Filled up buffet plate with a wild combo of beef in onion and tomato sauce, guava, fried bananas, pastries and bacon. Weird combo but delicious and no Montezuma yet. Off on the tequila cruise as a better and safer boat than the public boat that looks as if will sink halfway there. Being stuffed with a jolly Mexican breakfast did not partake of the party boat breakfast. Isla Mujeres was stinking hot with no shade so stayed in the water hoping not to get too fried. The trip home was full of the usual shenanigans with beefcake Yanks swilling beer from baby bottles making many lewd comparisons. A horribly bad rock n roll band but the Yanks were having a rip-roaring good time and this time, unlike last year, none of them passed out. But then again they were drinking tequila from baby bottles last year. For dinner off to El Pirata which was a quiet little seafood restaurant which was out of seafood except for shrimp and octopus ceviche both which were delicious. Drinks were on the house as a way of apologizing for no fish. A strange dessert on the street was delicious pistachio ice cream covered in chocolate.