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BILL and SUE-ON HILLMAN: A 50-YEAR MUSICAL ODYSSEY
HILLMAN TRAVEL ADVENTURES



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We're still compiling our photos of Mexico but we have some interesting memories of our visits.

Our first visit to Mexico was in the '60s, not long after our 1966 marriage. We had completed a summer tour of Western Canada which we followed by travelling many miles in the US - a trip that became an annual event before my return to the classroom. I had bought a tall Navajo straw hat in Arizona before travelling on to Southern California and the Mexican border. My hair was long in keeping with the style of the '60s and when we attempted to cross into Tijuana the border guards looked disapprovingly on my Navajo hat and long hair and refused us entry. Obviously, the very tame, moral and "strait-laced" Tijuana wasn't ready for two rowdy Canucks. 

In future trips we had better luck visiting Mexico border towns from Arizona and Texas. On one trip we brought back a stuffed iguana which now sits on one of our Altec monitors. But we ran afowl of the border guards on another visit when we attempted to bring back tiny bottles of Tequila as souvenirs for our friends back home. Apparently the US had laws against importing such small bottles of liquor. We were allowed, however, to dump the contents of the bottles and import the empty vessels. Since we were allowed to import a large bottle of Tequila we were able to refill the little ones with it after passing across the border. 

During a another long road trip in 1978 we walked along Laredo bridge over the Rio Grande -- pushing a baby buggy with our 6-month-old Ja-On.  We strolled through the border town markets and bartered for a few clothes and souvenirs. As we had done in the past, we tried to bamboozle the Mexican hawkers. When our first offers were declined Sue-On would carry on a conversation with me in Chinese. I would pretend to understand and shake my head, make obscure hand signals and point to rival sellers. Kinda fun and it usually helped the bartering process by bewildering the locals. 

While shopping in the market we were followed by a kid who was trying to sell his baby sister to us -- one baby was enough so we declined the offer.

On our return across the bridge we thought we saw Ja becoming flushed and were afraid that the hot Mexican sun had started a sunburn on the little guy. We panicked a bit and I started to run across the long bridge back to the shade of the Customs office. We raised the suspicions of onlookers and officials who looked in amazement at a white guy racing across the border while pushing a baby carriage . . . and chasing him, some distance behind, a worried looking Asian woman shouting directions. 

It took another 30 years to finally gain entry into Tijuana -- that pillar of virtue. We finally made it across in the '90s -- this time with our three kids in tow as cover. Our day trip was rewarding and we returned to the US side with some interesting purchases -- including leather jackets, coats, vests, etc.

In more recent times we have given no thought to visiting the border towns -- too many stories of drug gangs, vice, robberies and kidnappings. We did, however, opt for low cost all-inclusive flight and two week stay at Cancun via West-Jet -- a real fun-experience and a real bargain. During our early years when we travelled on very low budgets, we had tried a few time-share offers and had taken advantage of many free tours, meals, shows, etc. without ever making an investment. We agreed that those days were behind us. But we were a bit fooled at the Cancun airport, when upon landing, a uniformed officer directed us to an official looking booth. 

By the time we left the airport for our hotel we had agreed to attend a sales breakfast which in return offered free banquets, facilities of a major beach hotel for a day, a ferry tour to nearby Mujeres island, bus trip to the Chichen Itza pyramids, boat tours, snorkelling, and free transportation. We cut the breakfast sales talk short by saying that I had cancer and this could be one of our final visits to another country. The sympathetic sales gal lost interest in a hurry. We had the rest of the day to explore the strip with its thousands of tourists, countless luxury hotels, malls, shops and bars - including Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville. 

Our West-Jet hotel was some distance from the main strip which resembled Las Vegas without the lights and with marvelous beaches. Our hotel, closer to the old town, was a former gay retreat, but fully renovated with all-inclusive attractions: buffets, bar, pools, beach, fine-dining restaurant, water park and a theatre that put on a different musical each night. Shopping visits to the nearby old town were interesting -- a mix of old markets and modern malls. All in all, the trip was a great experience -- quite a change from the grubby and dangerous border towns.


13 Galleries with Hundreds of Photos

CANCUN CONTENTS

CONTENTS
1. BLUE BAY I
2. BLUE BAY II
3. STRIP
4. PYRAMIDS I
5. PYRAMIDS II
6. PYRAMIDS III
7. ISLAND I
8. ISLAND II
9. TULUM I
10. TULUM II
11. TULUM III
12. TULUM IV
13. BLUE BAY III
14. OUTTAKES
TRAVEL



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