May 2nd - Puerto Vallarta continued...

After the canopy tour we ate lunch and had these HUGE margaritas at the restaurant on site. They were sooooo yummy, but man did they pack a punch! No watered down drinks here. We had planned on swimming in the swimming area and river, but decided not to. We went in some monkey cages and iteracted with some adorable little monkeys. After that a bus was leaving so we hightailed it out of there and back to town. We got a taxi outside the tour office. Boy, that was a mistake. It was a young guy and he wanted an astronimcal price. We talked him down to something reasonable, told him we wanted to go to the market area. Well, he took the long way too and from what we could tell it was just a few blocks away minus all the bogus turns he made. He kept yelling out to people that they were gay, or other remarks and then would kiss the cross hanging from his review mirror and cross himself. He was crazy.

We went to the outdoor markets and looked at all the crap and trinkets. We wound up walking a lot and noticed we were getting closer to the beach. We stopped in a Senor Frogs and some other fun shops along the beach access. After that we played on the beach for about an hour. The kids and Chad played in the warm water while I layed out and soaked up the sun. They wound up getting pretty drenched. We decided it was time to start heading back in the direction of the ship, so we just moseyed on down the beach. Eventually the beach ended with buildings in the way so we had to go down roads. We kept walking and walking and walking and walking. I wanted to hail a taxi or bus but oh no, Chad didn't think we needed to spend the $. He was soaked and his legs were rubbing together, was soaked and his legs were rubbing together, magnified by all the sand and salt and you get the picture. Micki was soaked too and miserable. My feet hurt really bad as I had chafing and blisters from wearing my new sandals earlier. We kept walking and walking and walking. Finally Chad relented and said he wanted to snag a bus, but I noticed a Starbucks that I'd seen on our taxi ride earlier and was pretty sure it wasn't far from the ship, so why bother now. We went in, got some yummies and when we headed back out and up the hill we saw our ship not too far away. We did get a lot of exercise, but boy were we chafed and miserable. I'm thinking we walked about 7 - 8 miles.

This evening the main show was a comedy/variety act by a guy named Fred Anderson.