Thursday, December 4, 1997

I caught a morning bus headed for Cancun. I had asked the driver to let me off at the crossroads to the airport, and he said he would. The drivers lock themselves in the front away from the passengers as if it were an airplane, so I had no way of getting his attention as he drove right past the exit. Fortunately he stopped at the outskirts of Cancun, so I didn't have to go all the way into town. Public busses don't stop at the airport, but they come within a few miles of it. It's much better to get dropped off at the junction and hitch the last part.

I was running out of time, so I bargained with a cabbie to take me to the airport for $5. They usually try to get at least $10, but I refuse to play that game. The driver was a young guy, and I enjoyed the chat with him on the way so I didn't mind him getting the money after all.

The Cancun airport is full of loud Americans. I'm glad they don't usually go much beyond the beaches. If I still had my camera, I would have taken a picture of the money exchange booth, which is called "$EXCHANGE". Don't know if that was deliberate, but you have to smile when you walk by.

I still haven't been to Cancun. I am sure it is very nice, though. I'll take their word for it.

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