We'd been conned on arrival at the airport into signing up for a cheap trip out to the Isla Mujeres, the catch was of course a hard-sell for a timeshare. Well we survived the waterboarding at the Vidanta Riviera Maya without signing our lives away, and they reluctantly handed over our cut-price tickets. Worth it? Hmmm, almost.
We'd been promised a lift back to our hotel, but we persuaded the driver to take us on to Playa del Carmen. Lunch in a bar - far enough off of 5th Avenue (Calle Quinta Avenida) - was great, but apart from that too much hustling for my liking - "Hey I'm the waiter from the hotel restaurant; come into my mother's shop."