Part three of of my Anti-Fairytale: The Honeymoon.
We left for Cancun from Oakland at 11:30pm. The flight took about 5 hours, during which I got verey little sleep. And the flight didn't sit too terribly well w/ Peter, either. So we arrive in Mexico, and get in line for Immigration. It's our turn, and we hand in our immigration form. On it we had checked "married," because we were, in fact, married. So the Immigration officer asks for our marriage license. We didn't have it with us. It was on it's way to San Francisco, to be filed with the County Clerk. And it didn't occur to me to bring a copy (not that I'm sure that would have mattered). So we tell him we don't have it. And he tells us again that we need it. And we still don't have it. So the Immigration officer says, "It's been a long day for me, and I'm sure it's been a long day for you, so if you help me out, I'll help you out." So we bribed a Mexican Immigration officer. For $10USD.
So we get to our hotel. And they didn't have our reservations in the computer. Which wasn't as big of a deal as it sounds, because we had all our paperwork, and the receptionist just goes ahead and inputs our reservation. But then she gives us yellow bracelets (it was an all inclusive resort, so everybody wears plastic bracelets all week), but honeymooners are supposed to get pink ones. I tell her we're on our honeymoon, but she tells me that sinc eit's not in the computer, she can't give us the pink bracelets. Unless we have our marriage license.
At this point, I'm upset and exhausted, and don't really feel like arguing, so we just get our room, and go take a nap. After the nap, I talk to a different guy at reception who changes our bracelets with no problem (and it's a good thing, too, 'cause I was thisclose to putting the smackdown on somebody). And things took a very decided turn for the better.
We stayed here and it was just gorgeous. The rooms were awesome, with in-room jacuzzi, and a private balcony w/ a hammock. And they folded our towels into different shapes everyday. My favorite was the bunny-man (see pics). And all-inclusive is my new best friend. All the food and drinks, including booze, were free. In-room mini-bar, free, in-room liquor dispenser (pics), free, 24-hour room service, free. It was so aweosme. We ordered chocolate cake from room service every night. I loved it.
But I've just realized just how much I've written, and that I have a lot more I want to say, so I'm going to stop here, and finish my story up with my next entry. Always leave 'em wanting more.
We left for Cancun from Oakland at 11:30pm. The flight took about 5 hours, during which I got verey little sleep. And the flight didn't sit too terribly well w/ Peter, either. So we arrive in Mexico, and get in line for Immigration. It's our turn, and we hand in our immigration form. On it we had checked "married," because we were, in fact, married. So the Immigration officer asks for our marriage license. We didn't have it with us. It was on it's way to San Francisco, to be filed with the County Clerk. And it didn't occur to me to bring a copy (not that I'm sure that would have mattered). So we tell him we don't have it. And he tells us again that we need it. And we still don't have it. So the Immigration officer says, "It's been a long day for me, and I'm sure it's been a long day for you, so if you help me out, I'll help you out." So we bribed a Mexican Immigration officer. For $10USD.
So we get to our hotel. And they didn't have our reservations in the computer. Which wasn't as big of a deal as it sounds, because we had all our paperwork, and the receptionist just goes ahead and inputs our reservation. But then she gives us yellow bracelets (it was an all inclusive resort, so everybody wears plastic bracelets all week), but honeymooners are supposed to get pink ones. I tell her we're on our honeymoon, but she tells me that sinc eit's not in the computer, she can't give us the pink bracelets. Unless we have our marriage license.
At this point, I'm upset and exhausted, and don't really feel like arguing, so we just get our room, and go take a nap. After the nap, I talk to a different guy at reception who changes our bracelets with no problem (and it's a good thing, too, 'cause I was thisclose to putting the smackdown on somebody). And things took a very decided turn for the better.
We stayed here and it was just gorgeous. The rooms were awesome, with in-room jacuzzi, and a private balcony w/ a hammock. And they folded our towels into different shapes everyday. My favorite was the bunny-man (see pics). And all-inclusive is my new best friend. All the food and drinks, including booze, were free. In-room mini-bar, free, in-room liquor dispenser (pics), free, 24-hour room service, free. It was so aweosme. We ordered chocolate cake from room service every night. I loved it.
But I've just realized just how much I've written, and that I have a lot more I want to say, so I'm going to stop here, and finish my story up with my next entry. Always leave 'em wanting more.
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Oh and Pirates was great, it brought back so much nostalgia for the ride.