Quote of the Day: “None of the officers come and dance with us in the evening. On P&O some of them were there every night. It was so good. Even Warren, the Cruise Director, doesn’t show up, and he’s a professional dancer. But then he doesn’t turn up anywhere apart from on the Wake Show on TV, does he?”
This is a great little Mexican port, which has geared itself up fairly well for the tourist trade. They’ve set up speakers in the cruise ship pier area, so we’re all serenaded with Mexican music as we promenade through the little souvenir stalls on the way to town. Add in a few flamenco dancers and it’s a great atmosphere.
We’d been here before, so I was more than happy to sign up to a private excursion, organized by the lovely Ros. This took us firstly to Colima, the state capital, about 90 minutes drive from the port, where we visited the “pyramids”. They are actually the stone bases of wooden buildings, and extend over many hectares. At one stage it’s estimated that 50,000 people lived in this ancient city. The ruins were discovered back in the 1920s, but they’ve only been excavated since 1995. Very interesting place.
From there, it was a quick trip to a small museum, showcasing some of the pottery found at the above site, then off to lunch in the “white” village of Comala – traditional Mexican food, complete with beer. That all went down very well!
After the mandatory rush through the craft shop, it was a speedy downhill race back to the port, where there was just time for a little more shopping before boarding.
Tonight was another Captain’s Circle cocktail party, complete with soggy nibbles and strange coloured drinks, all of a quality best avoided. Formal night as well, so again we guys all dressed up as waiters for dinner. I suggested to the room steward that maybe we were all working for our dinner tonight, which he found very funny.
Anyway, some old git I hadn’t met before asked me if I was a jockey (shades of the rumour going around last year that I was some famous Aussie jockey). OK so I’m short, but do I ask every tall person if they’re basketball players? Sheesh. Anyway, when I asked him if he was an accountant, because that’s what he looked like, he got a little huffy… at which point I departed rapidly on the pretense of looking for a drink… now where’s my copy of “How To Make Friends And Influence People”?
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