We had a “guide” (I’m using the term loosely here) who just stayed in a single spot screaming his own name over and over again. ALEX! ALEX! ALEX! Then screamed blue murder if you even dared to swim 2cm away from the throng of uncoordinated people. I can’t even count the number of times I got whacked in the face or the side; it was not fun.
Snorkelling on Isla Cozumel — the Good, the Bad, the Ugly and the Just Plain Silly!
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