A tale of disaster narrowly averted...
I arrived on Cozumel on May 8 for 12 days of diving, fishing, and general laying around, with my wife and my mom in tow and muchas equipje. We took the shuttle from the airport, and on arrival at Lorena, bags began moving toward our rooms before all our stuff was off the shuttle (belated red flag). I soon started "moving in" to the room, and when I got to the point where I needed something from my carry-on, the bag was missing. It wasn't in my mom's room either, where some of my stuff had ended up. My name was on the bag, but the name of my hotel wasn't (next time...). I reached the rational decision that it was time to panic.
Of course, the stuff in my carry-on was what I could least afford to lose - both (mine and my wife's) dive computers, both regs, my mask AND its backup (positive diopter Rx, no off-the-shelf option), portable CD player with about 80 CD's, my eyeglasses and backup pair, Traveler's checks, return plane tix, tourist cards... It's been a long time since I have f**ked up in such spectacular and devastating style.
Many calls to the airport from the lobby (in rapid Spanish by the hotel desk guy) yielded nada, so I caught a cab to the airport, and after nearly half an hour of frantically running around talking to people who knew nothing and couldn't help me, a guy approached me out under the awning and asked, "Do you remember me, señor?" It was the shuttle driver who had taken us to Lorena. He walked me around to the back of his van and opened the door, and there was my bag! He stood and smiled while I jumped around and yelled; then he said "Let's go" and he took me back to the hotel. I'm not sure how much I gave him; I just pulled a sizeable wad of bills out of my wallet and gave it to him (although he asked for nothing).
All I got was that his name was Lalu, and that day he was driving shuttle #2. If you happen to run into him down there, give him a big tip; he did me right when he just could have just as easily taken my stuff and my trip would have been ruined, and I would never have known what happened to it. ¡Muchas gracias, Lalu!
I arrived on Cozumel on May 8 for 12 days of diving, fishing, and general laying around, with my wife and my mom in tow and muchas equipje. We took the shuttle from the airport, and on arrival at Lorena, bags began moving toward our rooms before all our stuff was off the shuttle (belated red flag). I soon started "moving in" to the room, and when I got to the point where I needed something from my carry-on, the bag was missing. It wasn't in my mom's room either, where some of my stuff had ended up. My name was on the bag, but the name of my hotel wasn't (next time...). I reached the rational decision that it was time to panic.
Of course, the stuff in my carry-on was what I could least afford to lose - both (mine and my wife's) dive computers, both regs, my mask AND its backup (positive diopter Rx, no off-the-shelf option), portable CD player with about 80 CD's, my eyeglasses and backup pair, Traveler's checks, return plane tix, tourist cards... It's been a long time since I have f**ked up in such spectacular and devastating style.
Many calls to the airport from the lobby (in rapid Spanish by the hotel desk guy) yielded nada, so I caught a cab to the airport, and after nearly half an hour of frantically running around talking to people who knew nothing and couldn't help me, a guy approached me out under the awning and asked, "Do you remember me, señor?" It was the shuttle driver who had taken us to Lorena. He walked me around to the back of his van and opened the door, and there was my bag! He stood and smiled while I jumped around and yelled; then he said "Let's go" and he took me back to the hotel. I'm not sure how much I gave him; I just pulled a sizeable wad of bills out of my wallet and gave it to him (although he asked for nothing).
All I got was that his name was Lalu, and that day he was driving shuttle #2. If you happen to run into him down there, give him a big tip; he did me right when he just could have just as easily taken my stuff and my trip would have been ruined, and I would never have known what happened to it. ¡Muchas gracias, Lalu!