Looks like the Mexican Hotel Shuffle has concluded which was a new room with a huge balcony and great view of the ocean. 4 huge windows and even a refrigerator. I have a feeling this is a time share unit. I have travelled this far and I simply must have an ocean view! As anContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : 26August1990: Cancun, Mexico: The Chef with a Tomato Sauce Obsession”
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“Travels to a Different Time” : 25August1990: Cancun, Mexico: The Mexican Hotel Room Shuffle
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 toContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : 25August1990: Cancun, Mexico: The Mexican Hotel Room Shuffle”
“Travels to a Different Time” : September 1989: Some of Cancun’s Restaurants
Many of the restaurants I ate in were very rustic similar to those in Sosua in the Dominican Republic. Aside from a pooparama incident caused I think by that turkey in black bean sauce at Los Almendros Restaurant thank goodness no Montezuma’s Revenge. Los Almendros was the most interesting with its emphasis on Mayan dishesContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : September 1989: Some of Cancun’s Restaurants”
RKS Poetry: 55 Years of Unhappy Father’s Days
55 years of vacant father’s days 55 years of no father to celebrate a special day withnever even a chance to say good-bye at a funeralas that unhealthy event was the thought of many in 1964not thinking grief could find any doorthe end result being numbness and an inability to processso grief leaks out piecemealperhapsContinue reading “RKS Poetry: 55 Years of Unhappy Father’s Days”
On the Ledge Part Three: Infiltration into Canada: Is There a Future in East German Riesling?
So how did I end up in Canada? It was before our beloved Berlin Wall fell that I was transferred by the Stasi to a post at the Canadian German Friendship League headquartered in Toronto. The goal was to ferret out and neutralize hostile elements to the East German Democratic Republic. I was based inContinue reading “On the Ledge Part Three: Infiltration into Canada: Is There a Future in East German Riesling?”
“Travels to a Different Time” : September 1989: Cancun, Mexico: Trip to Tulum
Tulum is a must if one is in Cancun. Booked a tour. Continental breakfast was provided for on board. The Mayan village stopped at was squalid in comparison to the ones near Chicen Itza. Beer and cakes were provided as a snack but given the overcast weather no one seemed to be in a partyContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : September 1989: Cancun, Mexico: Trip to Tulum”
“Travels to a Different Time” : September 1989: Cancun, Mexico: Drinking Tequila from Baby Bottles and Now is Not the Time for a Shark Attack!
Off to Isla Mujeres (Island of Women) just off Cancun. It has some incredible beaches and there is the Cave of The Sleeping Sharks made famous by Jacques Cousteau. $30 USD on the “Festival Cancun”. Beautiful turquoise water! Buffet continental breakfast was served. Lots of juices and pastry. Mostly young American couples in their twenties.Continue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : September 1989: Cancun, Mexico: Drinking Tequila from Baby Bottles and Now is Not the Time for a Shark Attack!”
Part 2: Postcards from the Edge: A Bit About Me; Vlad the Rat
I was born in Dresden in the DDR otherwise known as East Germany on August 12, 1955. My father was a colonel in the East German Patriotic Army in the intelligence unit. We travelled around Eastern Europe as father was assigned as a “friendly attaché” to various People’s Army bases in Hungary, Czechoslovakia, Bulgaria andContinue reading “Part 2: Postcards from the Edge: A Bit About Me; Vlad the Rat”
“Travels to a Different Time” : 9September1989: Cancun, Mexico: Lost in a Sea of American Yuppies and Mexican Workers: More Time Share Beggars
Took the local bus into town to pick up some breakfast. I am the only gringo on it and it was full of Mexican workers. It has a huge crack in one of the windows. Elephant ears and banana bread. Headed out for a look at the commercial section of Cancun and hustled by 4Continue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : 9September1989: Cancun, Mexico: Lost in a Sea of American Yuppies and Mexican Workers: More Time Share Beggars”
“Travels to a Different Time” : 7September1989: Cancun, Mexico: Climbing the Temple of Kukulcán Deep in the Jungle
Today off to the Mayan ruins at Chicen Itza the famous Mayan architectural site. Our bus was to leave at 8:15 but arrived at 8:45 and I was not pleased with the crappy seat at the back of the bus. I recall a horrific back of the bus trip in Yugoslavia in 1973. Pure hell.Continue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : 7September1989: Cancun, Mexico: Climbing the Temple of Kukulcán Deep in the Jungle”
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