mayaflya
17th April 2007, 07:29 PM
I'm ready for a little lunch, but I don't want to do the whole sit down dining routine by myself, however. Luckily, they have a grill going on the beach side of the pool...they'll cook you hamburgers, chicken, steak or fish to order, and there's an iced down mini buffet with condiments and sides out there as well. I put in a request for some grilled grouper and then filled a plate with suitable accompaniments. I took the plate back to the beach and ate my lunch while the wife slept. Drink service is pretty good at the beach, with a server making rounds to deliver whatever you want from the bar. If you are in a real hurry, you can go get it at the pool bar yourself. It's easy to like the all-inclusive concept...one long party, no tab at the end (of course, you pay at the beginning!) I read a little, napped a little...but the wife's still out. She finally wakes up about 2pm...I show her where the grill is, and she gets some lunch herself. She admits she's having a pretty good birthday... she adds... "in my birthday suit."
We take turns the rest of the afternoon, hanging on the beach, getting drinks, napping, reading, etc. The wife wants to take some pics, so I "smuggle" the camera down to the beach in a beach bag. I was a little paranoid about the no-photo policy....I understand it completely...I would not want someone taking MY picture, even inadvertently, and posting it on the web. But the policy was really cramping my style. There were so many things I wanted to capture (I had taken some shots from our patio, early that morning, when no one was around), but I didn't want to get thrown out of "paradise" either. (Garden of Eden metaphor is entirely appropriate here). You wonder where all the pics on the web come from....I'm guessing the policy may get winked at....but all I had with me was my honking big black digital Canon, and my wide angle lens (that works so great at capturing the expanse of the Mayan Riviera) is huge....to a casual observer it looks like a high power telephoto lens. Waving that combo around was just asking for trouble....I didn't want to dampen The wife's enthusiasm, however, so I brought her the camera...suggested she be discreet....and got lost....(OK, I'm chicken...but I figured she'd look a lot less suspect taking pictures than I would!) So..... the beach shots in the report...those are all hers...I swear, officer!
One of the things I had seen on the little resort map we got at check-in, but hadn't located on my midnight ramble was the HBR gift shop. The place where it was shown on the map, had an "Exotic Travel" office in it. I had an interest in acquiring some HBR logo souvenirs (not that I knew where I could ever display them) so I decided to ask at reception where the shop actually was. I also wanted to check the KU Jayhawk's basketball situation (I know...they lost) on the office computer.
As proper nudist etiquette requires one to sit on a towel when using public furniture, I brought one with me to reception, so I could sit at the computer to check the score. Having accomplished the basketball check-in, I asked the really attractive young lady at the concierge desk about the gift shop’s location. She informed me that the HBR merchandise was now at the EDSS gift shop. I sighed and said, "I guess I'll have to go get dressed to go over there". She replied with a smile, "Oh no, you can wear your towel!". I thought, why not? I wrapped it around me, and asked for more precise directions. She said, "Come with me, I'll show you!" As we are walking out of reception and towards the gate, she starts talking about how nice the weather is, I agree and mention that we've enjoyed it all week and had been making good progress on our tans. She starts joking with me, and pulls open her shirt to show me how she needs to find a good nude resort so that her "tan" wouldn't be so uneven (she's hispanic, of course). I have now officially added towels to my list of necessities at a nude resort .... vegetables aren't fast enough to save you when you don't see it coming.
It was cool to go shopping in the textile world wearing only a towel. It dawned on me, however, that I didn't have any money on me (duh). I found out I COULD do a room charge...but, I decided I'd send the wife back to finish the shopping...
Dinner that night was not a group affair, you could go anytime you wanted and order off the menu. We showered, cleaned up, and ate poolside about 8pm. The wife was the least hungry, as she had eaten a later lunch, so she had an appetizer and salad. I had a very good tenderloin....the only beef I ate the whole trip. While we were eating, the evening entertainment started, just across the pool from our table, we had front row seats! It was a troupe of elaborately costumed mayan dancers and drummers that performed several dances. Great stuff.
Again, we didn't feel a need for any partying, so we turned in about ten. I slept in that night....only woke up at 3am....wasn't so long to wait for coffee....and The wife woke earlier as well. We packed suitcases from 6am till 7am, having laid out our travel clothes....then at 7am we both went to breakfast nude...Angel and Jesus again took care of us very well, we returned to the room, and...sadly...dressed.
I was not looking forward to this at all....I desperately wanted to do something to hold on to the "freedom" we had been feeling, not only at HBR, but all week. So I put the "tighty whiteys" back in the suitcase and pulled out...the thong. Oh, yes....the spirit lives!!...
Checkout was smooth, we settled the spa charge ($160 plus tip for the massage) and we were back on the 307. We made good time back to Cancun, but we're cutting the 3 hour check-in time pretty close. Nearing the airport turn off, my dear wife asks me, "You know, that thong you're wearing, isn't that ring on it made of metal?". I reply, "Yes....it is." "Well, isn't that going to set off the metal detector?" …Silence. The spirit gets a little less perky. "I'll think of something..." I said confidently?
Long story short, the Avis office restroom became an impromptu changing room. There probably wasn't enough metal there to make a difference....but you couldn't know...
The end
We take turns the rest of the afternoon, hanging on the beach, getting drinks, napping, reading, etc. The wife wants to take some pics, so I "smuggle" the camera down to the beach in a beach bag. I was a little paranoid about the no-photo policy....I understand it completely...I would not want someone taking MY picture, even inadvertently, and posting it on the web. But the policy was really cramping my style. There were so many things I wanted to capture (I had taken some shots from our patio, early that morning, when no one was around), but I didn't want to get thrown out of "paradise" either. (Garden of Eden metaphor is entirely appropriate here). You wonder where all the pics on the web come from....I'm guessing the policy may get winked at....but all I had with me was my honking big black digital Canon, and my wide angle lens (that works so great at capturing the expanse of the Mayan Riviera) is huge....to a casual observer it looks like a high power telephoto lens. Waving that combo around was just asking for trouble....I didn't want to dampen The wife's enthusiasm, however, so I brought her the camera...suggested she be discreet....and got lost....(OK, I'm chicken...but I figured she'd look a lot less suspect taking pictures than I would!) So..... the beach shots in the report...those are all hers...I swear, officer!
One of the things I had seen on the little resort map we got at check-in, but hadn't located on my midnight ramble was the HBR gift shop. The place where it was shown on the map, had an "Exotic Travel" office in it. I had an interest in acquiring some HBR logo souvenirs (not that I knew where I could ever display them) so I decided to ask at reception where the shop actually was. I also wanted to check the KU Jayhawk's basketball situation (I know...they lost) on the office computer.
As proper nudist etiquette requires one to sit on a towel when using public furniture, I brought one with me to reception, so I could sit at the computer to check the score. Having accomplished the basketball check-in, I asked the really attractive young lady at the concierge desk about the gift shop’s location. She informed me that the HBR merchandise was now at the EDSS gift shop. I sighed and said, "I guess I'll have to go get dressed to go over there". She replied with a smile, "Oh no, you can wear your towel!". I thought, why not? I wrapped it around me, and asked for more precise directions. She said, "Come with me, I'll show you!" As we are walking out of reception and towards the gate, she starts talking about how nice the weather is, I agree and mention that we've enjoyed it all week and had been making good progress on our tans. She starts joking with me, and pulls open her shirt to show me how she needs to find a good nude resort so that her "tan" wouldn't be so uneven (she's hispanic, of course). I have now officially added towels to my list of necessities at a nude resort .... vegetables aren't fast enough to save you when you don't see it coming.
It was cool to go shopping in the textile world wearing only a towel. It dawned on me, however, that I didn't have any money on me (duh). I found out I COULD do a room charge...but, I decided I'd send the wife back to finish the shopping...
Dinner that night was not a group affair, you could go anytime you wanted and order off the menu. We showered, cleaned up, and ate poolside about 8pm. The wife was the least hungry, as she had eaten a later lunch, so she had an appetizer and salad. I had a very good tenderloin....the only beef I ate the whole trip. While we were eating, the evening entertainment started, just across the pool from our table, we had front row seats! It was a troupe of elaborately costumed mayan dancers and drummers that performed several dances. Great stuff.
Again, we didn't feel a need for any partying, so we turned in about ten. I slept in that night....only woke up at 3am....wasn't so long to wait for coffee....and The wife woke earlier as well. We packed suitcases from 6am till 7am, having laid out our travel clothes....then at 7am we both went to breakfast nude...Angel and Jesus again took care of us very well, we returned to the room, and...sadly...dressed.
I was not looking forward to this at all....I desperately wanted to do something to hold on to the "freedom" we had been feeling, not only at HBR, but all week. So I put the "tighty whiteys" back in the suitcase and pulled out...the thong. Oh, yes....the spirit lives!!...
Checkout was smooth, we settled the spa charge ($160 plus tip for the massage) and we were back on the 307. We made good time back to Cancun, but we're cutting the 3 hour check-in time pretty close. Nearing the airport turn off, my dear wife asks me, "You know, that thong you're wearing, isn't that ring on it made of metal?". I reply, "Yes....it is." "Well, isn't that going to set off the metal detector?" …Silence. The spirit gets a little less perky. "I'll think of something..." I said confidently?
Long story short, the Avis office restroom became an impromptu changing room. There probably wasn't enough metal there to make a difference....but you couldn't know...
The end