After our day exploring beautiful and quaint San Jose del Cabo, we decided to venture into the “other” Cabo for a snorkeling tour. Cabo San Lucas is the better known of the two–it’s the one people are usually referring to when they just say “Cabo.” So I knew it would be touristy, and I thought I had prepared myself for that. However the moment we stepped foot off the bus, my first thought was “I hate it here.” It was tourist hell. Vendors everywhere hawking their goods. Trashy underdressed and overly tan tourists were overrunning the place. And nary a hint of traditional Mexican culture in sight. To be fair, we only explored the area right by the marina since we were en route to a snorkeling tour. But the walk around the marina quickly solidified my opinions that this was not my kind of place. Once we found our pier we sat down at a restaurant for a drink and tried to relax a little before our boat took off. That was basically the last nice moment of the day for me, because once we boarded the boat for our four-hour snorkeling tour, I started to get seasick within the first ten minutes of the voyage.
For the next hour I sat as still as possible and started at the horizon. I could barely talk, and I definitely couldn’t move. Poor Matt. His fun adventures are always getting ruined by my wimpy stomach! Several other people were feeling sick as well–the water was so choppy that day! Another girl took pity on me and gave me some motion sickness medicine, but sadly it didn’t do a thing. As everyone else took advantage of the open bar on board, sunned on the deck and photographed all the pretty scenery, myself and about three other girls sat in the back of the boat in pure misery.
Finally we reached our destination where we’d actually be snorkeling, and I have never been so happy. I thought snorkeling might help, or at least being off the boat might help. Wrong! After about five minutes in the water I decided the only thing to do was swim to shore and lay in the sand until it was time for the boat to leave. The other girls who were seasick had the same idea, and at one point all of us were laying in the sand watching our husbands/boyfriends have all the fun without us! On the beach I regained a little life (and a little burn) while Matt proceeded to snorkel, and take some beautiful photos.
I felt slightly better (but by no means healed) by the time we had to re-embark, but the swim back to the boat undid all the good the beach had done for me, and had me dry heaving in the water from swimming in the choppy waves. I scurried back aboard, made myself a bed of towels, and tried my hardest to fall asleep, which mostly worked, minus the time I RAN to the boat’s bathroom holding my mouth. People moved out of my way pretty fast…
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we were back on land. You guys, I almost cried. I don’t think I have ever been so happy to see land in my whole life. Then began the long walk back around the pier to the bus stop, during which we were constantly hassled by vendors with words that made me shudder: “You need a water taxi?” I am pretty sure I gagged at the thought. One guy said to me as I walked by “Where’s your tan?” To which I angrily snapped “This IS tan for me!” I was probably more upset about that than I should have been, seeing as I was trying not to yack on my shoes.
Finally we found a Starbucks where we holed up for a while to soak up some cold drinks, air conditioning and bread, after which I felt like a whole new person. The whole rest of the day I didn’t feel 100%, but at least by morning I could tolerate looking at the ocean again!
Do you get seasick? If so, do you know any tricks to help it? I love boats! This cannot become a pattern for me! Please share tips below if you’ve got some!