Cozumel
One knows one is in Mexico when one spies a white shed emblazoned with the words "LAUNDRY" and "DENTIST" side by side as identification of its purpose.
Went to Chankanaab Park in Cozumel to "swim with the dolphins," an "experience of a lifetime." I would never discourage anyone from doing it, since it is admittedly a treat to pet a dolphin and kiss it, etc. etc. But I would forewarn one with fanciful notions such as mine that it is nothing more than a series of staged tricks, much like one would see at a large aquarium show, the only difference being you happen to be in the water with the dolphin. When I realized what this whole thing was all about, I worried aloud about the possible exploitation of the animals, but was reassured by one of the trainers that each dolphin works only two performances, approximately 1.5 hours total each day, and the rest of the time is spent exercising and socializing with the other dolphins. Of course I have only his word on this, but I will admit that, even when they are not under the control of their trainers, the dolphins would stick their heads out of the water and watch us with friendly curiosity. One person in my group told me dolphins are naturally drawn to the sound of human voices. This seemed to be the case. They seemed to be very happy creatures.
Afterwards I roamed the rest of Chankanaab, its beautiful beaches and lovely botanical gardens, which were infested with large iguanas scurrying to keep out of the way.
I photographed this exquisite lily that was growing in the overhead canopy of the botanical garden.
Later in the afternoon I stopped at Señor Frog's, an allegedly world famous watering hole located at the end of the pier. It certainly was a lively and eclectic joint. Popcorn is served in Purina Dog Chow bowls. Waiters blow on loud whistles when delivering food. Loud music is constantly thumping, anything from hip hop and rap to Mexican salsa, from "Who Let the Dogs Out" to "We Are Family." As I innocently downed a couple of Sols beer, a busty young lovely suddenly came upon me, practically forcing a shot down my throat without even waiting for permission. It was a bright red concoction, and tasted like a liquefied form of Big Red gum. In a wild finale, she palmed my temples and shook my head, twisted my nipples, and tweaked my dick. Too bad it was wasted on me. Of course, it was then that the fun went out of her. Suddenly businesslike, with her upturned palm in my face, she said flatly, "Three dollars please." That's the price I pay for a little poontang. And with a woman no less.
