It's -25 Celsius, 4 o'clock in the morning and we're heading to the airport. We park several miles away to save some money as the truck is going to be there for three weeks. Our shuttle arrives, and we load our suitcases. We drive through the car lot picking up more passengers for the airport. One particular couple; I couldn't believe it, get into the shuttle bus and point to the driver to load their bags. Thinking to myself, 'this couple must think that they're already at their 5 star all inclusive hotel.'
We arrive at the airport. Guess who wants off first, yes the 5 star couple! The driver drags their bags to the sidewalk and as soon as he hands the last bag over, the 5stars are off, no thank you, no tip.
Four or five couples later, and its our turn to get off the shuttle; pissed at all these people for not tipping the driver, I hand him a few bucks, he smiles and thanks us.
Ah yes, the airport. We look at the departure screen only to see our flight is delayed by 6 hrs. This is going to be one long day. We check with our flight carrier; no, we cannot check our bags yet. So off we go to find a quite place to wait......
After sitting, exploring every souvenir store and eating lunch, Yeah .....we can finally get rid of our suitcases and head to the security checkpoint. Of course they want Cindy to take her shoes off and walk through the security machine in bare feet, nothing like feeling like you just walked through a million germs.
They ask me if I'm the owner of the carry on bag sitting on the rail. "Yes." "May I look through the bag?" "No problem," I say. She starts pulling stuff out left and right, I tell her to be careful as the equipment is fragile. With my dive camera, strobe and attachments all over the table, I explain what she is looking at. She grabs another agent, gets the ok and I'm told to pack it up. Thinking to myself, 'haven't they seen a dive camera before?'
The flight is the usual 5.5 hours, Cindy does her work as I rent a movie. We land and of course its like 10 o'clock in the evening by now. I'm just hoping the rental car agency is waiting or us, since I did phone them earlier in the day to tell them were going to be 5 or 6 hours late.
We hit the secuity light, it's green, were through. Head through the airport doors, viola. a sign with our name on it. After trying about six different car rental agencies these guys haven't let us down yet. Our guy grabs our lugguge, in the van we go to the rental agency and fill out the usual paper work. "Ah, Mr Sorenson, thankyou for renting with us again, we are upgrading you this time." He hands the keys over to a brand new shiny black 2010 VW Jetta.
We're on the road south with 2000 km on the odometer and the intention to stay the first night in Puerto Morelos. The drive is great as usual with new lighting along the whole hi-way. Arriving at the hotel we chose earlier, it's now about 11 oclock and out we go to have a drink to celebrate the start of our holiday.
We don't have to go far, since right across the street is a little shack/bar that's still open. As we sip on our two for one specials and enjoy the warm humid ocean air, the drinks start to hit us. It time to get to bed for the start of our long journey tomorrow.......
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