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OUR AKUMAL ADVENTURE, PART 8
Monday, 6/26/00, Day “9”
Slept until nearly 7 a.m., with the night again punctuated by bathroom and nose blowing. However, I felt moderately better this morning.
At breakfast, I tried the French toast, which for some reason was floating in hot water. It was actually quite decent. Our waiter this morning was Francisco, another pleasant young man.
After breakfast, we retrieved the pencils from our room and set off for Akumal in taxi number 93. The trip was 40 pesos, but I ended up giving the driver $5 for driving us around trying to find the library. I had, of course, forgotten the directions Gayle had given us the other day...
We went into the library, where a lady was conducting a Spanish class. We stood quietly for a few minutes, then she looked at me and said, “Do you speak English?” Well, of course, I said, “Yes.” She was trying to come up with the word for “librarian” (which I now know is bibliotecario). I suggested using the word for someone in charge of the biblioteca. She thanked me and asked what we wanted. I explained we had some pencils to donate, and she directed us to Brenda’s office. Unfortunately, we were informed by a gentleman there that Brenda had just gone on an errand. So, we left the pencils with him and went off to explore Akumal. I’m sorry we didn’t get to meet Brenda, but I hope the pencils will be of some use. (Mission #3 accomplished.)
By this time, I am desperate for medication of any kind, since I’m almost out of Triaminicin and Dristan spray. We wandered around, didn’t see anything suitable in one little store, checked out one of the dive shops for a net bag for shells for Steve (they didn’t have one), and finally asked a security person where the pharmacy was. He pointed us in the right direction, but when we got to the pharmacy, it was closed. Argh!
One thing I was pleased to see in Akumal was that they have clearly marked recycling bins and notices urging people to recycle. This is a good thing.
We ended up at the Super Chomak, where my eyes delightedly alighted upon Afrin 12-hour nasal spray. I got that and a couple of packs of cigarettes (Mexican non-filtered—I smoke nonfilters) to eke out my dwindling supply. Meanwhile, Steve was looking at T-shirts. They have some quite nice ones there, very reasonable. He got one for him and one for me (a really cute one with hatching turtles on it) for about 137 pesos; i.e., about $14 for the two. He paid for his purchases, we found a cab, and wended our way back to COA. Note: The cab ride back, which I had been warned about in advance, was 50 pesos, not 40. I’m not sure why they charge you more coming back than going, but apparently this is the way it is.
When we got back, we encountered Sam in the parking lot with his dead rental car. Sam and Linda are from New York. We had met them the other night and just chatted briefly. Sam had rented a vehicle from an equivalent of “rent a wreck.” They and their two kids were supposed to be going to Chichén Itzá today, but Sam had left the lights on all night and the battery was dead. No one anywhere had jumper cables. We suggested he call the place he’d rented the car from, which he finally did.
When next we encountered Sam, a couple of guys had come from the rental place in a VW. They had to borrow some tools from COA, since they hadn’t brought any with them. They took the battery out of the VW and put it in Sam’s vehicle, then started the car. While the car was running, they took the good battery out of Sam’s car and put the dead one back in! First time any of us had seen that! I think Sam drove the car down to Tulum and back to charge up the battery, and everything was okay. The kids were really disappointed at not getting to Chichén, though.
We passed by the Crab Bar for a drink before heading for the room, then went to change for the beach. As Steve was in the bathroom, I looked in our bags from Akumal. For some reason, there was another plastic bag inside of Steve’s. I pulled it out and found some lady’s underwear! Apparently, some gal had had her washing at the Super Chomak, and the clerk had scooped up the bag and put it in Steve’s.
When I showed this to Steve, he’s going what do we do now? I really didn’t want to spend another 90 pesos or the time going to and from Akumal again, so I trekked down to the front desk with the little surprise package. The same nice young man we regularly encountered was there. I knew my Spanish wasn’t up to the task, so I just explained in English what had happened. I suggested that perhaps if one of the taxis was going to Akumal, they could take it back to the store. The young man looked slightly bewildered, but I left the bag at the desk and washed my hands of the whole situation.
Ma’am, if you read this, I’m really sorry we got your laundry, and I hope you got it back okay...
At lunch, we went to Arrecifes. I had some pasta and beef stew, which was quite good. Steve ordered grilled chicken off the menu again. The flies were very annoying. They really need to get flystrips here.
Steve and I separated briefly (probably for el baño). When we reunited, he told me he was going fishing with Bob and John. About a quarter to 2, they set off in Jorge’s boat with Paul, Jorge’s mate. While they were gone, I chatted with a very nice German couple from Frankfurt.
The guys came back around 4:30, I went down to the boat with camera. Steve had caught a barracuda about 1 meter long. They threw it out of the boat and it was fixing to (don’t you just love that phrase) roll back into the surf. I grabbed him (properly, under the jaw and gill slit) and threw him farther up on the beach. Steve had apparently remarked to Jorge and the rest, “Don’t worry, she’ll get him.” And I did.
I took a photo of Steve with the barracuda, and then he gave the fish to Jorge for his dinner. Neither Bob nor John had caught anything, but John paid for the whole trip because he had really wanted to go. Now a cerveza for the conquering hero!
We had dinner latish. There was a very good selection of goodies and that excellent bread. At the Akumal Bar, Johnny sang “My Way” for us. Me, really, as that was probably Mom’s favorite song. I had asked Johnny earlier at Arrecifes if he would do it. Johnny sang it beautifully. Afterward, I went up and hugged him.
As the entertainment continued, I became an integral part of it, singing and dancing with Gaby and Johnny. Once again, caught on film making a fool out of myself...
As we sat there, Sam came along. In the continuing saga of the rental car, they’d had a flat tire! As Steve and Sam talked about cars and stereos (it’s a guy thing), I kind of zoned out in my chair. I excused myself and went off to bed a little after 11. This was the first and only night I beat Steve to bed.
As I slept, I heard thunder...
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