When we arrived in Isla Mujures, I was amazed at the number of tourists. In addition to those staying on the island, it seems that just as many travel over from Cancun on the ferry. I’ve mentioned that we are anchored near what I call the I-95 for tour boats. It’s a day-long, constant parade of all types and sizes.
The catamarans are loaded so full, that they appear to be sinking.
Passengers are swung out on parachute sails, and then drop in the water…oh what fun!
Unfortunately, all of these boats converge on the same areas for snorkeling. We are amused by the daily “mosh pit” of panga boats, that gather in the water behind us.
I’m not kidding, they are on top of each other. We’ve heard that boats feed the fish, keeping them in the area, but I can’t imagine that these poor snorkelers see anything but each others masks!
On the other side of the mangroves, we can see masts of the catamarans, gathered with their herds of passengers.
They too, eventually make it around to the waters behind us.
Anchored within spitting distance of each other, the snorkelers trail in the water like breadcrumbs.
Our favorite images are ones like this. A refugee boat on steroids.
We are thankful to be on our own boat, with the ability to snorkel in areas that aren’t so inundated with life jackets and fins. However, if there is a snorkel trip in our future, Scott is prepared with a list of questions. Before signing up, he’ll want to know how many boats, how far apart and how many aboard!
“Shells Sink, Dreams Float. Life’s Good On Our Boat!”