Here the cabbies speak English and the almighty dollar reigns supreme. To get that real homey feel, hotel and restauraunt rates are almost akin to U.S. rates. However, if one speaks Spanish, cab and bus rates go down dramatically. My ever attractive and street-smart companion, Kirstie, paved the way for us on the Route 13 bus. Isla is a cozy island that has some tourist residue from Cancun but not enough to keep the backpackers away.
Cobblestone streets are alive with street vendors, golf carts, and mopeds.
The town is a backpacker s heaven, with classy little cafes, cheap hotels and a bustling nightlife. Our first night was dampened by the sullen management at the Poc-Na youth hostel. The first grand annoyance were the bunk beds, featuring wafer-thin matresses supported by interlaced twine. The second irritation was the Superbowl Fiasco. Don t remind me that it was a classic game.