Ah well, all good things come to an end. I don’t mean my Cancun bike vacation. I don’t leave until Monday afternoon. But, my riding streak ended today. I did not make the 5:15 call.
The culprit, I would claim, was orthotic removal. Along with all my other ailments, the new corn? on my right foot had caught my attention. I have never had anything like it and the one thing changed in the last weeks with the right foot is the incertion of an orthotic that the doctor recommended and Rite Aid had labeled “Plantar fasciitis“. It did not seem to have made a lot of difference with the right heel plantar. I was still suffering. But, I would have to say that since I stopped the “make it hurt” exercises when I got to Cancun and read the doctors suggestions Friday 1/20, things were more than manageable. I think the main problem was now some pain in the left hip, sciatica muscle, from walking differently to save the heel.
Anyway, I took the orthotics out to see if that helped the corn and the Plantar fasciitis went crazy. I had to take my first Cancun taxie in 2 years!
After the generally successful ride Friday, I did my normal SIHS internet and Cancun blogging. The plan for the day was to repeat Thursday. Lunch on the hotel road, a swim and back for dinner. The Plantar fasciitis hurt right away, but not too much. I always leave late as many of the hotel road restaurants don’t open until 1pm. I always take the local buses, instead of the gringo air conditioned ones that run the same routes. After walking to the main circle, I chose a particularly bad bus in that it was too close to the circle and dallied while all the others ahead of it left. Lesson learned: always walk to the first bus. Always order margarita frozen. Always ask for the salad dressing on the side. Always ask how much the taxir ride will cost. Not only was the bus slow getting started, but all the seats on the “shady side” were taken so I was sitting in the sun, sweating from the walk over.
I was picking a restrauant on the fly. I knew I wanted one that was “outside” a hotel, on the west side of the road. Thursday I had eaten at Bubba Gump. Today, I thought I had chosen a fish restaurant over an Italian in the same general area. I use google maps to tell me who is open, what kind of restaurant they are and how close the bus is right now. Looks as if I got 2 out of 3 wrong! I got off the bus too early, had to walk 10 minutes and ended up in an Italian restaurant. At least the maitre d and the waiter spoke excellent English. I was seated with no sun, great breeze, wonderful view, a couple and teen age daughter to watch and even a sign saying beware of the crocodiles. Got the frozen margarita ordered right away but anguished between ordering two appetizers or one main dish. The two appetizers up for selection were one described as small pieces of fish with seasoning and the other fancy meat balls with tomato sauce. And in the main course corner, we had grouper prepared with interesting sounding things. I chose the grouper. It was very good but with a somewhat tomato based sauce. They brought a lovely thin bread with olive oil dip. I order mezcal and negro beer for the second alcoholic course. The bill was a little high. I asked for the wine list to check the mezcal price and right away the waiter came back with an adjusted bill with the correct mezcal price.
Bus to the beach. Had an accident taking my shoes off at the nicely provided alley leading to the beach. I had put my ruck sack down and then I picked it up, it was soaked on the bottom! People pour water out of their water bottles to wash the sand off their feet and I had but the pack in the “low point” where the water collected! I now rearranged the ruck sack so my shoes were protecting the rest of the contents from the wet bottom.
Walk down to my corner. I did chat up a “foreigner” using the line “I don’t see how to you can read your phone with the sun”. She admited to having difficulty and I said I could not tell if she was french or german and she said Slovakian, easter europe. She was there on business, investment type. As I left, I say she had removed her “workish” cloths to reveal a modest bathing suit for tanning.
There was also a young woman seated alone near my position. My line with her was “do you go in the water” as she was just sitting, watching. She was from Brazil and only in Cancun for one day on her way to work at a farm 400? miles south of here. She said she had found it online at Wolf?. The girls at Camp Kawanhee have been doing this kind of thing all over Europe etc. I think she said she was studying economics.
I tried my normal summersalt on both water enties and felt disoriented on both. I assume it is the alcohol but could be the boyancy of the water that allows me not to spin in my normal way.