Adios, Cancun

So I'm waiting in the hotel lobby for our bus, and another guest is waiting for hers, and she turns to me and says, "Are you going on a tour today?"
"No," I tell her, "we're off to the airport."
"Oh, that's too bad. Don't you just wish you could stay forever?"
I think for a second. "No, not really," I reply.

And it's true. The ruins were great, but there's really nothing else that I'm interested in seeing down here. It's been educational and new, but if I never go back to Cancun I will not be left with any regrets. Unless you're a student on spring break, two days and three nights is plenty.

We missed breakfast, but the airport cafeteria was charging 49 pesos for a ham & egg croissant. I wasn't hungry enough for that. We survived on bad coffee from the hotel buffet.

On the way through security in Cancun airport we had our bags thoroughly searched. Actually, not all of them - they rifled through our dirty clothes, but left Joseph's laptop case untouched. Of course, they might not actually have been security personnel - perhaps they just like going through other people's sweaty, beer-stained laundry. For all we knew, they could be an obscure breed of aiport-dwelling luggage fetishists. Either way, if you want to smuggle anything out of Cancun, hide it in your laptop case.

One more airline incident before I close this chapter:

We're somewhere over the Gulf of Mexico, about an hour out of Cancun, and the stewardess suddenly pipes up, "Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, does anyone have change for a $20?" And I'm thinking, if you guys weren't ridiculous enough to charge for drinks in the first place...