So we ended up in Cozumel for
our spring 2004 vacation. The choices were tough, but in the end we
knew someday we’d visit all of our choices so we weren't overly
concerned by the details. We arrived at the Scuba Club Cozumel on
Saturday the 22nd of May ready for a week of fun in the sun. Although
we neglected to capture any photographs of the resort, the web site
they offer does a good job of showing what it looks like. We liked
the resort layout as it seemed like every room had a view of the ocean,
and our room did have a quality air conditioner. That is always a
bonus when in the tropics! For the die-hard divers the resort offers
unlimited shore dives - something I quickly came to appreciate.
I’ll save the scuba reviews for the scuba page, but we did
spend the majority of our time underwater or attempting to get underwater.
We spent the late afternoons walking the streets of Coz or searching
for and having lunch in the authentic Mexican restaurants we received
directions to from the dive staff.
Evenings were most often spent relaxing at the resort or night-diving
off-shore from the resort after watching the sunset. Although beautiful,
Kim and I both agreed the sunset from the west end of Negril is
superior. Often we retired to bed early in anticipation of an early
day of more diving.
Late Saturday afternoon after unpacking, making a shore dive to
test our equipment and refresh our skills, we noted that my camera
strobe was not working underwater. We set off on foot with the camera
housing in hand headed up the main boulevard of Coz in search of
the camera shop. Along the way I became familiar with the heat of
Cozumel, and that “not too far” spoken in broken, accented
English probably means “rent a cab.” However, it did
provide us the opportunity to take some photos of the shoreline.
Tuesday evening Kim developed a rash which reportedly was caused
by jellyfish stings. Poor Kim ~ first the fireworm in Jamaica and
now jellyfish in Cozumel. I’m happy to report the jellyfish
stings cleared up in a matter of the days (compared to the fireworm
of Jamaica which took 6 weeks!).
Her sinus cold which developed only days before leaving for the
trip seemed to be getting worse, and now my right ear was bothering
me from trouble equalizing during the Tuesday evening night dive.
We decided to take Wednesday off of diving and we rented a Jeep
to make the tour of the island with hopes that we would both recover
from the rest. It worked for me and I even made late afternoons
dives Wednesday, but Kim was still pretty much a mess - but a trooper
the whole way. She didn’t make many shore dives, but she didn’t
miss a single boat dive.
The island tour was rather enjoyable, although the Mayan ruins
of Cozumel and the lighthouse and park tour are really nothing more
than tourist traps.
If you have time to kill and are generally bored you may enjoy
this, otherwise you are likely best off avoiding them. The highlight
of the island tour is driving along the miles of uninhabited coastline.
Minus a few bars which bring the drinks and ice with them daily
(no electricity!) there are no settlements along the shore. This
makes for some breath-taking scenery and a good chance to take some
excellent photos. We were tempted to pull off and walk the shore,
but after passing a Jeep similar to the one we rented and witnessing
4 tourists trying to dig it out of the sand, we decided it was best
to not stop except for at the bars.
Thursday evening was the beach party featuring bland Mexican food
and a piñata. Some drunk fellow was chosen to go first, but
this was only to mock him. The piñata was hoisted higher
than he could reach while we all got a good laugh. A female was
chosen second, and although she got a couple good whacks in, no
real damage was done. For some reason I was chosen third.
I tried to talk them out of it, but I suspect they thought I was
drunk after drinking a couple beers. After hoisting the piñata
out of my reach at first, they finally allowed me a chance. Blindfolded,
I felt for the piñata with the bat I was provided. It made
contact with the bat as it swung away from me. I guesstimated the
path at which it would return, reared back and took a hard swing.
I made direct contact and with that swing ended the fun for everybody
by splitting the piñata and dropping all of its contents
onto the beach. I tried to warn them…
Enjoy the rest of the photos! ~ 2004
If you would like to see photos from the dives please visit
the Cozumel scuba page.
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