Sunday, January 01, 2006
Xmas at an Alcolholstel
No yard ornaments, no tree and no presents, last week Cindy and I ignored the holiday season and booked a stay at an all-inclusive resort in Cancun. We had originally planed to spend a week in Playa Del Carmen at an inexpensive hotel but with the devastation caused by Hurricane Wilma and the closure of so many hotels resulted in Air Tran canceling all service to the area. Just a week ago I found a three-night package with a charter carrier.
For most of my life I have looked down upon those who traveled to other nations only to escape to resort hotels where they were fed, pampered and guarded from any contact with the local culture. I thought I would never be reduced to laying out by the pool along side so many sunburnt bourgeois vacationers sipping upon fruit flavored cocktails while ordering about whatever staff is within earshot.
The first indication that this trip was different was when our plane appeared on the tarmac bearing the logo of a restaurant noted for the risqué apparel of its female employees. It seems that Pace Airlines the charter carrier of this flight operates Hooters Air and uses the distinctively marked aircraft for their flights. The gate attendant sadly told me that there would be no Hooter’s girls on the flight. During the flight the crew did not once mention Hooters Air but referred only to Pace airlines. But the safety instructions found in the forward seat pocket did feature a healthy young lass in a Hooter’s uniform (with the addition of a pilots cap) saluting those seeking the nearest emergency exits and the proper use of flotation devices.
Posted by Tom Zarrilli/Cindy Zarrilli at 2:36 PM