We made our way off the ship. No problem. We are golden! We walk down the pier. There are big signs saying Do Not Cross the Red Line. Oh yeah. We crossed it. Lawbreakers.
We got in line to board a bus that would take us to Progresso. We learned that this pier is 4.5 miles long. You are required to take a bus but luckily it is provided for you at no charge.
We were dropped off in Progresso and we immediately boarded the double decker "bus" that would take us on a tour of the city. We climbed to the top and found some seats near the front.
|Do you see that dot? Wayyyyy out there? That is our ship at the end of the pier.|
|See it better now?|
|They aren't lying. Those electrical wires will take a head clean off. They are LOW!|
|They said this is a working lighthouse.|
|This was a nice park area in the middle of town.|
|Church. Can you imagine?|
|This was a school.|
|This guy cracked me up. What is he looking for? I am sure he won't find it in there.|
Back on board we had some lunch and then found that the Promenade Deck was totally vacant. It was wonderful. We staked out a really nice spot and I ran back to the stateroom to get our games. We had a great time there all by ourselves. As some other guests started to trickle in, we declared that the deck was off limits to everyone but ourselves. That caused a little confusion at first but then they played along as well. Pretending to be security in order to keep others out. Yeah, we are total children.
Later, as it started to get crowded, we gathered our things and headed back to the room for a little nap. We slept for 5 or 6 hours and then freshened up for the Midnight Mexican Buffet on the Lido Deck. Merriment ensued. We had a few drinks and some Mexican food. There was a live band and there was line dancing lessons. The conga line had almost 200 people snaking around the pool. BONUS! We had our picture taken in a huge sombrero. We did not buy these, but I just wanted you to know...it happened. Oh yes! It did!
We drifted off to sleep around 2:00 am with thoughts of Cozumel and the promise of an Open Bar at our excursion dancing through our heads.