Thursday 25.02.2021
In the north of Cancun, there is Isla Blanca. The name means White Island, but it is actually a peninsula. We met Max and Salvador in the gas station then we drove following their truck on a road that was full of holes. Avoiding the holes with our weak rented Chevrolet Aveo was a video-game-like experience. I was worried about the 1000 pesos deposit! We arrived at a virgin beach where it seems that one guy decided to collect 100 pesos per car as entrance fees. This reminds me of Egypt where people forcibly declare some space theirs and force certain kinds of fees. If you argue, they could scratch your car (and you lose the 1000 pesos deposit).The beach was a strip of land dividing the Caribbean Sea and a shallow lagoon where some people were already kite surfing. As soon as we arrived, Marika went for a refreshment tutorial and for a total of 3 hours she was kite surfing, meaning she was playing with water, wind and gravity.I chilled on the shore, took some photography and got sunburned in my calves, which is a strange location for a sunburn!There was a drone-video taken, you can see Marika surfing with the orange kite and you can appreciate the marvelous location in this video:
… and here are some photos as well:
We had to drive back on our own. I made a mistake driving on the beach and ended up stuck in the sand where the car wheels spin in the sand without any movement. We tried putting water and managed to move the car some half a meter. A helpful local saw us and hurried to help us till we managed to freely rejoin the right path. I remembered my growing up in the deserts and how often we got stuck like this in the dunes. I have good memories since sometimes we paused and started singing or having fun while we waited for help.
We spent the second half of the day in Cancun and realized how Americanized it was. Big hotels that even block the sun from the beach. Still, I enjoyed a nice swim while Marika searched for some replacement of her electrolytes. A walk afterwards around the touristic center where they tried to sell us access to 10 shows for 85$ including 15 drinks per person. I assumed they meant alcoholic drinks. Well, They saw our lack of interest and offered us then just 5 drinks at a reduced price. I don’t remember having 5 drinks of any sort in one setting. Not even water. However, I loved the name of the place. It was called Coco Bongo! hmmmm. Please use your “cubreboca” at Coco Bongo.We decided to have some dinner in a local fish restaurant instead where we were bombarded with seafood with live music at a cheap price. It was a fulfilling day, specially for Marika who has surfed in a few countries/continents before. Tomorrow is a day of a lot of driving!