Friday, December 31, 2004  

Bruises that won't heal.

I really didn’t think Mexico would surprise me, with its shopping malls, McDonalds, Burger King, Domino’s Pizza and a host of other American influences. But then which countries don’t have these ? If you draw up a list and compare it to the axis of evil it will probably be strikingly similar. These influences notwithstanding, Mexico did surprise me. It’s a very laid back place, and if you don’t like the American influence there is still a great deal to do.

I have also discovered the joys of the Hammock and the Margarita, what a fantastic pair of inventions, and they compliment each other perfectly.

In the past I have heard a lot about how “special” it is when you swim with Dolphins. I had always taken this with a pinch of salt; they are just another mammal after all. When we decided which excursions to take we both had ones that we really wanted to do, the Dolphin experience was Tracy’s, mine was Chichen Itza. Even when I got into the water and the Dolphin was swimming quite a way off I thought it would be a case of us stroking a trained animal. But when Semo, a ten-year-old pregnant female Dolphin, came over to us it was amazing. It wasn’t just us touching the Dolphin; it was definitely a two-way experience. I left feeling as though I had connected.

Chichen Itza is a sacred Mayan and Toltec site. Temples and buildings exist from a large span of time. What is left of the buildings isn’t the amazing part, although the temple of Kulkulkan (pyramid) is a site to behold. What they represent is the truly amazing thing. The Mayans had a complete understanding of how time works, the calculated the year at 365 days, they knew the Solstices and Equinoxes and predicted solar eclipses with great accuracy. The whole site is too big to see in one day, but I did climb to the top of the pyramid; what an amazing view, and to imagine what had taken place in the very spot that I stood on, made me reflect on how far we have come and how much knowledge we have lost.

They called it a jungle tour, but it wasn’t really in the jungle and two places don’t make a tour. I was excellent though. We climbed into our two-seater speedboat and followed the guide around the lagoon, in and out of the Mangroves, and finally out to sea. We tied our boats together about ten feet from the reef and put on our snorkeling gear. We then spent about an hour looking at the reef and the fish, took some pictures with a cheap under-water camera, and then got back in the boats for the return journey. It sounds simple, but it was exhilarating and very enjoyable, and right near the end we saw a two and a half meter Crocodile sunning itself on the rocks.

As a Brucey bonus, when I got back, the Taxdodger and his girlfriend had bought me “Blue blood - the Mike Doyle story” for Christmas, signed by the man himself. If you are wondering who the hell Mike Doyle is then you are not a football fan. If you are mumbling under your breath about how much you hate him, then you are probably a red. I would love to see some of today’s professional primadonnas come up against a defender of his class. Mind you, with all the diving that goes on he probably wouldn’t last two minutes before being sent off.

I’m off to see if I can recreate the Margaritas I drank in Mexico.

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