One of the things we were most reticent about on this cruise were the shore-side excursions, on account of them being expensive and potentially rubbish. When we got to Cabo we played it safe by having a simple independent agenda:
- Walk about a bit
- Find a bar with Wi-Fi
- Drink
- Eat fish tacos
Onward to glory
Cabo San Lucas is a Mexican town with so many Americans in residence (Jennifer Aniston has a place here) and omnipresent cruise visitors like us, that it’s a de facto enclave of gringos. While we were there, the Crown Princess had also rocked up and decanted its hordes.
Two specimens in the wild
It’s a pretty town which plainly exists for the tourist trade, with legions of owners of water taxis, glass-bottomed boats and fishing boats all vying for custom at the pier. A quick check of the above agenda simplified matters somewhat. We bounced between a couple of bars and shot the breeze with a Texan from the Crown, who provided us with his years of insight into the whole cruise malarkey. Tacos, beer and margaritas were obtained. Wi-Fi was sketchy but didn’t cost $0.79 per minute like on the ship so we took what we could find.
Pretty much required to buy them by the brace
Seems legit
My legs gave several locals arc-eye
So yeah, a simple but satisfactory outing.
We got heroically drunk and came back to the ship and ate too much pizza. The general overindulgence of our fellow passengers, coupled with the vigorous amount of chop we got from a passing tropical storm later that evening, wrote a fair number of them off for the next day or so at sea.
I was fine as I’m a rugged son of the sea with saltwater for blood.
Kurzfassung auf Deutsch: Margaritas getrunken wurden. Tacos gegessen wurden. Es war eine gute Zeit. Der Tropensturm machte alle Kranken später, aber nicht mich, weil ich sehr macho bin.
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