In Cancun they have kidnapped the sea. It seems incredible that they do not report it but it is. And see that we go around the road and scout behind the cement blocks, but nothing. No trace! I imagine that they will have it hidden in any zulo, gagged and with a gun in the temple. Yes, In return there are roads, gardens, and hotels. Hundreds! Also crowds that enter and leave them muddy with a bronzer and pretending that nothing happens. Surely they will all be involved in this. Complicit figures of a work without stage.
The asphalt serpentes on the banks of a mangrove in which signs occur that warns:
"Be careful with caimanes".
They are not seen caimanes, But kilometers and kilometers of scattered buildings, stations, “sevenelevens”And deserted parterres watered by sprinklers. Maritime walks without sea that watch the walls of several resorts and dozens of safety garitas in the middle of nowhere. More hotels! Then ... nothing. I begin to suspect that Cancun does not exist.
I begin to suspect that Cancun does not exist
Here you have had a good time, Or so they say. To disconnect, As if unplugged for ten days and left with your legs folded in a storage room full of palm trees and Hawaiian sandals. Cancun comes to that, Everyone knows, or almost. They know the six million people who came during the past 2016. So many people cannot be wrong, At least I trust. Because I am sorry, but those of us who write in Vap also do these things. The adventure and the dust is all a farce and in reality we are some beach tourists. But in this damn city-highway drill they have hidden the sea and they don't plan to release it so easily until you loosen a few dollars as a ransom.
In the end a friendly taxi driver appears who explains the matter a bit. First is the Primal Cancun, "The real one", a couple of waste of waste and junior housing where the Cancuneans live and where (by mistake),I stayed. Then there is the hotel zone, The other Cancun, "The real one", Where the Cancunenses work. A giant and spaced urbanization by which an army of gardeners displayed at noon by putting the buganvilias in order. The Caribbean afternoon looks glowing and even Mr. Riu, Palace and Marriot seem to be in a good mood and decide to show a little beach.
We don't really know what exactly is done in Cancun, But it must be very good and to find out we go to where the agencies are. There they cut the fun in gerund packages; fishing, snorkelling, jumping,diving, kayaking, Trekking ... just in case you get you get, In all the agencies there are posters with people having a great time and with a motto that reminds you that Cancun does not lose time.
Life is now¡ Don’t forget it¡
We decided on a one -day circuit that includes an excursion to Cozumel jalonada by several “ing” on the way and return to the true Cancun to lock ourselves quickly at the hotel before it darkens. We try to sleep lulled by the tropical breeze and the jarana that put together a group of polyxicómanos.
We try to sleep lulled by the tropical breeze and the jarana that put together a group of polyxicómanos
The next day we get up early and grab a taxi to the hotel zone. The avenue that forms the historic center of the city is full of African -American citizens who dance almost in balls fresh from the discos.
-Black pure! We are in May and in this pure black time is what comes from up there. Do not know why, They are divided. Then from July it touches the whites. And start again. Thus we spent all year in Cancun.
The taxi driver leaves us next to the port in a fish market for tourists where the operators raffle the fourth and half gringo and we queue to embark. July, Our guide today, He looks like a tremendous hangover and wrinkles his nose disgusted by the sunscreen that emanates from his customers. Then, Distribute tickets for attractions and say goodbye to eating. A lot of families in short pants progress slowly towards the ship; They boast of the price of the half pension while they, wrapped in your baseball caps, They seem more gloomy as concerned with an incipient melanoma; Both pretend not to listen to the screams of their offspring. Newly married couples predominate who take with nervousness from the hands and smile for the nthsim. Suddenly a murmur of restlessness is heard: A group of gray clouds relentlessly acorla to the Caribbean sun.
To liven up the journey to Cozumel there is an explanatory video about the wonders of Cancun and then a musical performance. A man in Guayabera and Pastille Glasses, Turn on the iPhone and rehearse tropical versions with a cap in which it reads:
Tropic cruises: Innovating Experiences.
A hero against the silence that keeps our vacation afloat
Experiences. Can Cancun come to disconnect and live experiences. And for the moment a part of the passage has already begun to experience considerable dizziness that fights with persistent heads against the front seat. But Ezequiel, That is the name of the interpreter, It is not a guy who easily discourages and an imperturbable bis of "the bamba" bis. Between song and song makes appeals to the benefits of Latin character, jokes about time and how well you are (That goes for us) without hitting. Every time someone tries to fall asleep or groans with their heads in their hands, He spabila with a good sharp and smiles satisfied. Ezekiel is a force of nature that is not willing to waste an unforgettable moments. A hero against the silence that keeps our vacation afloat while the ship wads dangerously and the sky begins to bleed with a fine drizzle.
Life is now¡ Don’t forget it¡
An hour later we spread through the Cozumel dock as an exhalation, There is a hurry to enjoy life and the "experiences" for which we have paid. To these, I say experiences, It reaches smaller boats, And the first is snorkeling. There are disappointment sighs in many still wobbly bodies when they find out that they must return to the sea. Twelve people we contemplate the young Daniel, Our instructor, With the attention of schoolchildren. Daniel who seems just out of prison or the meeting in front of the hotel last night does not seem to have a good day, either a good life, Thus in general. Expose how to wear the tube and glasses used by a thousand mouths that are in a salt water sweep and minutes later we float in front of the port on coral modest. Daniel carries fish food and they pile up in front of his hands. At some point our guide begins to twist and points something in the background. A turtle!
Quickly the animal is surrounded by ten whitish figures who study it with almost obsessive attention. Some of them are armed with cameras and from time to time they descend at their height to take a picture with the animal nibbing indifferently some yerbajos like backdrop. When Daniel leaves he asks how the experience has resulted. People seem happy absorbed on their underwater screens and they let him know with monosyllables. He remembers that his happiness depends on the tip and the crew enters a huge dizziness again. And so we spend the hours, While we expect "the whole inclusive" of lunch.
The animal is surrounded by ten whitish figures who study it with almost obsessive attention
We return in the afternoon, And in the city it seems that they have already released the sea. There is, uncontrolled, showing a rag a repertoire of colors, Armando Jaleo and shaking the waves on top, euphoric after days of captivity. We are the strip, dear, contemplating a sun that floats like half a lemon in the water. Some close our eyes, lest the experience is going to escape. But it ends and we are not surely sure ... it will be the fragility with which time dresses during the holidays. At this point I know that Cancun does not exist.
I look at the coat.
Life is now. Don´t forget it¡
