Cruisin’ VII

Last stop – Cozumel.  Probably the most well-known stop on the trip.  In this part of the Caribbean, Cancun is probably the biggest tourist destination – with Cozumel right behind.  The supervisor had issues with our debarkation photo (above).  Because I have this habit of “shooting the shooter,” I was cropped out of the family photo as someone obviously not part of the party at issue!  The supervisor raised a stink, so I believe the one below was included at no additional charge.  And that one included a little more of me – but cropped out Tom!  Uffda!

[Our first sighting of Cozumel.  The locals pronounce it with a long “o,” but the tourists still said “cause-ah-mel” most of the time.]

[As a major port-of-call, there may be as many as eight cruise ships here at one time.  In it’s heyday before recent hurricanes, the number of cruise ships here would be well into double figures.]

[Sometimes there is good reason for “shooting the shooter.”  😉  ]

[The guy who shot us.]

[Ruthie and Jami taking advantage of the supervisor’s handicap status!  🙂  ]

[Kinda felt like walking down a street on Manhattan.]

[Here come the tourists!]

[This all exists just for tourism.]

[Family reunion for the ships – we’re the Star.]

[Tom poses.]

[They’re still coming in!]

[Taking care of Mom’s bad foot as we gathered for our tour of Mayan ruins at San Gervasio.  Do not know the Corey Pavin look-a-like on the right.]

[Rita joins us from points unknown.]

[On the bus with our tour guide (and I’m sure someone from our party will remember his name?)  You have to get the equivalent of a 3-year college degree to qualify for these tour guide jobs.  He was entertaining and informative.]

[Like any good ruin anywhere, first you have to navigate the commercial entry area.  Buy stuff!  Cozumel is noted for its black coral – and though it is obviously protected, divers can harvest coral that has broken off from natural causes, i.e., storms.  I’m not sure how they monitor that.  The supervisor did buy some jewelry here, as I recall, but it did not contain black coral.]

[Tom holding a display piece of black coral.]

[Here we go, people.  Stay with your group.  Watch your footing.  Stand in the shade when you can.  Hydrate!  Try not to faint or otherwise pass out – that goes especially for you folks from northern climes!]

[The big Mayan ruins are at Tulum, but that’s an all-day tour.  As we will see, we also wanted to hit the beach on this day.]

[This was either an homage to the moon god . . . or a hot pad.]

[Jami negotiates the steps.  If you’ve ever been to ancient ruins,  you know that the steps are always narrow and steep.  As I recall the reason for that is that it you had to climb sideways using a switchback approach – and then the monument required a smaller footprint.  OK, I don’t really recall why?  Jami?  (Editor’s note:  The supervisor has subsequently advised that if you have to walk up and down sideways, you neither face the god directly, nor turn your back on her.  And how could I not know that?)]

[The supervisor takes a load off.  Probably tried to woo a myriad of iquanas to her for a visit.]

[As you’ve all learned from hours in front of the TV watching PBS, the Mayans had a very sophisticated culture.  They were very learned in astronomy, and their architectural designs and lay-outs were based on the 28-day lunar cycle.  Thus, their moon god trumped their sun god has the head honcho.]

[As I recall, this is the place where your worthiness for marriage was tested.  A fire was built in the slot on the right, the prospective spouses individually had to spend some ridiculously long period of time in the “sweat box” in the middle.  I think “I’ll just remain a swinging single” would have the slogan of the day.  Of course, I may be wrong about all of this (though I do remember that fire part!).]

[Just to the right and south of center, a striking black and red butterfly.  There were several around these plants.]

[A green iquana.  Again, not the nightclub on Lake Reno.]

[Jami finds shade.]

[There are 7 tiers on each side to the top of the arch.  There are, of course, the same number on the other side.  Total them all up – 28!  There’s the lunar cycle again.]

[Local flora.]

[“Don’t climb.”  Because you know someone otherwise would.]

[Another iquana.  They are, of course, edible – unless you’re a vegan.  Our guide was asked how is it prepared?  And – no kidding – he said just like chicken.  Everything you’ve never eaten in life tastes like – and is prepared like – chicken!  😉  ]

[I found another use for my Bob Marley bandana.  I was sweating like a stuffed iquana.  Like they say, it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity!]

[Shop ’til you drop!]

[Gotta love the sign!]

[Then it was on to the beach on the far side of the island.  The guide asked if anyone knew why there were no tall buildings on this side.  Our brilliant grandson answered immediately, “Hurricanes.”]

[We had a Mexican buffet (who’da thunk?) for lunch.]

[Should be available at any eating establishment!  🙂  ]

[The view from our table was reasonable.]

[The sand was pretty – but it was deep and a hard slog to the beach.]

[Shell hunting.]

[Tidal pools made wading an adventure.]

[The supervisor did join her grandson out in the breakers.]

[The supervisor’s had enough.]

[Loved my perspective from here.  And the conveyance in which I’m perched almost became my second purchase of the trip – after the bandana.]

[Aforementioned conveyance – a swinging hammock.  The girls were swinging and talking about the ship’s Dancing With the Stars show from the previous night.  They said the runner-up should have won.  The woman on the hammock next to Ruthie started laughing – she was the runner-up!  🙂  ]

[And we’ll have fun, fun, fun ’til daddy takes the T-bird away . . .]

[Back to port.]

[Water at the dock – unbelievably clear.]

[Home again, home again.]

[Possibly my favorite photo of the whole trip – Rita waving good-bye to our fellow Norwegian cruise liner.]

[Adios, Cozumel!]

[The Biddies reminisce about the cruise as we head back to Tampa.]

[Rita dreams of summer cruising on the Moby Obie.]

[Johnny Depp attacks Cozumel?]

[Oh captain, my captain.]

[Cozumel resorts and condos – to the best of my knowledge.]

[Seeking last minute cruise photos.  We had to laugh at two teenage sisters from Montreal who kept coming back for more photos in different outfits.  They were part of our people watching.  It was spring break, so there were a lot of teenagers on board.  Girls in gaggles of 3 or 4 would circle the boat’s interior at high rates of speed obviously intent on getting somewhere in a hurry – in their wake came pods of boys, with size 14 feet, following with no apparent understanding as to why.  Of course, the kids undoubtedly said the same thing about an elderly man who followed three mature women around the boat with a perpetually confused look on his face.]

[It was chocolate night on the ship – just in case your calorie intake had been running a tad low.  These were the kids’ plates.  Rita got one plate for the three of us – it lasted into the following morning.]

[Good night – tomorrow will be our last day on ship.]

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The Journey Begins Thanks for joining me! This is the follow-up to the original, “,” which overwhelmed the system’s ability to handle it any more. Thus, this is “Part 2.” As the original was initially described: 10-26-07-4 “It all began in a 5,000 watt radio station in Fresno, California” . . . wait a minute, that was Ted Baxter on the Mary Tyler Moore Show! Let’s see . . . oh yeah, it all began in 2003 when retirees, i.e., old people, in Alexandria, Minnesota, who had no desire to become snow birds, went looking for mid-winter entertainment here in the frozen tundra of West Central Minnesota. We discovered girls’ high school hockey, fell in love immediately, and it remains our favorite spectator sport to this day. Initially, and for several years, reports on these games were e-mailed to those who were actually snowbirds but wanted to keep abreast of things “back home.” It was ultimately decided a blog would be more efficient, and it evolved into a personal diary of many things that attracts tens of readers on occasion. It remains a source of personal mental therapy and has yet to elicit any lawsuits. ~ The Editor, May 9, 2014 p.s. The photo border around the blog is the Cardinal girls’ hockey team after just beating Breck for the state championship in 2008. It’s of the all-tournament team. The visible Breck player on the left is Milica McMillen, then an 8th-grader – she is now an All-American for the Gophers. The Roseau player in the stocking cap I believe is Mary Loken, who went on to play for UND; and the Cardinal player on the right, No. 3, is Abby Williams, the player we blame most for making us girls’ hockey fans who went on to play for Bemidji State. *********************************************************************************** Photos contained herein are available for personal use. All you have to do is double click on any of the photos and they will become full screen size. You can then save them into your personal “My Pictures” file. They make lovely parting or hostess gifts, or holiday gifts for such as Uncle Ernie who wants to see how his grand niece is doing on the hockey team. If any are sold for personal profit, however, to, for example, the Audubon Society, National Geographic, Sven’s Home Workshop Monthly, Curling By The Numbers, or the World Wrestling Federation, I only request that you make a donation to the charitable organization of your choice. You have two hours and fifteen minutes. Pencils ready? Begin! **********************************************************************************
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