Back to Cancun yet again. Unbelievably cheap deals can be blamed. This time on a brand-new Canada 3000 plane but it lacked the ambiance of suburbanites excitedly guzzling cocktails and dreaming of Margaritas. Not a bad breakfast of mushroom omelette and potatoes with a hot buttered croissant. Read the Globe & Mail from front to back. There was a lineup at immigration but we were processed quickly. Of on the bus to the hotel called the Tucan Cancun Beach Club. Yet another room fit for a dupe with a view of a construction site. Down to the reception to complain with a promise to remedy the situation tomorrow. I escalated to the Manager and ended up in a big room with an ocean view. Well the ceiling was missing some panels and the bathroom had water dripping near some electrical wires. Again this was taken up the Manager again and yet another promise to remedy again. The Cancun Hotel Shuffle! The hotel, aside from the aggravation of the hotel room shuffle is on a beautiful sandy beach with turquoise waters. Off to good old Blackbeard’s for a delicious red snapper.
“Travels to a Different Time” : 25August1990: Cancun, Mexico: The Mexican Hotel Room Shuffle
