Blue Wadda!

I need a little tranquility from the blue waters of my favorite island. I can't get there, so thought I'd post a few photos. Sorry if there may be some repeats in here, but I did tweak them a little!

A Fresh Paint Job!

I splashed a little bit of fresh paint around Isla last weekend!

The Original Cool!

You gotta have Sol!

Love the new Club Pescador colors!

Brightened up the Mango a bit!

The Batik Factory got a fresh makeover.

Tweety and Friends have a different hue.

The land revolutionaries got a little edgier!

Boats Afloat

I love the boats on Isla -- especially the ferry boat that takes me there! All the boats are beautiful with the turquoise blue Caribe as a backdrop. But without all the rustic pangas, Isla Mujeres wouldn't be the same! Picture all the water and docks along Rueda Medina lined with sleek modern speed and sailboats. The island's ambience would definitely be altered. Here are some of my all time favorite boat pics.

The restaurant at Bally Hoo is my favorite place to watch the boats on Isla come and go. Not to mention I love their fish and chips!

I like to walk straight out Medina along the airstrip on the bayside. Lots of sailboats drop anchor there in the bay, and rustic pangas also dot the shoreline in that area. It's a great area to take photos!

And then there are the multitude of boats in town all up and down Medina along the docks.

Love this sailboat. It was on Isla one May for a regatta.


And the pirate boat!




Never ridden the car ferry, but I love photos of it passing in front of the Posada beach.




And then there are the ferries. I love the Ultramar, but I can't hack being cooped up inside the old Puerto Juarez ferry.

I call this ramshackle conglomeration of boats at Gran Puerto the graveyard. I snap pictures of the graveyard when I'm headed to the airport. You know the fun's over when you see the damn graveyard! :(

Isla All By Myself -- Well Almost!

I found these photos from October/November 2004 the other day. That trip to Isla was really special because it was my first trip to Isla by myself. Actually, it was the first trip out of the country I'd taken by myself. Right after I booked it, I woke up the next morning with one of those "what the hell have I done" feelings, but I quickly got over that. And actually, Craig decided he was able to come and spend a week out of the three weeks I was there, so I wasn't totally alone. It's a trip I remember fondly because the island was still relatively 'new' to me despite a couple of previous trips. I arrived solo with a bum knee, having had surgery on it six weeks prior. The trip was booked before I knew I needed knee surgery, so the sand vacation probably wasn't the brightest move. I did end up having to do two more months of physical therapy after I got back home, but the trip was worth all the ice packs and hobbling around.

Arrival!

I spent the first ten days of the trip at Color de Verano in Apartment 2 on the third floor. Craig arrived four days after me for a week's stay. At the time Verano had great views of the bay and no construction noise whatsoever. Since it was the lowest of low season, we rarely even heard a peep from JAX next door. I spent a lot of time out on the balcony watching the island go by, and Craig saw some highly unusual things over the wall in the lot across the street where the big condominium project is now being built. Some love trysts in cars and buses, and even a local who conducted his daily morning constitutional on the lot. Gross! The photo below was the view out over the bay from the balcony!

The lighthouse was just in back of our apartment, but with the door to the bathroom shut, the light was blocked. And there was no karaoke at the lighthouse bar then. The apartment was totally decked out with beautiful wood built-in furnishings, cable television, full kitchen, DVD and CD players, etc....

I took advantage of the free bikes at Verano and rode all over the island. The first morning I got up really early and started out on the bike. Out past the Navy base in the colonia at that time, there was a short stretch of road that was undeveloped and overgrown with vegetation. I was thinking it was kind of spooky out there alone when along came a motorcycle with two guys. The guy on the back had a large machete. I almost wet my pants on that one! After a week of struggling to pedal that bike all around the island, a new friend pointed out that the back tire was flat. Once I aired it up at the Pemex, biking wasn't nearly the struggle it had been!

Here's the view down the street from Verano. Notice how quiet it was at that time. There was a middle-aged man with a wolf whistle motorcycle horn who would greet me early every morning as I took off on the bike. He must have been driving up and down waiting for me. I called him (and a few others) the Horny Bachelor.

The cemetery was just down the street. I've never figured out the symbolism of the angel hands. Are they pointing to heaven with one and telling us to be quiet with the other (so as not to disturb the lucky residents up there)? Maybe a good Catholic can fill me in. We didn't have those angels in the cemetery in Oswego, Kansas!

My favorite spot on the beach back then was right behind the lifeguard palapa in front of Maria del Mar. It was still there in spring 2006, but I think it's now washed away?

After nine wonderful nights at Color de Verano, it was time to move since they supposedly had another booking. Strangely enough, the booking never showed up, but I spent the next three nights at Maria del Mar in the Castle rooms. We were in a room on the top floor which was a real struggle with my knee. Here's the view from our balcony.

The Stripe's back then spent their days around the beach in front of Maria del Mar. I wish someone could tell me what kind of mix these dogs are! The beaches at that time had a lot of sand. And it looks like the beach also had a lot of seaweed that wasn't being cleaned up. Maybe it's low season attitude or something! This is the beach by the Avalon lagoon in 2004. It also still had a lot of sand.

The Caribbean Queen beach was big and wide in 2004, just as it is now. But if I remember right, the area at Sergio's was starting to suffer from erosion then. I remember being in the Playa del Sol palapa bar at night with the waves lapping not far from the edge. And Jorge was tending bar then! He made great drinks!

After a few nights at Maria, Craig returned home and I was able to move to Media Luna for the rest of my stay. Here are some Media Luna photos from 2004! It's such a beautiful setting. If I was going to stay in town at a hotel, it would still be my first choice.



I spent a lot of hammock time on that trip. The pool at Media Luna was a great meeting place. I met some wonderful women from Canada who I still see on almost every trip. They loved Isla so much, they bought a condo! I met a lot of new friends, including a pal who's become a really good friend. I truly think you meet more people when you're all by your lonesome.


This is the sand path to the Caribe side over by Poc Na. I guess it still looks the same unless it's now blocked by the construction. I didn't notice in May whether the beach access had been shut off. I met this little guy with his coconut marked sandbox and he asked me to take his picture. I think his name was Carlos. I wonder what he's up to now! And I'm not sure if this little fountain by the old Perla Caribe is still there since they redid the malecon? It had a lot of charm!



The Hotel Garrafon dock on that trip was in fairly sad shape, but still basically intact. I think Ivan or a tropical storm had hit the island earlier that season and ripped out the new malecon, etc...

A Garrafon view from fall 2004.

Boats on the waterfront.

Does anyone remember this guy? He'd offer to take your picture for 50 pesos. I didn't need a picture, but I did take his. And maybe he wasn't very pleased about that?

I returned home the Tuesday before Thanksgiving in kind of a daze. In some ways, I felt like I'd stayed too long at the party. In other ways, I felt like I never wanted to leave Isla. The trip was quite a learning experience. It was the first time I'd stayed away that long on vacation, much less by myself in a foreign country! What did I learn? Self-reliance? A bit of confidence? I'm not totally sure, but I'm sure it stretched my brain in ways I'll never realize! :)