My love for Mexico is well-noted. Except for the Tijuana cop who robbed me of $20, its people are proud yet open and despite circumstances that are often less than ideal, they make things happen. Last weekend I took a two-night trip to the Playa Del Carmen for my friends’ wedding. By the way, please invite me to your wedding. I no longer hit on bridesmaids, but I do bring great energy, dance moves, and/or memorable speeches to your reception. (This assumes your wedding has an open bar.) Anyhow, here are some pictures from my two-night trip to Playa Del Carmen.
My incoming flight passing Cancun. Felt weird to fly with a major carrier. They had leg room and their flight attendants didn’t make out with passengers.
The customs line in Cancun. Despite a robust man-print, I was not pulled into secondary inspection.
VIPs had people waiting outside the airport. I took the ADO bus from Cancun to Playa Del Mar ($12).
Nothing says gringo like a Corona air traffic control tower in Mexico.
My lil’ $90 room at the Hotel Kinbe. It was steps away from the main strip (Fifth Avenue) and the beach.
The waterfall pool outside my room. I didn’t have my kids with me so I felt OK about giving others folks’ kids mean looks for being loud.
Fifth Avenue in Playa Del Carmen on a late Friday afternoon. It gets even more packed around 11 p.m.
Ships arriving at the pier in Playa Del Carmen allow a great opportunity for a struggle rapper to film a video.