Talk thirty.
Cancún and Campeche, 05th February
- How did you like the flight to Mexico on board of the US Airways from San José, California via Pheonix, Arizona?
- I can hear some mockery in your voice. You want me to say something bad about American airlines, don’t you?
- No. I want you to publicly say what I hear every time we board an American airlines plane.
- The service is rubbish, the food is hopeless (if they serve anything at all), the coffee is sloppy, the alcohol is expensive, …
- No! Repeat what you say about the stewardesses!
- … they work out their last years before the retirement. I was afraid that in case of emergency, I would’ve to save their lives. And they are not nice! They don’t seem to enjoy their job.
- And you don’t enjoy looking at old women at work! You forgot to add that. Accept the message that talking like that it’s not politically correct, and don’t even try to do so in the USA!
- I only talk to you like that! I’m not ashamed to admit that I’d prefer to be under the care of young, fit men.
- Ok. Ok. Security of the passengers is the most important issue!
- Isn’t it!?
- Basically, I don’t like it here in Cancún where we can only see a huge area of multi-star hotels by the ocean. The city doesn’t have much to offer besides a day-long trips into the Yucatan, to the Maya cities.
- That why we went to see Chichén Itzá,[3] at the mouth of the well Itzá. I read a bit about this pre-Columbian city built by the Mayas around 450 AD. In1988, the archaeological site of Chichén Itzá was inscribed on the UNESCO World Heritage List, and in 2007 the object was declared one of the seven new wonders of the world.
- Thank you for the up-date. As in famous Cancún we weren’t able either to relax on beautiful beaches such as Playa de Carmen or visit the Isla de Mujeres, for the weather was unexpectedly so bad, we chose to go to a distant Mérida – the capital of Yucatan, 500 kilometres far from Cancún. We travelled on a ADeO bus (with more leg space than in the economy class of a plane). Seen at night, Mérida shimmered with lights and all the colours, and first of all with Saturday festivities of its residents.
- The following bus, on a local route, was slightly less comfortable. We took it to go to the ocean coast to see flamingos in a huge nature reserve in Celestún[4].
- We found there a fishing village proudly presenting their biosphere reserve with the area of 500 kilometres, which is famous mainly for the flocks of flamingos, pelicans, herons, cormorants and many species of migratory birds. The beaches are a nesting place for sea turtles.
- Tens of thousands of pink birds wading in the bay, in the same area, must impress just anybody.
- The stink was impressive, too. Especially when our motor-boat got close to the flocks.
- They wade, pray and shit at the same place. Ornithologists do not have an easy life….
- Another city by the Gulf of Mexico was Campeche.
- I liked the view from our room over a beautifully illuminated cathedral and the central park, as the Mexicans call a big square with trees and a wooden structure in form of a bower in the middle, where bands play music or other folk events take place.
- Brightly painted facades of the houses around the square give the typical image of Mexico, don’t they?
- Tourism hasn’t got in here yet in its full, and for sure you can’t see the Americans who are called gringos here.
- The fishermen as usual come back home in the evening with their catch, and many locals get together at the Central Park for the latest up-dated gossip. I do enjoy here that atmosphere of real Mexico.
- I enjoy it, too, and I can see that in many fields of life, Mexico is doing better than our country. Tell me, how you were doing with the girls who realized that it was worth fighting for you.
- What a change of a subject! I must’ve already told you, it wasn’t easy for me. I made friends with many girls. I had good relationships with them. I did my best not to provoke any intimate situations. While at university we’d go out together to student clubs, went to parties we (they used to be called differently), we’d study together…
- Nothing more? No hanky panky, no bunga bunga?
- You’re still the same. With your innuendos. For some of them it could’ve been difficult with me, because they could’ve fallen in love. Nevertheless, they couldn’t reproach me, because there weren’t any promises.
- But you took their time; they could’ve invested their emotions in someone else.
- It was their choice. It was much more difficult with “adult” women.
- Really?
- True. Some of them openly and clearly made proposals.
- How would they do it?
- Verbally. Or they’d show up in my hotel room during our shared trips.
- It’s getting interesting.
- I wasn’t then ready yet for my coming-out. So I had to resort to declaring my faithfulness to someone who was waiting for me…
- Would they buy the fairy-tale?
- They had to. They had no choice. It was the mildest way of rejecting a sexual proposal.
- Wouldn’t they guess anything?
- It no longer was my problem.
[1] Obrazy dla Chichen Itza
[2] Celestun
[3] Obrazy dla Chichen Itza
[4] Celestun
