We went to see the Mayan ruins at Chacchoben.
Things were going well until Luisa sprained her ankle.
Thankfully, it turned out to be a mild sprain, from which she was fully recovered by the next day.
The port of Costa Maya is pretty much a complete tourist trap.
Even to the point of not being able to hire taxis to drive you away.
The taxis are not allowed to pick anyone up before that.
This proved to be an issue for us, since we wanted to but some “Presidente” brandy,
and nobody was selling any inside the port area.
I ended up walking out and getting a taxi to a nearby grocery store, which also sold liquor.
The taxi ride cost all of $1.
Unfortunately, they didn’t have that kind of brandy.
I waited for a few minutes and flagged down another taxi.
He thought he might know a place, which turned out to be only about 100 feet down the street.
This time I asked him to wait.
That’s the first time I’ve ever asked a taxi to wait for me.
The second place had the brandy, so I bought both bottles of Presidente (all they had) and headed back. By the time I got back, the rain was coming in.
Despite the rain, Ronnie and I managed to swim in the pool.
We couldn’t get into the ocean because the shorefront was sharp rocky shoals.
I tried to get into the ocean anyway, but it hurt my feet too much.
There were beaches to either side of the port, but they were walled off.
I think they made you pay to go to those if you wanted to.