Wellll….okay, this port, technically, IS Cozumel, but it is not really the city. It a little village manufactured for cruise ships – bars, restaurants, and retail (overwhelmingly jewelry). Jan couldn’t find a way to get out onto the street to see the “real” place, as every exit from the port to the outside world said “Taxis only” or “Excursions only.” Mike went on a diving trip, and had to argue with (and then ignore) a security guard to exit the port area through a “taxi exit.” It was very “Twilight Zone.”
Interestingly, we normally go through security when we are boarding the ship again so that they can ensure nothing illegal is being brought on board. But as we entered the port area of Cozumel, for the first time ever, there was a dog checking out every single passenger headed into the country, most likely for fruits, vegetables, and plants, as insects on them can decimate a country’s crops. We had to wait in line so that everyone entered in single file. It was a unique experience. Anyway, these photos show our time in Cozumel. The first photo shows the three – yes, three – monster ships in port on the same day, two Royal Caribbean and one Carnival. This means that somewhere around 10,000 people were entering Cozumel just from cruise ships!
All sorts of things were for sale, as you will see. We loved the varying prices on Mexican blankets. Forty years ago, when Jan first moved to California, she and a group of friends took a trip to Tijuana. They walked over the land bridge, and at the first booth, Jan looked through the Mexican blankets to see the various colors. The shopkeeper approached and told her they were $10. It sounded reasonable, but Jan told him she had just arrived and wanted to see what other places had. She turned to walk away, and he said, “Okay, $8.” Jan was embarrassed that he thought she was bargaining with him, and she apologized and said, “Oh, no, no, I wasn’t looking to get it cheaper; I just want to look around.” As she turned again, he said, “$6.” Once again, she tried to explain that she wanted to look around, horrified that he thought she was being cheap. As she left, he yelled after her, “$3!” She turned around, sighed, and said, “Okay, I’ll take the red one.” As you will see in the photos, the price for the Mexican blanket hasn’t changed much in 40 years!