The first time we were in Cancun was during the week of Thanksgiving 1993. Recently married and travelling with a limited budget, I experienced my first ever adventure and probably the most dangerous tour I have ever took in my life.
My husband whom I call as a water animal has a theory about vacationing. When it is summer, we need to go some place cool, and when it is cold here, we need to go to somewhere warmer. He never likes any activity requires him to be on his feet, such as hiking, playing tennis, etc. However, he acts like a fish as soon as he gets into the water. Therefore, he always books the vacation near the ocean. I was born and raised in the most primitive land in Heilongjiang, the only place for us to swim is in either some ditch or river. However, we never had anybody teaching us how to swim, therefore, lots of kids who tried to swim in the river got drowned. I never learned how to swim. Now being married to this water loving guy, I tagged along full of energy and anticipation.
We were going on a Jungle Tour in one of the afternoon around 3:00 pm. It was windy and overcast. I was wearing only a swim suit and brought only a tower. We were going to ride a water scooter through a jungle and go to a place to snorkel. The ride took about 30 to 45 minutes to get to the snorkel place. But, this was in 1993, they had only scooter intended for single rider (Not the ones that I posted on the website about the jet skii in Cabo in 2009) but expected two of us to ride on it. I sat behind my husband with no place to hold on except around my husband’s waist. With one more couple and two tour guides we set off. It was so bumpy and windy that I was afraid that I would fell off the scooter and drag my husband down if I wrap my hands around his waist. Therefore, I tried to dug my fingers into wherever I can dug into. 5 or 10 minutes into the jungle, our scooter was dead. We were yelling and weaving at our tour guides. They were ride with full speed ahead. Finally, they noticed us making distress signals and charged back to us. As soon as the tour guide got to us, he pointed at my face and asked:”What happened to your sun glasses?” up till now, I did not even notice that one of the glasses was blown away, since I spent all my strength and attention on getting myself secured on that single rider scooter.
Finally, we got to the snorkeling place. It was so cold that we two women just sat in the tour guides boat, wrapped with towers, shivering, waiting for the guys to finish their snorkeling activity. We refused to sit on the scooter for the returning trip as well.
I woke up with sour fingers and arms the next morning. We noticed that our brand new camcorder was broken by the bumpy ride and had to make back to the dock to find the missing parts.
Spring 2003, almost ten years after and together with our two kids, we made the second trip back to Cancun. This turned out to be a very enjoyable vacation. My older one, at that time 8 years old, made a comment that he would come back with his college buddies, since we saw lots of college kids spending their spring vacation there.
We did the Jungle Tour again. Somehow this destined not to be our activity. It was again overcast and windy.
The tour we enjoyed the most was at Xcaret, Cancum’s most exciting, eco friendly water park. We snorkeled through tunnels; under the rocks; through the underground river; we flowed down the river on a tube. At night, we enjoyed a fantastic dinner show, watching the reenactment of Manya football game.
We also went to Isla Mujeres, the Island for a day of sand and snorkeling.
Sorry I have no pictures to share with you. We took lots of movies that I did not know how to post and most of the pictures we took are too personal for me to share. Therefore, I am providing some website for you to get to know Cancun and plan your trip.