Our second day in paradise didn’t start out very well. Apparently, being a second level VIP meant that we had to go through an orientation. In reality, that meant that they wanted to spend some time trying to sell a resort membership. We knew that going in and thought that we could handle it for a while. We couldn’t. I knew we were in trouble when the guy said that he has never sold anything. People always want to buy.
We thought it would be easier if we got to the point. We were not interested in becoming members and nothing he could say would change our minds. That didn’t stop him. He was trained to go through the steps, and he was determined to do it. It was back and forth the entire time. We said that we were not interested, and he would plow ahead. No matter what we said, he would come back with, “It’s irrelevant.” Over and over.
“It’s irrelevant.”
“It’s irrelevant.”
“It’s irrelevant.”
Before my wife choked him, we got away and on with the rest of the day. Later, I saw a sign at the pool and thought, “Why would they put that sign up? It’s irrelevant.”
We survived the ordeal and made it back to the room to wake up my stepdaughter. She and my wife went to the pool, and I met them a few minutes later. After getting some food and getting comfortable in our lounge chairs, some guy came up and said they were his chairs. He had gotten up bright and early to claim them.
Now, I’m not an expert in pool etiquette, but it is hard to imagine that you can claim a chair 5 or 6 hours before showing up to use it. After a while, your claim becomes irrelevant. I could be wrong.
We moved to the other side of the pool, and everything turned out fine. We were close to the beach bar for VIP’s, both first level and second level. We were also close to a bunch of people with different accents and different tattoos. I try to learn something everywhere I go, and I learned that the south does not have a monopoly on rednecks. They come from all over the United States.
We also heard an accent that I didn’t anticipate – Australian. There were people from Australia all over the place. Neither my wife nor I could figure out why they were in Cancun. It is summer in Australia, a nation known for its beaches. Yet, they traveled halfway around the globe to visit a beach that can’t be as good as their own. I am sure they had a good time. We just thought it was strange. Hopefully, a few Australian readers can enlighten me.
My wife and I were pondering the mysteries of visitors to Cancun, but my stepdaughter wanted to play beach volleyball. Not the 6 on 6 kind. The 2 on 2 kind that they play in the Olympics. She and I went undefeated. That’s right. Karch Kiraly and the rest of those guys have nothing on me.
There are no pictures to prove my beach volleyball prowess, but my wife took a picture of her daughter while I was recovering just out of the camera’s view.
While I basked in the glory of victory and checked to make sure I didn’t pull anything, I also watched the people around us. There was a serious game of volleyball going on next door. There was a young senorita trying to do yoga in front of us. There were waitresses and other workers going back and forth.
I have been to a couple of resorts similar to this one. Jamaica. Costa Rica. Now, Mexico. I always wonder what the workers think about us. What do they think about us spending the money to travel? What do they think about the food and drinks that we throw away? What do they think about our conspicuous consumption?
I don’t know the answers to those questions, but that’s some of the stuff that goes through my mind. The guy we met with might say, “It’s irrelevant.” Personally, I don’t think that’s true.
SBI: A Thinning Crowd 
A warm sunny beach ANYWHERE sounds soooo good right now. Even having to sit through the endless sales pitch and strange other guests. The temps are dropping. Again. It’s very cold.
It’s cold here, too. We flew back home and landed in the middle of the Polar Vortex, whatever that is.
One must leave ones towel on the beach chair to anchor ones claim.
I’d love to be back on a warm beach in a hawaiian shirt right now…
It was better than being in the Polar Vortex that we returned to.
I’m a beachaholic. I can’t cope without a swim. I guess those CanCun Aussies just swam out a bit far and kept going. I guess I compare all beaches to Hyams Beach where I would go each weekend close to home. It’s hard to beat but won’t stop me from looking. Cheers
I was hoping you would answer my question. I think if I had flown that far, then I would have been disappointed. Cancun is good for a short jaunt. One of these days, I’m going to make it to your part of the world.
I was hoping for more photos of that swingin’ lobby 😉
I should have taken more. You wouldn’t believe the lounge singer.
I can imagine though!
Thanks for this post, which I enjoyed thoroughly.
You’re welcome, and thank you for commenting.