We left home and arrived at the airport on time, however the airplane did not. So, Southwest played “gate games” in which they would ask random questions to the passengers in their gate once in a while, and correct answers would earn themselves a $50 voucher. The last one wasn’t a question, however. The Southwest agent asked the Group B, Position 36 ticket holders to receive a free voucher. She said there should be two people, and Mr. Adventurer was lucky enough to have one of the tickets. Out of the 130+ people, he was one of five to get a $50 voucher, in my opinion, a great way to start out the trip.
Finally, we arrived in the Cancún International Airport (CIA) around 2:30 PM in terminal one. The time difference was actually two hours instead of one, maybe because of daylight savings in the States. It was bright and hot outside the airport. The beautiful palm trees immediately caught Adventurer Jr. II’s eyes. We were trying to find our car rental and were told to take a free shuttle to get to terminal three. But that shuttle didn’t come after we waited for a while, so we decided to walk. The distance wasn’t that long, but it was really hot under the scorching sun.
Soon, we found the rental agent. He took us on a shuttle to America Car Rental. While waiting for Mr. Adventurer to finish the paper work, my right pinky toe was cut by a hole in the concrete parking lot. I saw blood coming out of my sock, so I took it off. However, the shoe and my toe were in constant contact while walking, which was very painful. I was worried it wouldn’t heal before the dolphin activities. Now, I wasn’t sure what to think about this trip. One good thing, one bad thing.
Finally when the paper work was over, I thought we were free to go. Then, Mr. R came out and tried to get us to sign a deal. Mr. R was an interesting man originally from Germany and was fluent in Spanish, English and German. The deal was for us to pay $40 USD to eat a free breakfast while listening to a 90-minute presentation at another hotel named Dreams in the hotel zone. When we returned the car, he’d refund us $150 USD. It sounded too good to be true. We were reluctant. It was not a timeshare, but a vacation package. Who knows what’s the next time we’ll be in Mexico again, and why would I want to start to pay for it now? I asked him more questions about the details of the deal while Mr. Adventurer checked out the rental car. Then Mr. R told us not to make any tour reservations for 12 noon on that day, like some other people did, because you’d have to leave for that tour at that time. What? I smelled something fishy in the air. I thought to myself and asked when breakfast starts, and the answer was 8 in the morning. Things didn’t add up here. We politely refused the deal.
Unlike in the US where rental cars are full on gas when you first receive them, ours only had a little bit left. Mr. R told us to get more gas immediately after turning right at the intersection. He also told us that we’d be bombarded by people trying to sell us tour packages at the malls. He said just tell them you’re leaving tomorrow or even better today, and they’d leave you alone, which turned out to be useful. Even though we didn’t strike a deal with Mr. R, I really appreciated the tips he gave us.
With our new car, we toured the hotel zone and saw many different fancy hotels. The area was bigger than I thought; there were shops, restaurants, bars, and laundromats as well. Our hotel provided free valet parking for its customers. When we first entered our room, I saw a beautiful view of the beach from the window.
Later, we drove to a Walmart in downtown Cancún for food, bottled water, bio-degradable sunscreen ($175 pesos), mosquito repellent, and a pair of flip flops. The flip flops costed $22 pesos and helped to alleviate my foot injury. The total cost was $960 pesos or about $64 USD.
I cooked seafood ramen noodles for dinner after we drove back to our hotel. After everything was settled, we went to bed at around 11 PM and were looking forward to the next day’s adventures.
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