San Jose del Cabo - jet lag cure

Well, here we are, in Time Share Land !  No sooner had we negotiated our way out of the heaving mass of people in the immigration hall than we were accosted by time-share salesmen.  Gee they were clever!  We thought they were from our pre-booked airport transfer firm, and before we knew it they had taken us to one side, offered us free day trips, refreshments, taxi rides and a good price on time shares at the resort we were already staying at!  We had been warned but had left our guard down for just a split second.  Anyway, we cottoned on to what was happening and managed to escape their greedy claws, passed through doors to another section of the airport, only to be accosted by a second tier of time-share touts!  We ploughed through them, passed the taxi touts until at long last we reached the outside to face a sea of transport reps holding up their name plaquards.  We located our man - phew!  What a relief!

Soon we were whisked off in air conditioned comfort - just half an hour's drive through barren hills to the sea where the coastline is just one resort after another.  Mind, we are not surprised by that.  We knew what we were getting.  But it's all VERY new.  Even the cars and roads.  And the resort we chose is far more luxurious than we expected.  We chose it, mainly because it is close to an old town, so we would get a touch of local culture at some stage.

This view was actually taken from a boat trip we did out of Cabo San Lucas, half an hour along the coast from our hotel - but it's all just about the same.

This is taken from the balcony outside our back door, looking over the car park, across a dual carriage way to a massive cemetery.  Beyond that are time-shares, and just over that hill is the old town waiting for us just a short taxi ride away.

Meanwhile, we just let the heat and humidity overwhelm us.  It took us two or three days to properly relax by the pool, sliding in and out of the luke warm water, summoning refreshments as needed.  But we managed it.  I kept pointing out to Alan that this was the only week of our holiday we would be forced to endure 5 star resort living so just lay back and enjoy it.  It's not been too difficult!

This is the view from our room - down to a child-free zone.  Great. 

Never thought I'd get Alan to enjoy relaxing by the pool, but being able to summon refreshments from the bar won him over.  The waiters even offered us pillows and leg supports!  Our every whim catered for!

No 'oh' zones.  The water is tepid!  We're right on the beach, but the currents are unsafe, so it remains deserted under a scorching sun all day.