Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Cozumel & Isla Mujeres

Hola Amigos!

We decided to go to Cozumel mainly for the diving and snorkelling on offer - it is meant to be one of the top places in the world to explore the underwater universe, and after a very hungover ferry ride we arrived ready to be wow-ed. Unfortunately for us, Cozumel is now the cruise ship capital of the Caribbean and absolutely seething with dorky Americans, lanyards in tow, moseying round the many diamond and jewellery shops on shore. The vibe there was just plain weird and very un-Mexican. We even encountered a Disney cruise ship whose horn to call their passengers back was this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7UXsxloiWg 

We hired a scooter on our first day to explore the island, and I had to admit part way through the journey that I was just really bored, Alex concurred. Now I know all you readers back in NZ will be tske tsking me for even telling you that I got bored on a scooter ride around a tropical beach island, but there just wasn't much to look at and I am really just doing you all a favour to ensure that you either spice up your scooter tour of Cozumel with a lot of alcohol, or just stick to a day trip for Snorkelling from Playa Del Carmen.

Now although the vibe was off, the snorkelling and diving (according to Alex) were amazing. On our snorkelling trip we saw baby sharks, a sea turtle, eels and we were literally in fish traffic jams down there! (#firstworldproblems). Being the impatient individual I am I had to push these boring large fish out of my way on many occasions to ensure I could swim away in search of more sea turtles.

Whilst in Cozumel I was also viciously attacked by some type of horrid mosquito whose bites grow larger and larger post the initial bite. Thus I spent a lot of time researching the origin of this insect, even vibering Dr Anna Lee for a professional opinion. Thankfully she confirmed they were insects and not bed bugs (apparently bed bugs bite in rows, breakfast - lunch - dinner). But I ensured I inspected the bed at Casa Mexicana, Cozumel thoroughly for potential culprits.


Little bay we swam in on Cozumel 
Scooter tour boredom - snapping selfies in shop windows

Casa Mexicana, our hotel in Cozumel - Disney cruise ship seen in distance

Bed bug inspection one evening. Trying to catch the non-existant, nocturnal bastards when they least expected it.



After 4 nights in Cozumel we headed up to Isla Mujeres, off the coast of Cancun. We stayed at a great hostel called Poc Na and met up with Alice, Kate, Lucy and Harriet again. Isla Mujeres is home to what is surely one of the nicest beaches in the entire world - Playa Norte. You will see proof of this in my pictures. The sand is just perfect, no shells messing with your feet and the water is crystal clear with not a drop of seaweed to be seen!

After a night drinking at the beach bar at Poc Na we woke up and started what can only be described as the funnest day EVER. It started with the hire of two golf carts between us to head off exploring the island. Thankfully the girls had done some pre planning on picnic ingredients in the form of a rustic french brie which they had sampled on previous picnics in Tulum. To accompany our prized ingredient we bought fresh bread rolls, olives, salami and serano ham and some of the most delicious Rose and headed off to find the perfect spot to enjoy. After three weeks of tacos, this European style feast was just phenomenal and all for the price of $15 NZD per person (lunch + drinks).

Stopping off at a beach for our picnic we witnessed some kind of sick adults only booze cruise (no doubt a day tour from Cancun), where the adults were participating in some kind of sexy competition. Basically fat men with their butts and other things out, and overweight women with no tops on dancing under a shower hose to "I'm sexy and I know it". Thankfully they were on a separate part of the beach and did not disturb our civilised picnic-ing.

Few pictures from the golf cart tour and Playa Norte below! 






The gals and Alex. There was wide spread panic amongst those back in NZ who didn't know Alex after photos were seen of him with the gals, speculation was rife that they had picked up a random Latvian on their travels.


Isla Mujeres Turtle Farm

Feeding frenzy at the Turtle Farm


After a big day out and about we were unsure that we could hack a big night in at Poc Na, and wanting to make the most of our golf cart hire we decided to head out onto the mean streets of Mujeres for some cruising. After driving aimlessly we sped past some cardboard tubes and Alex had the great idea of picking them up and finding a quiet road for a spot of golf cart jousting. This was certainly a highlight of the trip so far. Dragging up and down a quiet road, with a 3 flicker spin of the headlights to indicate the joust was to begin, we spent a good 20 minutes battling it out. Top points to Harriet Weatherburn who was a top class competitor and enthusiast throughout the battle. It remains unclear who the overall winner on the night was with both teams getting their fair share of jousting victories and cardboard tube remains being strewn all over the road. Of course we collected and disposed all of the rubbish to ensure no one could place us at the scene, some Germans who witnessed the joust were not impressed at all with the (non-existant) safety precautions we were taking. Imagine the headline: NEW ZEALAND GIRL INJURED IN MEXICAN HOSPITAL AFTER GOLF CART JOUSTING INCIDENT. I Didn't get any pictures of the joust, but those on snap chat will have seen the ferociousness of it on my story.

We spent our last day on Isla lounging about on loungers at Playa Norte with a repeat of the European picnic. It was the girls' last day in Mexico before heading back to NZ and honestly couldn't have been a more idyllic setting.

We're in Belize now on a wee island called Caye Caulker. More on that next time though lovelies!

xxx


Couple more snaps below!

Being attacked by a whale shark 

The Pink Lady with the Pink Shoe Lady

Don't mind a glass of Rose and a clear ocean!


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