Another pleasant Sunday afternoon lazing around the poolside. We have the usual overweight fat assed yanky woman who thinks she owns the place and a few Germans who intend to take over the pool and think they can walky across the water. That was quite funny. Got Annette some more stuff for drinking and planned out the evening – another trip to see the Firedance show at the main front area.
Of course Annette had got us booked into the French restaurant for a scoff up before we set off to the theatre. I was not impressed. Those of you who know me are aware how I feel about the French. So I bit my tongue and decided to go along for the meal. We had glanced in before and seen the menu before we went in so I expected enough to be satisfied. Sadly Annette had thought it would all be first class French stuff and not a remashed pile of leftovers. So somebody was in for a big let down and it wasn’t me.
As I recall there was a fowl starter and pudding but, the main course of ‘chicken’ was fine but, just a bit on the ropey side. Left us hungry for a decent desert and it wasn’t too good. All in all it was another special night out but, one we could have done without. Sadly Annette never wanted to go back for seconds.
Thankfully the show was another good bit of entertainment and we made our way back to the room after more drinking.
Monday
Yet another slow day at the poolside: drinking and tanning nicely. The evening was pretty much a reload of the Mexicon show so we gave that a miss and just drank the night away again.
Tuesday
Pool once again and Annette tried the Ginger Mudslide. She had found her happy drink and it was one that was not too difficult to drink for her. We settled with a few £2 tips throughout the day and everone seemed very happy.
Wednesday
Most of the morning was spent looking for the rep but, there was no sign of the dozy little git. I must say here that the wonderful Thompson reps were as rare as a dragonfly on South Atlantic winter season and harder to catch despite his timetable. Fortunately we managed to get seen to at the front desk and they more or less sorted out the trip for the next day for us. By the way, we saw the young couple who had been on the plane over with us and were surprised that they had been mostly ill with stomach pains and vomiting since getting off the plane. We showed some sympathy but, all in all, it was showing how they had eaten something that would have been much better left alone and me and Annette had avoided any of that stuff.
Thursday – Tucum and Coban
Getting towards the end of the weeks and it was time for us to book up our last trips out. We got the trip we had waited for; Tacum and Coban. The two lost towns of the local tribesmen that have still survived the influx of all the Mexicans. They lost out as they never had any gunpowder to help them. So we had a ride out to the first Tucum and I went up the climb of 120 uneven steps to have a nice view of the town from above. Of course by now Annette’s legs were getting a bit the worse for wear and she was striuggling to go anywhere. It was quite a pleasant climb up, despite all the fat arsed yanks blocking the path. Nevertheless, I made it to the top and got some round the hill shots for Annette. I thought it was a bit ropey as you couldn’t see much that you couldn’t see from the deck but, it made Annette happy and we got some more bottles of stuff to drink up before setting off somewhere.
We had taken a steady walk round all the sloppy high tower football games and they were quite interesting as the captain of the winning team got turned into one of the ‘winged’ gods at the end to celebrate his victory. Could hardly expect some of Man U’s team going for that after winning something. We spent about an hour there before we went off to the next destination. By the way we got to call into the local shopping mal for scoff and sales. The scoff was readily available but, it wouldn’t have lasted more than a day or two at the hotel.
So we spent about £2 and got some bits for the kids and the dressing room. Then we were back on the road off to the seaside town of Coban, another pile of ruins. It was quite well excavated and dug out of the countryside, not like to the bits at Tacum. There were all sorts of the town exposed and dug out for everyone to get a good look at. By now it had gone quite dark and looked like it might even have been a UK day at the seaside. Nevertheless, the rain stayed away until we were back to the sneaky tractor ride back up to the cnetre where we got the ride back to the hotel. It was quite a good look around and we had a a good look about before our ride back.
Of course, Annette couldn’t climb down to the beach, so we stayed pretty well up top until we got the ride home. Of course we sat down in two chairs that I saw were where the roof had collapsed and we were bound to get soaked to the skin. Of course this was nothing to Annette and we sat down and got a good drenchingon the way back up to the coach. A perfect ending to our grand day out. Annette was in a good shape for a bit more shopping before we got back on the coach to the hotel. All in all, it had been worth it and a grand day out.