About as General and his boatman, arrived in Cancun on holiday.
dear reader here you'll find out on our long-awaited trip to the Yucatan Peninsula and more specifically to this tourist city known worldwide as Cancun.
We got up at the inopportune time of the five forty-five o'clock. My hubby, like good Mexican woman, the first thing I did was put clean the house. Women ... What you get to clean this time? - La confronted. Because the house is going to be alone for several days and I will not accumulate dust. Furthermore, as is your sister doing maid for Joey, I want at least be presentable. Swim is what you should do instead of cleaning the house .- I said. As usually happens, ignored. Quickly finished and bathed her, I bathe me and we were ready in about seven in the morning to go to the southeast of Mexico. We did not have
irresponsibility and valemadrismo, Contaxi company, who this time did not live up to its name and instead let "Sintaxi." Hopefully forever burn in the flames of hell! So
so quiet, never arrived. O treacherous villains! Damn false futile! (If anyone knows what does this mean then tell me). I ran and ran, across the doorway of our beloved home. After I crossed the street and then my park, until I reached the avenue that no longer crossed. I stopped the first taxi that happened and galloped back to the house for my damsel in distress and suitcases. Once together in the taxi, I sat down beside me to a charioteer and ordered the old man loudly: Al Mariano Escobedo International Airport, at full speed! Thus began a heated
corretinga through the streets of our city. The Lord of the cab, under the promise of a generous tip, he took very seriously the task of putting it into the airport in just fifteen minutes. Everything was going great until we stopped for a federal police.
He got the taxi and got off me. The policeman waved at him and I said: Get Involved to Cart please be right now. I was going to explain to the gentleman who was all my fault, when I pointed a finger and reiterated: That goal by car! I noticed that his companion was heavily armed and obeyed. Nor is it a matter of putting up with Samson beating kicking. While my wife tormented defender disadvantaged reproached me that this was all my fault and that if the poor guy was fined I would have to pay. It was not that and let us go, of course had to give the driver, good propinota in disgust.
finally flew gladly on the Gulf of Mexico in our plane (or rather Magnicharter), two hours later we gently deposit the Cancun International Airport. When we arrived and still being in the plane, the efficient staff of Magnicharter told us: When we go down, go straight for his suitcase, hence we tell them where their transport and go. NO ... I repeat ... NOT going to stop with people from the airport information service. We were talking and the baba heard this in passing. When I got off and walked to the side information module, it takes a girl's arm, Come over here please, which way? Over here. A thank you very much. Leads us to another powerful smile: Hi! Hi I answer. The first lady (ie my wife) still. Where do they come? De Monterrey. Ah ... I'm from Monterrey. See you than coincidence, "I say. Y pa 'then too late, get out a little map and it begins to put all his tirade in which we offered all the benefits of Cancun to crazy prices.
That and I turned around to see, we gave thanks and sincere smile to a girl then we slided mutual recriminations.
What you used to have traveled the world if we come to fall into the clutches of the first Masiosare to encounter in Cancun? Surplus is to say, we were the only ones who fell and the rest of the field Monterrey, if heeded the instructions and they were very perky waiting for your luggage in the band.
We climbed to a truck as we were leaving school at our respective hotels. That started all the instructions.
During the half hour drive from the airport to the hotel, another Masiosare, but the microphone, gave us a litany of what we do and how we have to do. Transportation, hotel, attractions, reservations, no chew with your mouth full, flip-flops to get out of the pool, take care at sea and other things equally unimportant.
The only attractions that caught my attention was that of a pirate ship to kidnap your wife. I raised my hand quickly to see where you had to sign up, with the inquisitive gaze of Brigadier General who threw me the same range. Oh disappointment! It turned out that this is just an assembly and in fact you had to do all the stunt with the pirates and go to her rescue, so you can return it in about an hour. So joke!
I asked what was the price so you do not return it and stay to live with Barbaneja, but do not want to give me.
This story will continue and if you accompany me, I tell you all the evils (not to say merits) of the hotels all-inclusive.
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