Song of Cancun IV On how I plunged into the waters of the Caribbean Sea. In our previous chapter, our hero is me. He was about to plunge into the depths of the Caribbean Sea. I've been a victim of blame for letting the audience in suspense, so there going the second half and already please Pick me up the punishment. We
divers, are fearless and practical beings. We pee directly into the sea and clean our viewer with saliva, or that's what I learned in our first voyage to the coordinates 33 ° N 25 ° south. Of course I'm kidding, I have no idea of \u200b\u200bthe location they were, only that it was out to sea, where only the bravest arrive.
We were all divers with our spandex dresses, perfectly tailored to our bodies and perhaps some will ask how I got into that suit? With hard work "answer. Suddenly I began to feel the need to get the oxygen tank. Are ever put such an outfit? I must say that my humanity oppressed and the air began to dwindle. No matter, "he said. The country comes first.
truth is that within the group of seven divers, we had only two Aztecs. It should be remembered that the rest of the team consisted of three Americans who brought an awful raw, one Russian, one French, Jaime "Diver" and the napkin. The latter two were the only Mexican in this diverse group. Actually I was not going to make me mourn that were choking the Gumaro, just because you bring her. Where would I leave the name of Mexico? Moreover, as we dive into this magnificent sea \u200b\u200bof \u200b\u200bour country, because until I was the host.
We started recording our videographer, while the rest of the divers were equipped with the rest of our team, consisting of essential oxygen tank, mask, manometer, supplemental oxygen nozzle, fins and weights. For all that is important to mention, the incredible challenge of maneuvering a boat in motion, to put all this motley. Imagine the reader will have five Masiosare pray and pray pa'lla going going over here, while their oxygen tanks clash with his humanity, adequately covered in spandex and walking like a cat in the uncomfortable spined fins. When
and were ready and the captain was arrested on "Sorcerer" from the meeting point for our riesgosísima immersion, threw the rope into the water and one by one we were jumping from the edge of the boat. I was the next to last, because I wanted to make sure that everyone was down. The latter was the Russian who by then had all my confidence. I swear to everyone here, I tried to give a decent jump. Not very cortito to not dip into the "Sorcerer", and so long as to end up in Cuba. But all that team that was disguised as the truth is that only let me give a tiny little step that I was about to spread on the stern.
Once in the water, the team was no longer a problem and gradually began to immerse myself in the dreaded depths, taking care of all the points that Jaime "El Buzo" I was in taught hours earlier. I dipped a little, depressurized checked my ears and my visor . I dipped a little, depressurized my ears back and checked my visor. A few minutes later we were all in the bottom of the sea and ten meters deep and our guide gave us the signal to release the rope and follow it.
At first I must say I struggled to stay in the background. Against everything that I thought, the most complicated this sport is to remain in the background. I began to despair a bit because nothing else saw my way down and I went up there again. I had to ingeniármelas to my ears down and demanded his part. One of them even thought tronaría until I got in a clever maneuver depressurized and air out there so that some fishes were frightened and went swimming. From that everything was hunky-dory and I must report that I remained on the pace with our guide, while the rest of my teammates were fighting their buoyancy and out every so often to drink water like dolphins.
I do not. I belong to the water and not leave until the finalization of the damned tank. Since then our experienced videographer realized I had far superior skills and did not stop with your camera waterproof. I think she was in love with me.
is very difficult to relate all the things I saw and everything I experienced. The first thing that came to mind was 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne. I remembered during my trip to Captain Nemo and the entire crew of the Nautilus. " While swimming peacefully with my hands and touched the sandy bottom, home to small fish and other animals, so calm and so alien to our existence, they envy the fact that they do not care about paying a mortgage, utilities or go to a meeting.
There we saw huge banks of yellow fish, sea stars we saw incredible colors. We walk among coral reefs, which do nothing but marvel at all its forms and all its colors. They are so perfect and so precise, that seem to be better accommodated by the landscape, there is no fault or inaccuracy in them. We walked among a small grove of small plants that were shaped like wine glasses. I crawled under a rock to greet a family of grasshoppers, father, mother and son and I was captivated by what they transmit these animals alone with his movements and his eyes. I think I'll never eat lobster, to the sadness of my friends from "The Red Lobster."
A few meters of a sudden I got a stingray that without knowing the official measures of this horrific animal, giant seemed to me. Perhaps many people had been scared, but not me. My extensive maritime experience told me that if I paid attention not do anything.
We also saw some worms that live in a coral made called "Christmas Tree." These in particular fascinated me.
We also witnessed a turtle grazing on the sea floor and doing all the way out for air.
I would have put them all on this journey into the depths, where the last half hour I must say that I stood out as the best diver quota and therefore I must inform you that the national arms are covered with glory.
That ended our trip and so we went back to the surface. Inflate our vests to stay afloat and just when I was considering to stay and live there in the middle of nowhere, we reached the rickety "Wizard" to leave us almost on the beach in Cancun, where we had to swim to shore with everything and our team. So I went back to the joy of having known a different world, but also with the sadness of having to miss it until you experience it in the waters of the beautiful Caribbean Sea, where I, and I dived.
III Song of Cancun Cancun on how your servant, is actually a merman who dwells among you mortals.
When I was a baby, say my mother sang the song made famous by Rigo Tovar. The legendary piece: "The Little Mermaid."
This clever and deep lyrics (?), Talking about a guy who while diving in the bottom of the ocean, is found (and fell in love) a beautiful mermaid. Asked for her hand, I imagine that the pope of the siren must have been a dead fish, and they married on the beaches of Caleta. Can not imagine anyone contracting marriage in a more horrible, but remember we talked about Rigo Tovar and therefore undisputed king of all nacos. God rest his glory.
The reason that the author of my days, decided that this was the appropriate song for this writer as a baby, I always had been totally unknown. However, I must clarify that actually, I'm a mermaid.
My mother never learned to swim and therefore decided that I happen to infants two, Olympic swimmer immediately. A year and a half of life was when I went to my first swimming lesson and since then, I love swimming and water deeply, the sea and all that emanates from them. I've always thought of myself as a being, forged in the depths and born of a sea shell, but not with the same grace of Botticelli's Venus. Always I wondered why the said Venus, do not bring sand to the legs, ears and water is not rolling over a wave. I guess that is one of the advantages of being a god.
When now our temporary stay in Cancún, I had the opportunity to dive for the first time, I thought it was an experience not to be missed. So after a "free lesson" in the pool of our prison of five stars, I decided it was time to return to the depths of that years ago, no doubt left that world and explore like no other, that the sea hides for the few adventurous we decided to descend and for the few viewers of the Discovery Channel.
My partner, aka Penelope, began acting as if I were embarking Ulysses to Ithaca from that told him my decision. He was immediately brushed away the milk and you inChina further if its already curly hair.
However, I must admit that I supported and respected the decision of going to sea, with another group of Americans quite crude and a Russian. It is always important in these dangerous missions bring a Russian, remember well that my dear students, are highly disciplined people, technologically advanced and benefit the company. Furthermore, most of the time bring vodka.
For my other colleagues, I must say the rest the road will be a drag for us seasoned sailors and divers. Because as I mentioned, the day before had put up the flip flops and secure it to the dive, just are not going to give.
Leading the expedition was the patient Jaime "The Diver" and our joyful and passionate videographer. Both infants also at the bottom of the sea and sunburned in Cancun. The Mexican. She French. We
kind of rigor that would allow us to immerse ourselves in the realm of Poseidon. We put the spandex costumes with which we seemed to "X Men", furnished us, certainly we pay, because nothing in life is free and we were ready. Which was not ready was the ship and the captain, which I had fallen asleep out there on a reef. Finally awoke the captain, but it turned out we had to go there and if you have to go to a boat that is at sea, it is best to do it with style. So we address several jet skis and went thither.
I really had to take me to the videographer and that started our romance, to the disapproving look of my rueful Penelope. We reached our boat, called "Sorcerer" and I must clarify that although the name is suggestive and mystical hear, there is none. It's a pretty piligüija dinghy, which serves only to carry and bring divers. When we come to it, began the arduous preparation for a successful dive, but that then the story.
II Song of Song of Cancun On how the hotels all-inclusive, you make it seem like you're on vacation.
When we arrived at what would be our home the next six days with five nights, we received another Masiosare to drive us the second sermon of the day, called: Letter to the pilgrims, the book of verse IV Hotel.
I felt like when prisoners come to prison or concentration camp hell.
The Masiosare recites: This hotel is necessary to use this bracelet. Neither corn! ... And told the Jews and see how they were! Well if you do not put it, is not entitled to the wonders of our hotel. Like what? Meals. Food is a right not denied to anyone, least we eat as well as myself. Well if it goes down, not eating and not drinking. I put it then, "We must recognize that the guy was persuasive. What if I walk in Jetski? That costs. Would not that was all inclusive? Yes but not that. Then they should be called All-Inclusive Hotels, less Jetskis. And give me my room. "I ask angrily. Right now we have not. What do you do not have rooms? Is that delivered at one o'clock. Lack quarter. In its fourth quarter will. Oh fuck I please! I'll see what I can do to give something. Please be overlooking the sea and smoking. We do not have. With sea view or smoking? Of the two. What do you not have? In this whole non-smoking hotel and rooms with sea view, I have to revise some things, move some influence, pull some levers, send a mail and we'll see. He left and returned. With the news that if we are overlooking the sea. Go! But not even think about smoking there. I will not. Or on the balcony. What do you mean on the balcony? It might disturb neighbors. If you bothered to call and let me know. Okay.
finally gave us our room and several hours later brought us the room, same as we had not been made up, because they would snap. A footnote on page, hotels all-inclusive, do not include speed.
I think the general and the pen, and we are so famous in the world (and Cancun), which all aim to meet. I also suppose that probably do not like us very well, why we have been victims of the vilest obscenities. Since the shower does not work well, the table where I write is a flamenco dancer and we do not even have put a blanket on our bed. After several groans and bellows, arranged everything came and went.
The stupid system of this hotel has not understood that I come on holiday. If you want to go to dinner at one of his restaurants, you must book. If you'd like to use the sauna and jacuzzi, you must book. If you want to go to a show, you also have to book.
Dear reader, let me explain my anger. Book means planning. Planning holidays is fine I think, when you go to Europe or the Arctic Circle, but if one comes to the beach will not do that. In my usual routine I'm always planning. The house payments, this or that project, dinner with family and friends together, dating and a long, long list. When I come to a place like Cancun thing we want is for me are running around, planning and taking appointments and commitments. The price is that you stay as oyster without going to dinner at a nice place or doing something relaxing, which, as we have to plan and be on time, you lose it relaxing. Another thing
hotels all-inclusive, is that even remotely include service. All you have to do the same. You go and you serve to eat and if you want something to drink and go for it. If you need a fork you ask the waiter and says there are young, stop please, do not you see I'm working? If you need a towel for her and not put you to wash your plate and be that much. However
and here we are and we're fine. Cancun is beautiful and the sea that bathes none. The gentle sound of waves and the tropical breeze, make me feel alive and remember things that did not even know he knew.
and the General and his flesh napkin quietly sunning on the beach. Or at least I do, her mother tool that comes with full bathing suit because she says she is fat and the other marine whales bask there, they worth a damn and use bikini. Some only monokini. Women Talking Dirty.
For now I'm going to sun, but in the next installment, I'll talk about as the overnight, I became an experienced diver, plus the incomparable experience of sinking deep and watch the hidden wonders of the Mexican Caribbean, where I faced a terrible sea creatures.
