The experience was everything I'd hoped it'd be. That is to say, it was boring as fuck. It probably didn't help that we're in the middle of Hurricane Season here in the Yukatan so it was raining the whole time. I honestly can't remember what I did for the first two days except spend a lot of time in the shower and sitting in my room on the internet with the AC on full blast. I also managed to stuff my face with mediocre buffet food and drink way too little free alcohol (yes, too little. I had like 4 drinks during my entire stay). I even paid homage to the gym a few times in a vain attempt to prolong exercise trend I had started my last week at Rancho.
One thing that caught my eye was the iguanas roaming the beach-lined terrace like stray cats. Well, like really lazy and sluggish cats. I mistook the first one I saw for an oddly placed sculpture. I was staring at it trying to decide if I wanted to touch it when I overheard some passing guests talking about it "Still being there". I didn't have the balls to actually touch it, but I snapped a few photos of a bigger one hanging out in the bushes when I was checking out of the hotel.
|He's daring me to touch him|
The second night of my stay at Omni I opted to get a test for Cancun's infamous club scene. I had declined a drunken invitation from the night prior because the $50 entrance fee seemed rather steep and I'm honestly just not the spontaneous kind of person who decides to go clubbing given a 10 minute notice. However after doing some research I learned that the hotel arranges the transportation to the club, lends you an activity coordinator (party guide) to show you the ropes and the $50 fee includes an all-you-can drink open bar.
There was only one other guest from the hotel that came to the club (hurricane season I guess). She was from Sacramento and confessed this was her 5th time in Cancun this year. Apparently her parents had invested in the hotel and she was able to stay for free. She was shooting me all kinds of signals, but she was a bigger chick and I was out to play my hand.
I walked up, gave one of them a painfully feigned aloof look and relinquished the clever remark I had been preparing all night. I think it was something like "You're cute". From the stares I received, I thought they hadn't heard me over the music, but then she gave a reply Spanish and I was so upset with myself for neglecting to factor language barrier into my calculations that I nearly suffered a nervous break-down on the spot.
I doubled down on the Vodka back at the table until I found myself sitting at another table with a group of
backpackers from a hostel in town and some dude from the hotel across the street from mine. The next thing I remember I'm in the lagoon with an Israeli girl wrapped around me and we're macking on each other The Notebook style, which is a-whole-nother level of gross when you consider how disgusting that fucking lagoon must have been.
|Hanging out at Ka Beh|
|Entrance to Ka Beh|
|Also, the food here is fucking fantastic.|