The Culture Fix

We woke up this morning ready to hit the streets of Cabo. Since the wireless internet had not been working from our room since the first day we went down to the courtyard (where it works marginally) and had coffee while I uploaded day three.

After a shuttle ride to Pueblo Bonito Rose on Medano Beach we took off our sandals and walked down the beach to the marina and from there on in to town. It was a joint shopping/barhopping excursion. We walked everywhere.

The following are notes taken directly from the black book I carry around with me:

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11:31 - Taco Loco. Any place that offers five beers and a plate of nachos for ten bucks is okay by me. Had four pork tacos and a Sol. Seven bucks.

12:15 - Hemingway’s. Victor the barkeep has just poured a tequila. I am two cervezas and two tequilas into my day. I am smoking a Cuban Cohiba Siglio II. I love Mexico. And Cuba.

1:33 - Giggling Marlin. We were just accosted by two sombrero wielding banditos who forced two jello shots each down our gullets. They then said, “That will be eight dollars.” I gave them ten on the promise that they would never to do that again. I just may be the perfect Yanqui turista.

2:33 - El Squid Roe. The server just came by and squirted hand sanitizer on each of our hands. A bit strange but, “Gracias Amigo!?” Lively décor.

3:04 - Cabo Wabo. Sitting here with a bunch of folks from the cruise ship. I feel oddly superior to them. With all due respect, Sammy, your nachos suck.

4:07 - Nowhere Bar. The music is the Sirius easy listening channel. A Barry Manilow song is playing and I am just intoxicated enough not to take offense. Good place to people watch and the junk merchants aren’t too bad.

5:19 - Back on the beach at Mango Deck. There is an 18 year old chick in a bikini top and unbuttoned shorts dancing on the stage. She has those cute butt dimples. I’m trying hard not to stare.

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It’s now 7:32. We have arrived at the room and ordered sushi. I have walked off my buzz. After we eat I’m going to curl up with “The Life and Times of Mexico” until I can’t hold my eyes open any longer.

El Squid Roe.

Agreed.

Truth in advertising. Not one timeshare hawk in the joint.

If I lived in Cabo you would find me here often.

Jello shots. "No mas amigo...por favor!"