Life aboard Visions of the Sea, a 900 ft+ Royal Caribbean cruise ship sailing the “Love Boat Route” from San Diego California to Puerto Vallarta Mexico, seemed like a week-long fantasy. We went this route twice, the second time on a Carnival ship in 2005, sailing from Long Beach.
Our first of three shore excursions in Mexico was at the Land’s End of Baja California, at the small city of Cabo San Lucas. A power lift dropped me from deck to gangplank level, and with crewmen holding me port & starboard, I stepped gracefully aboard the rocking ship’s tender for the ride to the dock.
I rolled my walker across the dock to the small glass-bottom boat for our 40-minute trip out to the Land’s End where we saw the striking rock formations of Los Aros. We passed a pelican rookery, and a pile of seals resting in the shade of the rocks. We paused near a large sea lion basking on a ledge, and our boat driver yelled at him, “Hey Pedro, wake up!” Pedro rolled over, sat up and posed disdainfully while we took pictures. When the boat turned away, Pedro laid back down to resume his nap.
Cabo San Lucas looked much like any small Southwestern US town, but with major housing construction underway. Giorgio’s Restaurant, where we stopped for a free beverage, was perched on a high point with a magnificent view of the Land’s End rocks, the great curve of yellow beach along the coast in front of the city, and the harbor with our ship anchored in the center. You can see our ship just to the left of Betty, who graciously climbed on the rock so I could get the picture. Behind Giorgio’s were rows of giant vacant-eyed stone monoliths —pastel high-rise condos standing like Easter Island monuments, quiet, empty, and unfinished. (Perhaps it was siesta time…I saw no activity.)
When we arrived the second time at Cabo San Lucas, we rode the tender ashore, and sat a while on a bench on the pier and watched the world go by. It was a beautiful sunny day. Is it part of getting “older” that we enjoy “being” as much as “doing”? Got a great picture of a pelican resting on a small boat right in front of us to keep us company. Two Mexican marines standing at the end of the pier with automatic weapons reminded us of the real world out there.
Cabo San Lucas was exploding — a lot of new buildings and construction. We watched the parasails, sailboats, buzzing jet skis circling, and tenders coming and going to our ship. A great cloud of pelicans and gulls followed a fishing boat returning, obviously after a successful day!