Wherever the cruise ships dock, you will always find a shopping village conveniently located well within the passenger comfort zone. Many folks don’t want to venture too far from the ship for a variety of reasons and you never have to. You want diamonds? Gold? Silver? Tanzanite? Watches? Rum? Perfumes? Cosmetics? Fine art? They’re all there for your shopping pleasure. And many of the shops sport the 30 Day – Cruise Line Guarantee decal in their windows.
The plan was to catch a cab to a place called Paradise Beach where they charged $12 for the day and you had the run of all their water sports toys. It had gotten pretty good reviews in Trip Advisor, a wonderful source for scoping out potential fun spots at each island.
As we were checking out the various local crafts and looking for a taxi stand, TC started chatting it up with a young man who ran a snorkel boat from a nearby dock. They were asking $45 per person for a two hour tour. We had our own snorkeling equipment, so we talked him down to $35. And fifteen minutes later we were boarding a 20′ open motorboat with a bunch or other folks from our cruise ship. Tequila and Corona shorties were making the rounds as we motored out of the harbor into the jaws of a stiff breeze and banged a hard left along the coast. Barely a stone’s throw from the Navigator was Chanakaab National Park, a protected underwater reserve. We started swimming in a shallow water area near shore and the variety of bright little fishies was amazing – especially given the fact that we were only about a mile from our cruise ship. If we had known what we were doing, we could have just walked off the boat and down the beach, jumped in the water, and had the same experience.
As were snorkeling around the reef a young kid appeared with an underwater camera and cheese. He swam up and sprinkled cheese whiz in our path. Suddenly the area all around us was a dazzling maelstrom of swirling fish. The camera guy dove beneath us and snapped a photo, waved, and was gone.
After about a half hour of swimming above the reef in about thirty feet of emerald water, we were hauled back on board and headed for a nearby reef in slightly deeper water where we jumped back in and were treated to a whole different variety of fish, including some red snapper.
It was cloudy and there was a strong wind blowing from the north. When we got out of the boat it was freezing cold. We had laughed when Inna first broke out her down jacket, but she turned out to be the smart one. But once we were back in the water, the temperature was very comfortable and the snorkeling around the rocky coral reef was spectacular.
By noon, we returned to shore where we were greeted by a smiling lad who sold us an excellent photo for $10 of Inna and I surrounded by cheese-crazed fish.
At this point we were in a quandary. There really wasn’t enough time to embark on another adventure, but we didn’t feel like returning to the ship. The sun had finally come out and for the first time since we had left Baltimore, it was finally hot – probably in the low 80’s.
Right next to the cruise ship was an elevated white sand beach with free chaise lounges and grass thatch umbrellas snuggled right next to the Sand Dollar Dive Shop and Señor Frogs.
The night before at dinner, we asked our head waiter Alexander where a good beach in Cozumel was and he said, “Right next to the pier.”
At the time, we thought he was nuts. But this must have been the place he was talking about. There was a tall fence separating the beach from the International Pier and all the passengers either didn’t notice it, or couldn’t figure out how to get there. We only found it because it was where the snorkel boat had dropped us off.
We set up shop at the water’s edge and then headed over to Señor Frogs where there appeared to be a drunken race in progress. Waiters were walking around with large squirt bottles of some vile alcoholic concoction and waving it in people’s faces yelling, “DRINK!” When a patron – usually a fat guy – complied, the laughing waiter would pour a shot and blow a whistle while the dumbass downed the shot. This curious game was repeated until the drunken fool hollered, “NO MAS!”
And we wonder why most folks think Americans are nuts.
I bought four Sol beers for $20, the most I had ever spent for a Mexican beer in Mexico, and then walked back along the stone wall along the water to our hideaway beach.
Before long, I was feeling the tropical heat and I grabbed my swim mask. There was a great snorkeling reef right there next to the boat – blue water and many colorful fish bottom feeding on a concrete reef.
By 2, the hot sun and beer had baked our brains and Larry, TC and Inna returned to the ship. I didn’t want to stop swimming so I hung out alone until around 3, when the mass Exodus back to the ship began in earnest. Within 15 minutes, Señor Frogs was empty and the staff was busily dismantling the place. Down came the sun umbrellas on the seaside porch. The plastic tables and chairs were neatly stacked. And within minutes, it was like a ghost bar.
By 3:30, everyone was back on board and the Navigator gingerly backed out of its parking spot and began its long-drawn-out turnaround in the now desolate harbor. The natives had completely vanished.
I turned in my towel and sat down at the pool bar as a hot Cuban band called the Tumbao Trio were cranking out the calypso tunes while sunburned cruisers like myself pounded boat drinks and overwhelmed the pools.
It was amazing to see the transformation of the passengers after the stop in Cozumel. Everyone was frolicking and dancing in the tropical sun with wild abandon. Psychological studies have shown that colors and weather can completely change the way we experience life. Praise the lord and pass the tequila!
I soon reached my saturation point with the sun and headed for the quiet shade of the Solarium. And as we sailed away from Cozumel, which sits at an elevation of about three or feet feet above sea level, the same nagging question that had hit me as were leaving New Orleans surfaced: What will climate change do to Cozumel?
There were many empty places at dinner after a tough day of drinking in the sun. But the La Scala theater dining room show continued in all of its charming glory. At the end of the meal, all of the staff paraded around the dining room and then lined up on the steps where they sang a rousing rendition of “O Sole Mio”. It was hokey as hell, and there wasn’t a dry eye in the house.
After dinner we walked around the top deck. The boat was rocking as we sailed into a 40 knot easterly gale but now it was finally warm. Warm is good.
The refreshing sea breeze was like a sleeping pill and we drank our wine and considered checking out the 70’s Disco Inferno Dance Party on the Royal Promenade. I’m not sure why, but there were 70’s parties all over the ship that night, even on the ice rink. But in the end, we opted for bed.
To play or to sleep is perhaps the biggest cruising dilemma. If you’re committed to the up with the sun, walk the deck, grab an early breakfast, go ashore, program, it’s hard to stay up late and catch the evening acts at the many different bars around the ship. You really can’t do both – especially if you’re a geezer.
We never solved this riddle.
Tip of the Day: You should NEVER pay more than $2 for a beer in Cozumel. If someone asks you to pay more, then find another watering hole. They are all over the place.
