La Laguna/ Laundry Dec/26/2012
…by now my nose resembles one of Rudolf and my lips are like grilled Oktoberfest sausages. A combination of constant windburn, sunburn, sea salt and Coronas micheladas has done a number on them.
So the previous title might be misleading as we never head out for Belize. Now looking at the map and realizing that we are getting way too close to our destination, we decided to spend one more night at the border in Chemutal. Well that and the reason that the smell in our dry bags was starting to be unbearable as the dirty kept on piling up.
We drop the laundry off and I head out to Wallmart for yet another micro chip card for the sports cam. This would be number four of 16 gigs each. I jump into a taxi to take back to the hotel and our plans for the day unveil than and there. The driver, Henry turn out to be this awesome guy that, coincidentally was born on Isla Mujer. He told us about this cool spot about a 30 minute drive from town. I wasn’t really up to hanging out in town. Don’t get me wrong. Chetumal is a nice town I’m sure but after a while they are start blending together. Main street, historic part, main square, church, boardwalk, etc, so thought it would be a nice change. Staying around the hotel is never an option.
I find Alex wrenching his bike as I unpack my shopping bag consisting of a six pack and a….”Where the hell is my memory card?” Ok. Retrace, look again. Check bag, check pockets. Nothing. I give Henry a buzz. Luckily I wrote his number down with the intention of calling him later for a ride to the lagoon. “Yeah, amigo. It’s on the floor here”. We got to stop leaving stuff in cabs. I arranged for him to pick us up in an hour.
Henry shows on the dot and we set out. Towel, some cash, no ID as we only got checked once while on the bikes the whole time in Mexico. “I just have to stop by my house to get my license” Henry announces. Great, so the whole time he has been driving without one. His subdivision is called Las Americas and all the street conveniently after each country. Except his. Ottawa.
As we near our destination we get stopped in a road block. Ok, everybody out of the car the officer says. Great. No IDs either of us is the first thing on my mind, closely followed by, what are the chances? Thank god at least Henry was smart enough. After a thorough search of the vehicle he turn to us with a smile. “Pasaportes, Señores?” “Mmm, see officer……”
Before I had a chance to come up with a story Henry explained to him that he truly did pick us up from a hotel. With a quick confirmation by the towels in my bag and sandals on our feet he set us off to go. There might have even been a hint of a smile and a salute but we were all piled in the car already just in case he changed his mind.
The lagoon was a bit different from what I imagined, but still quite a sight. For some reason I imagined a pool size lagoon with a waterfall and a blonde under it. Yes, Return to the Blue Lagoon. Apparently, inlets and bays and lakes fall under the lagoon category as well. This particular was an inlet of the Caribbean and a sparkly, fresh water river mouth with dozens of swim holes. Henry head out back with us around 4. On the way back we drive by his sister in law’s property. Henry must have sensed my interest for history as he sparks my curiosity with a story that there is 3 ancient ruins on there and his brother in law found a brass mask there. I would have to see it to believe it but I still wanted to get a octopus dinner in me and laundry was to be picked up after 5. Next trip.
Octopus had a fight with my stomach later so not by choice, I stayed in for the rest of the night and watched Teen Wolf with Michael J. Fox in Spanish.