Sunday, October 2, 2011

Celestun: a touch of pink dreams - part 2

BUTT PINK FLAMINGO (continued, p.2) We have a lot of time spent next to a large flock of flamingos, but I still was disappointed that we could not stay there longer. I would be happy to stay still and watch the birds and make a few more shots, but our turlider decided it was time to move on. I was glad to see the birds take to the air when we sailed. Some part of the flock suddenly took off, it seemed as if they run across the water before take-off, straightening the wings, which span one and a half meters. Running on the waves flamingo boat turned and we were quickly removed from the pack. I noticed a few flamingos in the air, directly over our heads, and a small flock of white pelicans on the beach. Suddenly, we gained speed and suddenly turned into the channel, which was located between the roots of mangrove trees. At a speed boat to zigzag on the mangrove swamp, among the long roots of trees that went down into the water, we suddenly drowned out the engine and began to move more slowly. I noticed a large termite, who was sitting on a branch. The passengers gazed around in search of crocodiles, because tourists one of the groups, which moved ahead of us, they've already seen. We continued to move forward. Trees created here hurdle tunnels along which moved the boat. The sun barely penetrated the interlacing branches, and light zmeilsya on the waves, who reserve our boat. In the end, we reached the pier, where the swamp was laid wooden flooring. Board also lie around the pool with fresh water, which could swim. On the voyage we had no time, moreover, water is likely to be very cold, but we liked to walk there. The water was unbelievably clear and blue, and you could see many fish, which floated everywhere. We walked around and went back to the boat. Soon we were sailing back to shore, enjoying the tranquil views of the lake and a pink spot, stretches along the horizon on which we could say that the flamingo still continued their leisurely meal. Mangroves We got into a car and drove into town where we were fed lunch. We were led into a regular restaurant, the only merit of which was that he was on the beach, long tables were standing right on the sand. I was a little shocked that we were offered seafood and grilled fish. - I'm a vegetarian - I said at the hotel when you order this trip. - No problem, no problem. You are served some vegetables, lettuce, tomato ... well? I thanked the guide and still others enjoyed the seafood they brought me a plate of salad. Then they brought the fish. I asked, where is my food, the guide was a bit puzzled and said that I just brought it. I said that I warned that I'm a vegetarian, when you order the trip and lunch is included in the price but it seemed to me, something I never saw a lettuce and tomato! I responded that, yes, lunch is included. Lunch - a fish, fresh local fish, which can be prepared as a client wish, and if you want, I'll bring it to you. If you do not want to fish, then nothing I can not help you. " Fishing boats boiling with indignation, and decided to write a very negative feedback about the tour, which is possible, I reluctantly agreed to accept a second helping of salad, and then went to the beach. The beach was nice. It was warm, and I am not without interest considered fishing boat. In one of the boats was obviously a catch, because the birds circling over the heads of the fishermen, and the waves rocked the boat next to the brown pelican. It was hoped that in the contemplation of pelicans I can forget about an empty stomach. I stood on the beach, taking pictures, listening to shrill cries of the birds and the soft rustle of the waves that licked their side of the boat. We briefly sat at a table under an umbrella, but the wind was so strong that umbrella tossed from side to side. Also, I noticed a skinny boy who came from a nearby hotel, and carefully watched over us. Apparently, this table was reserved for guests, and we still would have asked him to release soon. We found a strip of warm sand and sat on it waiting for the administration of the boat. Brown pelicans returning to Merida, we asked where you can buy bus tickets. We were told that they can be bought on the other side of the square. This saved us a little time. We also bought a phone card and call their relatives directly from the streets of Merida. Then we sat on the square and watched the performance of street actors. Behind us a group of drummers gave out fiery rhythms. We sat and watched the stars until then, until it became cool, and we do not have to go back to the hotel. Start material:

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