The next day was Cozumel and my birthday and we wanted to see the Mayan Ruins. We were really looking forward to this. We met our excursion group in the theater and waited and waited and waited for our turn to leave the ship. At one point they handed out a generic dramamine. The ship wasn't rocking but they said that the ferry we take to the mainland can be choppy. I put it in my bookbag.
Our group of about 50 people was led off the ship and down the dock with two other excursion groups of 50 each and we waited for our ferry boat. The boat had cushion seats like a charter bus and no outdoor seating. The windows are all closed with no access to open them. All the seats face the same direction in rows. There are about 150 of us plus the Mexican crew. As we are crossing to Plaza del Carmen the weather kicks up - it kicks and punchs and head butts our little ferry boat. One person starts to puke. Then another. Then another. The crew is running up and down the aisles with plastic bags. They are putting garbage cans in the aisles. No one is safe. Everyone is sitting next to or behind or infront of someone who is puking. The sound alone would drive you to uncontrolably gag. It's too late to take the medicine they gave us - best to save it for the way back. This birthday has turned into a barfday.
We arrive at shore. Everyone is pale and blue and embarrassed. No one makes eye contact with anyone else. They then force our group of 50 on to a charter bus and make us wait. The rains come pouring down now. They take us to a reststop for some local Mayan crafts and a bathroom. This takes about an hour and many people buy trinkets (this also looked exactly like places I've been to in other countries - funny how tourist traps all look the same). They also give us our lunches - Subway sandwiches but most people are still too green to eat. We are then driven to the Mayan ruins and given a short tour and then two hours to explore on our own. The rain is pouring down - it's strange since most tropical storms are short - this went on and on with a driving rain. Everyone is soaked to the bone but we must wander in this unsheltered place for two more hours. You can't go near these ruins - they have ropes about 20 feet from each. There is a beach but the rain is really coming down. Some women wore heels - gollashes would have been better! Everyone is drenched and wishing we could go back, but we can't. They keep us to our original schedule.
On the way back - everyone is dreding this ferry ride. A few fathers complain about the lack of safety and we are all assured we will be fine. We are offered another Mayan trinket to purchase while on the bus ride and eventually we are at the dock. We have to wait to get on our ferry, in the pouring rain, lined up on the street. It takes about an hour to get on the ferry - there seems to be a hold up getting boats out.
The crossing back to Cozumel I truly thought was going to be my final resting place. I've watched enough Deadliest Catch to know the captain should drive the boat into the waves, not be tossed entirely side to side like we were. We were pitching 90+ degrees side to side. Everyone had taken their little generic sea sickness tablets before this trip so less puking and more just all out fear. You had to hold on to the seat infront of you. I began to realize this ferry company is the first commercial boat I have ever been on that didn't tell me where the life jackets are (even our little two minute dive boat in Grand Cayman did) or have a safety video/talk. I start looking around and don't see any signs of life jackets or any safety equipment. We can't dock at the port because of the weather and the waves have come up over that dock and even the street by the beach is gone. We have to dock at another dock "where the locals dock" and it is not safe so we are told we all have to go together. We are more than an hour late to get back to the ship. Since 150 of
DCL passengers are on this ferry from hell, DCL knows these excursions are late and are waiting for us. Sis and I have enough and a few other folks take off with us - practically running through town. Still in the pouring rain. We just wanted to get back and we had dinner at Palo in a couple minutes. Even as we are trying to run in the rain the shopkeepers are standing in the way and pulling at us to stop in their shops and buy this or that.
Our excursions were an hour and a half late. The captain announced that dinner would be served for those people on the excursions with early seating (which they missed) and they held the boat that whole time for us.