Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Off the Yucatan

The idea was to take a babymoon before Little Man was born, and get up close with a whale shark. What we ended up with was a rain soaked week of mishaps on an island with no cars and one too many barf bags.

I've never been a big fan of Mexico and I still can't figure out what all the hype is about. It seems like each time I go I wind up on an ill-fated journey never wanting to come back.

I'm afraid this time was no different. This guy should've been my warning.

E has travelled the world so because of his extensive travels we decided early on that we would alternate who gets to choose the next holiday destination. This way, neither one of us has to feel bad about 'dragging' the other to a place they've already been.

Guess who chose Mexico?

I must admit, he nearly had me excited at the prospect of seeing a whale shark up close (something he's always wanted to do) and basking in the sun at Chichén Itzá. Even at 6 months pregnant.

So we booked our trip and made the journey by plane, automobile and golf cart to Holbox Island (hall-bosh). A tiny island off the coast of the Yucatan peninsula.

Apparently, whale shark viewing in the wild is only good in two places in the world. Near Holbox is one of them.

Holbox is a car-free island. Golf carts rule here.

It was pouring rain when we arrived and pretty much stayed that way for the duration of the trip due to a hurricane passing through the Gulf of Mexico. At least the hurricane missed us right?...

Needless to say (if you are a diver) the whale shark excursion was a bust. The waters were so murky from rain that the shark was practically beneath E before he saw it.

They are about the size of a school bus so that's saying a lot.

Yes, that is sadly the best photo E was able to get. Told you it was a bust.

Meanwhile on the boat...I fought the urge to vomit and cursing myself for getting on a choppy ocean in my 2nd trimester.

The next day we booked a flight to Chichén Itzá on this aluminum can. It seems I'm a glutton for punishment.

Want to guess what I was doing for most of the flight?


I'm just glad I happened to have some ziploc bags.

We landed at the Chichén Itzá International Airport. Yes, International. They tell us George W. Bush flew in here.

No sightings of him on this particular day. Surprising seeing as how we're practically besties with his pal Tony Blair after meeting him on safari.

Chichén Itzá was well worth the effort.

My face managed to turn from green to red in the hot Mexican sun.

The site conjures up a mixed bag of emotions ranging from eerie to awe inspiring.

Awe inspiring: the shear scale and man power required to build a structure like El Castillo in 600AD. Amazingly, you can stand at the bottom of the stairs and yell something and it will echo back down at you.

They built this thing with so many details like that in mind. It was built just perfectly for your voice to carry up the staircase, bounce off the wall inside the top structure and back down to your ears with such clarity that it sounds like you're standing next to yourself talking.

Eerily creepy: the ball court where the game's losers were slaughtered in front of the masses.

It was amazing, but I was ready to get back to the hotel and in bed.

Word to the wise; definitely do a babymoon, but do it well before your 3rd trimester or well after baby is born. More on my thoughts about babymooning here.

Guess what happened on the flight back to Holbox?  Yep.

But here's a nice photo from out the window. Mayan ruins tucked in the middle of nowhere.

Not surprisingly, our flight was cancelled going home from Cancun.

In a nice turn of events however, the airline put us up in a beautiful hotel right on the beach and the weather was amazing.

Now I see what all the hype is about.

Have you ever had an ill-fated holiday?