I failed to point out in part 1 the skill of Mexican Airport Marketers. And by skill, I mean ability to flat out lie. Upon arriving at the airport, we knew exactly what to do – head straight out the exit and wave down a taxi. This was our 3rd time in Cabo and we were no strangers to vocal grip of the concierge. And still, as we were headed out through 1 of 2 possible exits, they got us.
“Excuse me, where are you staying?” A man in a bright orange shirt tries to halt us before I can make a break for the door.
“I know where to go, thanks,” I proclaim. This was half true. I wasn’t 100% sure where to go, but I was 90% sure that if I listened to this guy, I would be sucked into a timeshare presentation.
“You’re going the wrong way.”
I stop, look back, and see Kyreen standing in front of him.
“See? You’re going towards ‘residents’,” he continues. “You need to go the other way. Where are you staying?”
“Cabo Azul,” she blurts. It doesn’t matter where we’re staying. On one exit, a sign reads “residents”. On the other, “groups”. Now, we’re in a group, but not on a tour. We’re not residents, but we are flying in technically as individuals. But that doesn’t matter. The man had us and we were walking toward the counter.
The guy behind the counter was a fast, smooth talking guy with a stocky build. Sub in a Brooklyn/Filipino accent and he’d easily be my uncle Rene. He talks fast so and grabs our attention with promises of free transportation and fun excursions. We bite. Dammit, we bite.
We eventually walked right out of the doors I was headed towards in the first place. “Residents”. Yeah, right. We hop into our now “free” taxi ride to our resort, awaiting our first excursion of our adventure – a timeshare presentation in the morning. Yay me.
On the upside, we got 2 bottles of tequila, a free ride, and a free zip-lining adventure for 4. All for the price of 3 hours, countless “no’s”, and a little bit of my dignity. Win.