We did the classic Cabo thing. There are two Cabos, and we were in the less famous one. We did a presentation at a resort in Cabo San Lucas. It was ridiculous. We were trying to sign up for a sunset cruise with a fajita dinner. Which they gave us, but they had us go to the presentation, which we agreed to because they were feeding us breakfast, driving us there and back, and so we would get to spend all day there. The resort was insane, they were asking for a chunk of money down, a monthly payment of a couple hundred bucks, plus paying for the week(s) that we would actually be there. I was just shaking my head. Give me my certificate for the cruise and let me go in peace. However it was amazing to be just off the beach and we saw a few whales blowing air as they surfaced, while eating eggs at a fancy place. The rooms were out of my league, making it fun to play like the rich folks for half a second.
Then we went to the docks, and it was very lovely. They have glass bottom boats, and they also had all glass hull boats. I would have loved to go on one, but time was limited.
Saw a boat with a helicopter on it! That was wild, it was a whole bay full of boats of all shapes and sorts. From the wharf we could see many white birds hanging out, and in the water there were blue dotted pufferfish. It was amazing, they were right at the rocks, like in the picture below they would be just a few feet from the bird.
There was a sea lion (seal?) who was gliding through the water, and right as I was watching it flung itself up onto one of the docks in front of me. It lunged at a guy carrying some freshly cut fish, and the man had no where to go with the walkway being as wide as a sidewalk. He dodged and the beast missed and immediately launched itself back into the water. It was great fun to watch. It all happened so fast.
We found a place to eat outside, and I ordered the coconut shrimp. What a mistake. It looked great, but oh my. It tasted like soap! Sigh. I could not finish it. It was at a food truck kind of place with just a server and person cooking, so I didn't protest, I just went on my way. So much to see!
We were accosted every 20 feet by vendors. I can't imagine how hard it must be for them with business cut by the pandemic. It was hard to have a peaceful walk around with everyone trying to be my best friend and sell me something, and having to say no as politely as possible.
We had issues finding the place to board the boat, trying to stay cool as we waited to get into line. The picture below is right before we left the pier. One day I want to go back and ride the pirate boat, that seems like it would be great fun.
Bring on the cruise! It wasn't a big boat. There were maybe only 40 people. Another bonus to pandemic travel. It was interesting, we went on top to sail out and get pictures. There was a live band playing and the music was decent but extremely loud. I felt bad for the sea creatures, since water transmits sound more efficiently than air. Sound travels four times faster in water, according to my diving manual. I'm sure every boat had it's own music going on. It was maddeningly loud on top of the boat, we moved downstairs for the ride back. I know, I know. They say if the music is too loud, then you are too loud. But hey, it was much calmer on the lower level.
The problem was once again to take pictures where you have to get around all of the other people taking pictures. Even with the smaller crowds there were plenty of boats jockeying for position to see El Arco and take a selfie. After this I have a goal to not see the famous places, but to ask more questions and go to the quieter place. Such is the irony that most tourists would resent the appearance of too many other tourists to interfere with a quiet enjoyment of majestic or historic things.
The food was delicious, at least. There was still a lovely view of the sunset over the Pacific ocean from the lower level. It was even more charming without the blasting music and dozens of strangers.
I found a sign the other day that finally explained me in words that have escaped me until now. The sign says it is a quote from Virginia Woolf. "Her heart was made of liquid sunsets." I would probably also be compelled by sunrises, if I ever were the type the get up early enough to see one. My dream life would be to preside over a sunset club. To designate time every day to watch the colors and artistry of the skies in the mystic hour when it is not the day, and not the night. The in between time when it seems anything is more possible than the constraints of the sun or the darkened black side.
It was a good day, but why go to Mexico to see a Home Depot and all the other usual sights of the place I was escaping from? No more Cabo San Lucas from me.
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