie decidió aprovechar el uso del disfraz; para la fiesta de Halloween y dar la bienvenida a nuestros nietos en el muelle de Ultramar.

 El disfraz de Elmo fue un éxito total. Durante los próximos dos años, Lawrie lo usó muchas veces cuando fue a buscar a sus parientes – sobrinos, sobrinos nietos, hermana, cuñado y amigos – en el muelle de Ultramar. Elmo-Lawrie fue invitado al primer aniversario de Barlitos cuando estaban en la Avenida Hidalgo todavía.

Todos querían tomar fotos con Elmo; los niños, los padres y los abuelos. Hasta algunos de los personajes dubitativos que pasaban tiempo en la esquina por las noches querían una foto con Elmo.

Luego en 2013 nuestro amigo Freddy Medina nos preguntó si podía prestar el disfraz  para una fiesta de cumpleaños para un niño especial en la isla. Freddy estaba tan feliz con la alegría que le dio al niño que él sugirió la idea de una caravana navideña presentando Elmo y nuestros disfraces nuevos de Micky y Minnie Mouse, comprado por otra fiesta en Villa la Bella.
 
Freddy Medina - Elmo
La primera caravana fue divertidísima. Solo había ocho o nueve vehículos y una docena de motos mas o menos.

Nuestro jefe, Freddy llegó tarde y los carritos de golf se habían formado en una cola muy organizada hacia el norte. Debimos organizarnos hacia el sur para ir a las colonias primero. ¿Qué íbamos a saber? Todos éramos nuevos con lo de la caravana. Eventualmente cambiamos la dirección hacia el sur para ir a los vecindarios muy poblados. La caravana iba por las colonias en una ruta muy interesante que el conductor del primer vehículo había planeado solamente en su mente.

No teníamos ninguna idea de lo que estábamos haciendo.
 
Lawrie Lock & Chuck Watt
La emoción en las caras de los jóvenes. Los abuelos y padres corriendo a buscar a los niños para ver a Elmo, Mickey, Minnie, Bob Esponja, el payaso y el Grinch. El ruido, la confusión. La risa.

 Lawrie y yo habíamos comprado cinco libras de dulces, pero en la mitad de la ruta, les pedimos a nuestros conductores Chuck y Marcy Watt, que pararan de emergencia en Dunosusa para comprar cinco libras mas de dulces.

Lawrie & Lynda Lock, con Sparky
2013 también fue el año que aprendimos a quedarnos en los carritos de golf y no bajarnos con los disfraces puestos. Lawrie había entrado en un grupo de personas para saludar a los niños, cuando un grupo de adolescentes borrachos pensaron que sería cómico para agarrarlo, tirarlo y atraparlo-varias veces. Imagínense un hombre usando un disfraz de todo el cuerpo con una cabeza muy grande tirándose para arriba y abajo en un grupo de personas. Solo en México!

Dos horas mas tarde nuestro grupo cansado se dispersaron en el centro por Rueda Medina. Por casualidad, el vehículo de Elmo se estacionó cerca del punto de inicio de la caravana navideña del Presidente Municipal de Isla Mujeres.

El Presidente le sugirió a Freddy que Elmo debe acompañarles en la caravana. Freddy, que acaba de pasar dos horas bailando en la parte de atrás de una camioneta usando el disfraz completo estaba completamente sudado hasta su calzón con sudor.

Sin embargo, no se le niega al Presiente. Y siguió, bailando y gritando “Feliz Navidad” por dos horas mas. ¡Un Elmo nuevo nació!

En 2014, había mas gente que participaba en el grupo sumando veinte vehículos mas o menos. Freddy arregló con el bus cómico para que la gente acompañara y fuera parte del grupo sin tener que manejar.

El bus cómico es un vehículo muy viejo con dos niveles, decorado con luces de colores y tocando múscia a todo volumen. Iba por las calles de la isla por algunos años, el operador cobraba un poco de dinero para llevar a la gente en un tour alrededor de la isla por la noche.

Ese año seguimos una ruta planeada por la altura del autobús de dos pisos. Los cables eléctricos que se cuelgan muy abajo en las calles siempre son un desafío en México. La solución típica es que una persona se pare en la parte mas arriba del camión o vehículo con una escoba de madera para levantar los cables para poder pasar.

¡Siiiii, levantar cables con corriente con una escoba! Se pasa todo el tiempo. Pero cuando hay una caravana, no hay tiempo para levantar cada cable que está bajo y pasar, así que los pasajeros se agachaban para pasar.

Fue mas fácil para encontrar una ruta diferente. Otra vez, la experiencia fue increíble- el ruido, la gente, los perros, los niños y la música fuerte. Ese año regalamos quince libras de dulces a las multitudes.

Para 2015, pensarían que tendríamos la ruta organizada. Mas o menos. El bus cómico estaba disponible otra vez que significaba que nuestro tour era similar al año previo, hacia el sur, quedándonos en la calles principales y terminando en el centro cerca del Restaurante nuevo Muelle 7 que queda en Rueda Medina.

Teníamos todos los personajes usuales en la caravana, además de Batman-Jimmy. Santa John Pasnau y Sra. Claus Valerie Pasnau silenciosamente se juntaron en medio de la caravana dándoles a los niños una alegría adicional mientras Santa saludaba y decía, “ho ho ho.”

2015 fue el primer año que teníamos una escolta policial en forma de 4 motos que intentaron con muchas ganas para mantener el grupo junto. Fue un poco como arrear los gatos, que si has tenido un gato como dueño, sabrás que es una tarea imposible. Algunos de los vehículos se descompusieron. Algunos de los conductores doblaron mal. Y también teníamos vehículos que no estaban en la caravana entre nosotros, causando mas confusión. La risa de los niños y sus padres sonrientes valieron la pena.

Y luego hubo la caravana del 2016, el sábado 17 de Diciembre, nuestra cuarta caravana anual. Tuvimos camionetas, carros, docenas de carritos de golf, dos moto taxis y algunas motos, pero no había el bus cómico. Parecía que por fin, murió el bus. Teníamos a Elmo, Santa, Sra. Claus, Mickey, Minnie y una Tortuga Ninja. Había por lo menos cuatro o cinco perros incluyendo a nuestro Sparky, vestido por la ocasión paseando en sus carritos decorados. Había docenas de gorros de Santa, decoraciones compradas y decoraciones hechas. Música. Luces. Dulces.


Sin el bus, nuestra ruta era mas flexible. Íbamos al sur de nuestra casa por la colonia Salina Chica, por Salina Grande, La Gloria, por las calles estrechas cerca de la calle principal, doblando otra vez hacia las colonias enfrente de Oscar’s Pizza, seguimos por la calle principal por Chedraui y hacia el centro. Pero no habíamos terminado todavía. Nuestro líder nos llevó por las calles de Madero, Rueda Medina, Abasolo, Guerrero, Juarez, Matamoros y Rueda Medina otra vez. Al final, nos juntamos en la explanada en el centro.

¡Wow! Nuestras caras dolían de sonreír tanto. Nuestras gargantas estaban secas por reírnos tanto. Fue la mejor caravana hasta entonces. Había cincuenta vehículos mas o menos en total. Muchas gracias a todos que participaron en una celebración divertida y familiar. Ustedes son lo que hace este evento tan especial.

Elmo-Freddy & Elmo-Lawrie Lock
En 2017 Lawrie y yo regresamos a Canadá para celebrar la Navidad con toda su familia. Él tenía problemas de salud  y sentimos que podría ser su ultima oportunidad para celebrar una Navidad con la familia Lock. Rob y Julie felizmente se disfrazaron  como Mickey y Minnie en el 2017 y en las caravanas del futuro.

Si quieres ser parte de la loca diversión, contacten a Freddy o a mí en Facebook. No olviden en la lista de compras las luces navideñas con pilas y si es posible sistemas de música. Es muy complicado comprarlos aquí a veces.

Freddy Medina 
El disfraz de Elmo de la fiesta del 2011 reside en la casa de Freddy Medina. Es una casa muy buena para Elmo. 

Gracias por ser la loca persona con buen corazón que inventó este evento.

Y gracias a Freddy Medina por honrar a mi cariño “Lawrie” por cambiar el nombre de la caravana a “Caravana Navideña de Elmo.”







El Elmo-Lawrie Lock original estará con nosotros en espíritu.

Friday, February 24, 2017

Where the heck are we? Tourist photo-ops,

Dance troupe at the whale shark statue on Isla Mujeres
We’ve all done it, posed beside a large decorative sign with a recognizable name.  The signs are memory joggers for photo-buffs, those of us who snap hundreds of pictures on a two-week holiday trying to capture all of the excitement, all of the beauty.  The signs remind us of the location of a fun experience, a quirky building, or an interesting street scene.

Sunrise side of Isla Mujeres

Recently we have seen an increase bright, cheerful signs simply proclaiming – Isla Mujeres.  We think the signs have been installed to help combat TCS, tourist-confusion-syndrome. Symptoms of TCS include an inability to distinguish between one city and another. Sufferers of TCS are usually oblivious to their surrounding due to the over-use of selfie-sticks and alcohol. Conversations with a visitor who suffers from TCS can sound something like this:

“This is my favourite part of Cancun,” the bikini-clad woman said. 

“Cancun?”  The islander asked, his eyebrows lifting, questioning. Then he noticed the woman was wearing identification wristband from an all-inclusive resort, located on the Riviera Maya.   

“Yes, we are on a day trip from the hotel zone.  This is my favourite part of Cancun.”

“Actually, this isn't Cancun.” He patiently replied, “We're a separate community. This is Isla Mujeres.”

“Oh! I’ve never heard of it.”       

           ~


Arriving on Isla Mujeres
If you are here on a day-trip, the first indication that you aren’t in Cancun is the enormous metal sign spread across the top of the Ultramar passenger ferry terminal – Isla Mujeres. Snap a phone pic of that one to help you remember where you were. Or just a few steps from the boat, at the head of the wharf is another photo opportunity – an anchor, a painted wooden sign, and the beautiful blue ocean. During the Christmas holidays an enormous inflatable, wooly bear complete with Santa hat and scarf sat beside the anchor. It is an ideal stop for a memory-jogging photo.

Whale Shark statue at night
If you rent a golf cart to tour the island, there will be several other visual clues that you are not in Cancun, you are on Isla Mujeres. There is a large whale shark statue, suspended over a sculpture of a small fishing boat, a panga. It is located about five minutes south from centro, on the western side where the Malécon runs along the water’s edge.  The statue is a popular place to stop for a touristy photo. Driving past this area can get dramatic at times when golf-cart drivers suddenly brake and swerve to the curb, pointing excitedly at the statue with their selfie-stick.

Sunrise side of Isla on winter solstice December 21st 
Back in centro on the eastern shoreline, the sunrise side of the island there is a newer, yet already rusting large sign proclaiming the name of our small community: Isla Mujeres, Island of Women.  The sign is located behind the Casa de la Cultura.  Abasolo Avenue will take you right to the sign – but please remember the Malécon is a walkway.  It isn’t a place to play dodge-em with dog-walkers, joggers, and parents walking small children. The Malécon narrows and ends at a wall, leaving you the obviously-not-an-islander, red-faced, and reversing to extricate yourself from the jam. 


For the folks that are only visiting for a few hours, and plan to walk around centro one of the newer tourist stores on the double-wide Rueda Medina Avenue, Plaza Don Agustin, has a perfect place for a memory-jogging photo inside their store.  On the wall is a depiction of a whale shark along with the name of our community.


In the same neighbourhood is the Miramar Restaurante, located on Rueda Medina Avenue and across from the Señor Frog store. After enjoying a snack, or lunch, or perhaps a cold beverage you can walk out on their dock for yet another Isla Mujeres photo op.

Islanders try their best to help cure TCS, tourist-confusion-syndrome.
Now, if someone could just convince the souvenir sales-people to stop selling Cancun printed t-shirts, and touristy gee-gaws, maybe we could make some real progress.

Cheers

Lynda & Lawrie




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By Marcia on February 4, 2017


Really enjoyed this fast moving and entertaining mystery. Loved her characters and since I read the book while on Isla Mujeres it was twice as much fun! I also really enjoyed all the background and historical facts about the island that was woven throughout the story. Can't wait for the next book.

Friday, December 9, 2016

Sweating for fun, sweating for work – it’s a matter of perspective

View along the Caribbean side - for early morning joggers

In the early mornings right around sunrise until an hour after, the roadways along the Caribbean side of the island are littered with people. People walking. People running. People cycling.  Some are exercising for health, others are using their feet or bicycles to get to their jobs.

Groups of joggers are scattered along the route: three women, a man, two women and several solo guys pound along the roadways dodging stray dogs, and potholes. Decked out in the latest brightly coloured athletic gear with coordinating leggings, tank tops, hoodies, and footwear these folks are serious about their fitness routine. Their large iPhone or equivalent smartphones are strapped to a bicep, earbuds jammed into ear canals and music pounding out the beat as they run along the outer perimeter road to Punta Sur and back.

Other bike riders in centro

Four youngsters sharing two single-gear bicycles, each with a passenger balanced on the foot pegs poking out from the rear axle of the bike, slowly grind southwards headed to one of the numerous construction sites near Punta Sur. The rider stands straight and still, with hands resting on the peddler’s shoulders. It’s a way of getting to and from their manual-labour jobs. It’s hard to know which part of this duo works the hardest. The one peddling the bike. Or the one balanced on round metal pegs. As kids we did the same thing, but the goal was to get to the playground quicker, not to arrive at work six days a week by eight in the morning.

Ab exercises at work
A group of construction workers, in their twenties, trudge southwards towards their job wearing jeans, battered t-shirts and sometimes runners but more often than not cheap disposable sandals. They have a measured pace, arriving at the job for the eight o’clock start time. They will labour until sundown, and frequently later. It’s not uncommon to see workers toiling under inadequate lighting until late in the evening.
Ab exercises on the beach
Vehicles, golf carts, and motos are beginning to make their appearance on the roadways as parents make the frantic dash to school. If the child doesn’t arrive before the gates are locked, then the parent is stuck with sorting out childminding problems for the day.

Our friend, Yaron pushes past on his multi-speed bike, his muscular legs churning like pistons. He zooms up and down this road from first light until he finishes his routine number of laps, or time. His fitness level is impressive. He lifts the fingers of his left hand in a half-wave and smiles while fiercely concentrating on the bumps and challenges of the local road. Hitting a pothole or rock while piloting a skinny-tired bicycle can result in flying lessons for the rider.

Early morning biker rider - selling tortillas

The dog walkers generally have a more leisurely pace while the dogs sniff, pee, sniff, pee and repeat. A few walkers such as Ana have big dogs that set a faster pace. She almost jogs to keep up to her exercise mates. We routinely run across Melissa and Issy, out for their morning constitutional. And Carol’s seventeen-year-old Alfie is blind but knows his way along the sidewalks and pathways. Our Sparky likes to visit with him, but Alfie prefers his solitude instead of in inquisitive wet nose investigating his private areas.

2011 photo - the navy groups use smaller trucks now
A squad of Marinas from the naval infantry is on an early morning circumnavigation of the island. Riding in a grey truck they smile and waggle a couple of fingers in greeting, trying to look seriously bad-ass in their combat gear while grinning a hello.

An hour after sunrise the road in nearly empty. Even though it in now a week into December, the daytime temperature is hitting 30 degrees Celsius, or mid-eighties Fahrenheit.

It’s time to find a shady spot.

Internet photo - we are waiting for our trees to grow this tall

Hasta Luego


Lynda & Lawrie

Friday, June 24, 2016

A once in a life time happening – er, depending on your age


Monday June 20th Summer Solstice & Full Moon
The Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year, and a full moon, both happened on Monday June 20th.  It’s a once in a life-time event, depending on your age and the time zone that you live in.  

The last time this event occurred was in 1948.  Lawrie was six and I wasn’t even a gleam in my father’s eye, so we decided we should commemorate the night in style. 

Sunrise

No, we didn’t dance naked around a bonfire while howling at the moon, but we did cook a yummy steak dinner and open a special bottle of Argentinian Malbec.  Three weeks of a boring low-carb, alcohol-free diet were tossed out with the wine cork.  Heck, this might be the last summer solstice, full moon in our lifetime.  Let’s go crazy! 

Mid-afternoon on Rueda Medina
Even Mother Nature was in a celebratory mood.  After five days of grey and damp weather we had sun, glorious sun enticing flocks of day-trippers from the hotel zone in Cancun to the island.  

It seemed that every one of the thousand-plus rental golf carts were out on the roads, overloaded with tourists.  (There is one perplexing trait in a high percentage of visitors; they feel compelled to holler and yell when touring in a golf cart.  Why is that?)  

Street Vendors out in full force
Rental bicycles, and motor-scooters jammed the roadway, filling spaces between the golf carts.   Boats coming into the harbour were at their maximum capacity for passengers.  Amazing considering just a few years ago the island was deserted from the end of spring break until students were released for summer vacations.  Local hotels have been reporting record-breaking occupancy rates for the entire year.  There doesn’t seem to be a slow season on Isla Mujeres anymore.

Hundreds and hundreds of golf carts
A quick drive around the island Monday afternoon confirmed that the popular beaches were packed with sun-worshipers in an assortment of sizes and ages.  

Everyone appeared to be enjoying the warm water and brilliant sunshine.  Restaurant waiters hustled to and fro with drinks and food. They don’t seem to have a problem keeping their weight at a manageable level; back and forth trudging through the hot sand hundreds of times a day.  It’s a great workout.
 
Summer Solstice on Rueda Medina 2011
We spent the evening watching the sunset from our street side deck, then slipped over to the ocean side upper deck to enjoy the moon rise.  

Last Monday’s balmy weather, another glass of fabulous red wine, and great company was a perfect way to celebrate this rare evening.   And, yes, we are back to our boring low-carb, alcohol-free diet – for at least another month.

The next summer solstice full moon is predicted for 2062.  Lawrie will be 120 years old.  He says he’ll be there celebrating!  Me, at 111 years old?  I’ll probably still be battling fat cells.

Hasta Luego
Lynda & Lawrie


Our favourite oceanside deck - full moon rising

Friday, May 27, 2016

Isla Holbox – a different kind of paradise

Isla Holbox Yucatan Mexico
Isla Holbox is a little island off the coast of Mexico, similar to the island in Mexico we call home.  

Just a twenty minute ride on the passenger ferries from Chiquilá on the mainland, Isla Holbox is nestled in the mint green water of the Gulf of Mexico.  As the crow flies it’s not far from Isla Mujeres, where we are surrounded by the turquoise Caribbean Sea, but it’s a world away in atmosphere.

Golf cart taxi on Holbox
Arriving on the island a bright yellow, golf-cart taxi drove us along sand covered streets to our beachfront hotel, Holbox Dream, on the eastern side of the island.  

Okay, we could have walked the six or so blocks dragging our suitcases through the mid-day heat, but this was our first time to Isla Holbox and we didn’t yet have our bearings.  A short inexpensive taxi ride was a great solution.   


Cool, clean and good staff!
We were warmly greeted by Benjamin at the front desk, and quickly checked into our rooms.  

Nice and cool.  Simple décor.  And clean.

After freshening up it was time to look for a good dinner location.  




Viva Zapata for dinner
The local favourite is Viva Zapata, just a short walk from our hotel.  

It’s an attractive location with traditional Mexican dishes, oodles of fresh fish choices and tasty steaks.

Ambling around the town after dinner we noticed the fun artwork painted on homes, stores, and businesses.  


One of the Holbox murals - L. Lock photo
Our friends Becky and Craig McHugh were recently on Holbox, and her blog Life's a Beach, features many of the colourful murals.  Here’s the link if you would like to see her collection of photographs: http://lifewithbeck.blogspot.mx/  

By the time our bedtime rolled around our hotel was quiet, with the assorted vacationing pre-schoolers tucked up in bed and snoozing soundly.  



Another one of my favourite murals - L. Lock photo
We had a restful night, even though I must admit the two small pillows on the bed were thin, and well, darn it, just too small.  I have a thing about pillows.  

Even though we didn’t take our pooch, Sparky, with us I still woke up at the regular walk-the-dog time of 5:30 and I was impatient to get going.  

Strangely enough my three travel companions, Lawrie, John and Maia, insisted on staying in bed until the sun was properly up and the smell of brewing coffee wafting in the air.  Hmph! 

Le Jardin Bakery - dogs welcome
Once everyone was up and dressed we walked two short blocks to the Le Jardin bakery for fortifying coffees, warm flaky pastries, and other delicious breakfast items.  Hugely popular with locals and tourists the line-ups start well before opening time.  Normal low season hours are 8:30 to 12:30 Wednesday to Saturday, but be warned, they close when they run out of their freshly baked goods.  They also have a communal dog water-bowl and welcome signs for the many furry, four-legged companions on the island.  We noticed several establishments with water bowls available for any passing dog, cat or bird.  It’s a thoughtful idea.

42 kilometres - primarily nature preserve
Mid-morning we decided to rent a golf cart and explore the island.  Isla Holbox is a mostly-undeveloped, low profile, sand-bar that is about 42 kilometres (26 miles) long and 1.5 kilometres (0.9 miles) wide.  That’s huge compared to Isla Mujeres at 7 kilometres long.  

Centro - Isla Holbox
We located a golf cart rental company near the square in centro, renting by the hour for $150.00 Mexican pesos: cheap!   We paid for two hours and off we tootled bumping over the sand-packed dips and hollows created by rain storms and vehicles.  Unlike Isla Mujeres there are not many fast drivers on Isla Holbox.  We actually had to speed up keep the golf-cart from stalling as we crossed over the one speed-reducing tope that we did find.  Most of the islanders get around on bicycles, motos, ATV’s and of course golf carts. 

Two choices of passenger ferries - same price

And then it was time to head back to Isla Mujeres.  We checked out of our hotel, and began our four hour arrival journey in reverse.  First the golf-cart taxi ride back to the passenger ferry.  Then a twenty minute boat ride to the mainland community of Chiquilá, where we walked two blocks to Don Patricio’s parking lot, to retrieve our rental car.  


One of several parking lots for Isla Holbox visitors

We didn’t take our Mini-Cooper convertible on this road trip.  We needed something a little bit roomier for four people and two travel bags.  Lawrie found an inexpensive rental car at Car-Flex located in the La Isla Shopping centre in Cancun.  Pepe, the customer representative, was amazingly helpful.  The total cost was $100.00 USD for three days including insurance.  Great deal. 



Car-flex rental - $100.00 USD 3 days
Next we drove via Highway 5 back towards the little community of Kantunilkin, through a bit of road construction that, in typical local fashion, lets the drivers decide which side of the work zone they would like to drive on.  

It was a bit of a free-for-all, but eventually we got through it.  From there it was another hour negotiating through numerous speedbumps and topes in three tiny unmarked villages.  Pressing on towards Nuevo Valladolid my bladder was starting to make suggestions that we find a rest stop, or baños soon.  Very soon.  


John's turn to drive, with Maia navigating
We turned south once we reached Nuevo Valladolid on Highway 180 and stopped at the PeMex outside the of town of Leona Vicario.  Closed for renovations, no baños!  Okay, then.  We continued on to the outskirts of Cancun, coming in on Avenida Lopez Portillo heading towards the UltraMar ferry docks at Puerto Juarez.  My bladder is now becoming quite insistent. 

Motorcycle based transportation in small towns


Lawrie parked the rental car in the UltraMar parkade.  He, John and Maia headed towards the boarding line.  I raced for the baños, and double-timed it back to the ferry dock.  We slid on-board as the ramps were being raised.  Headed home!

We enjoyed our quick visit to the quaint little community of Isla Holbox, but also really enjoyed returning to our little slice of paradise on Isla Mujeres. 

Hasta Luego

Lynda & Lawrie


Centro - Isla Holbox

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