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Old Stones and Rusty Languages
There are twenty of them, total, taking up the better portion of the back of the bus. It’s a luxury bus, with train style seating, rows of two seats facing each other across a table with cup holders. They’re chattering away in Spanish, of course. The guide parks me next to the only other gringo …
Driving Back from Chichen Itza
Shot out the bus window with my little Olympus pocket camera. While this isn’t great editing, it was done with little to no effort in my hotel room using Windows Movie Maker.
Ecotourist with a Giant Carbon Footprint
It’s noon and I’m standing on the pier at the AquaFun Marina. “Is it just me?” I ask the guy who’s been assigned to me as a sort of handler, as though I might go rogue. “No, no, these groups are about 20 people.” I point at the flat pontoon type boat. “So we go …
Off to Cancun
“Cancun? Really? That doesn’t seem like your kind of place.” I’ve heard that about sixty-three times, maybe more, since opportunities to go to the Mayan Riviera have shown up in my inbox. And yeah, looking at the massive developments along the strip in Cancun’s hotel zone, the critics have a point. I’m not a Vegas …