Beep! Beep! Honking in Cancun...

Near Plaza Las Americas in Cancun

Jen, and I ride our bicycles almost everywhere here. Though guidebooks often warn tourists not to ride bikes and scooters, I often marvel at the decency of the average Mexican driver. Their reputation seemed undeserved.
Compared to drivers in Toronto (where any infraction seems to merit a nasty honk and a cyclist friend once took to carrying a tennis ball on a string for self-preservation) and Los Angeles (where many drivers seem to think that self-preservation entails carrying a gun), for example, we have found Mexican drivers to be generally friendly, courteous, and patient. Perhaps it's the warm air & nearly constant sunshine. "Why hurry when you're already in paradise," I've remarked more than once.

Anyway, today, as we were riding home from brunch at the Dubai Palace Casino (which we usually access by riding the wrong way down a one-way street, with nary a beep from passing cars), I pulled up alongside Jen and said, "It really is amazing how rarely people honk at us here. It's like one honk per hour of driving!"

Of course, as if on cue, I was immediately honked at by a passing taxi...

Kind of a funny story, though, to be fair, it was a 2-beeper: "That's a friendly honk," I said, "not a 'Get out of my way, you @#$%!' honk."

Oh well, we'll be home soon enough (for Xmas), where I'm sure we'll get enough honks to last us well into the new year!