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My Travels with Marco and The Hawk - 3/21/2006 5:13:47 PM
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Needabeach
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Trip Report. My Travels with Marco and The Hawk:
This trip report will be a bit of a departure from your normal format.
“Left the house, got on the plane, easyway, 307, paradise, ate here, turtles, loco parties, ate there….yummmmmm…must leave, so sad, plane home……snow.”
Although my trip did contain each of the above elements, it also contained a very remarkable duo: Marco and The Hawk. And an incredible supporting cast of mis-fits. Some real, some imagined.
It also encompassed two separate trips and so very much short term memory loss… some tequila induced and some just down right convenient! It is therefore very difficult to assign “Day 1” “Day 2” etc. It will be more of a collection or compilation of stories. Some true….some not so true and some……..well …we’re just not sure. I am going to ask that everyone that was involved in the story please enlighten us with your reality. This should be interesting..
Sit back, pour a little Anejo and here we go.
Chapter I
The Red-Eye out of Denver.
This is the preferred flight for us seasoned Akumhaulics. Customs is normally quick and painless unless you are traveling with Marco and the Hawk.
I have told Marco over and over, don’t flirt with the ticket agent. Wish I could have gotten a picture of that nice young man before he stamped Marco’s ticket with a special little “heart” Oh… the look on his face when they yanked him out of line and took him away behind the curtain. Did you give him some of those beads Marco? Did you get the Hawk’s permission to be giving away those beads? You can understand why he was on his “best” behavior when the stewardess asked for his complete attention when she presented the emergency exit information.
What happened behind that screen Marco? Hawk, why did you make ME check in all the luggage?
Nice New EasyWay in March 5:30 am
3-5-06 8:00a.m. The “Three Amigo’s” have been united! Watch out.
Later that morning, the fridge has been stocked:
Time for breakfast:
Tomorrow we meet the LocoGringos.. 
< Message edited by Needabeach -- 3/21/2006 6:25:02 PM >
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RE: My Travels with Marco and The Hawk - 3/21/2006 6:04:31 PM
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Needabeach
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Michelle!
So, I put you in charge of watching my son Nick down at the ABR and guess what???? Ya, you sent Heidi home.....Pregnant!!!
What's up with that?
Needa
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RE: My Travels with Marco and The Hawk - 3/21/2006 7:00:03 PM
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The Hawk
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Well, Heidi Ho Michelle!
Yea, what's up with that? Everyone who hang around with you get drunk and pregnant?
Ok, Needa, a little remembrance from day one.
We hit the airport late on a cold windy night ready for the Red Eye down to the Cun. We no sooner hit the Frontier desk when a gas waifts through the front door and Marco appears in shirt, shorts, boots, baseball cap and bags like my grandma had her knitting in. We finish checking in and he comes up behind us. A 'special' agent takes over for him, a large 350 lb. black man, obviously swishy and asks if he has bags to check (he wanted to check more than that as he looks Marco over dearingly). So it's late and our A concourse is closed so we hafta go downstairs with ALL the flights to the trains. Marco leads the way and when we get to the first checkpoint the gatekeeper, who is Arabic, sends Marco down to anothere security guy who walks him over to even more security people just standing there like they been waiting for his arrival. I go damn Needs, this boys got clout. We weave our through the village of the damned and struggle with shoes, computer, camera's and backpacks of my meds. We can see Marco who's demeaner is getting wild with exagerated arm movements like a monkey going to his neighbors tree for fruit. Hmmm. "Move on Needs, ignore him, we don't want to get pulled over there too." I tell her laughing. Well, he finally gets let go and we hit the train to the plane. Soon we're at the Cowboy Bar (where'd ya expect pilgrim?) and Marco's explaining how he's red flagged. Needs looks at his ticket and there are little red hearts stamped on the face of it and none on ours. Hmmmmm. Interesting. After shots and swills we hit the gate and who's there but, big gay black man from the front desk. OK, now it's just getting weird. The only time I've ever seen this was when I flew Podunk Airways out of Salt Lake City and the ticket agent, gate agent, baggage handler and the pilot were all the same guy. That plane we took off straight into the mountains and followed the highway to Grand Junction without ever getting above the tree line. Ok, I digress.
On the plane Marco is on his best behavior as we're just waiting for the goon squad to come on board and sieze his 35 Pounds of Mardi Gras beads before the parties even started. Meanwhile, with his excellent diversionary tactics I was able to bring in the real contraband, my meds.
So we hit Easyway running and Adrea has got the vehicles ready and waiting. After I give him a ton of grief and make him mark my ticket paid and point out the missing hubcap we head down the 307. We're following Marco because Andrea has told us a good place to eat which is a big mistake we learn later. So Marco pulls into Puerto Morelos on the access lane. We follow scratching our heads as he goes through town and then pulls back onto the main highway again. Ok, we think, he knows something we don't. Then we get to Playa del Carmen and he does the same thing and stops at the Covi, jumps out and runs around the corner. I get out and follow him. He comes back and I say "Wahtcha doing Marco?" He tells me "Man, I gotta take a ****." All this friggin time we're looking for a bano. hehehehehe So we hit the highway and he pulls into the MacDonalds/Chedrui parking lot. The arches are closed, it's early. I start giving him a hard time to just go right there, I got toilet paper. He's nervous as hell and his eyes are rolling in his head. The Chedrui has a door open but it isn't yet. Now he's panicking. I swear he's gonna lay a turd in his pants so I yell at the boys mopping the floors "BANO, BANO!!" They point down the way and Marco takes off like feral cat on a hot tin roof. I'm laughing so hard I had to go out and pee in the bushes. Needa isn't impressed and the caravan finally takes off to Akumal.
An Den,
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RE: My Travels with Marco and The Hawk - 3/21/2006 11:21:54 PM
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Rose
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Great to have you back guys - so looking forward to the rest of your trip report. Love the pic of the Three Amigos/Three Musketeers/Three Stooges - whatever!!!
Congrats on the future grandchild. Also need more info re: Rosie and Noj.
Hugs to all
Rose
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Montreal with very special friend in May
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RE: My Travels with Marco and The Hawk - 3/22/2006 1:25:12 AM
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Marco Antonio
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“Marco, HURRY-UP!” barked Margarita. I stuffed the last of the Carnitas Burrito into my mouth and washed it down with Modelo Especial. Man, that little Mexican restaurant, Rancho Alegre, in Greeley Colorado sure has some good stuff. YUM!
I got off work late (9:00PM) and we had an hours drive to DEN to drop me off for the red-eye, and Margarita had another hours drive home to work at 6:00AM the following morning. She was a little crabby to say the least. Marco was off to MX without her for a few days with some infamous celebrities of LocoGringo and doom and certain life-insurance payouts danced upon her brain. “At least I’ll own the house and it’ll smell better,” she thought as she floored the dark blue Ford Expedition down I-25 at 85 miles per hour.
C-470 toll-road was quiet and the drive passed quickly, the painted lane markings blurring together at the supersonic rate of travel under Margaritas heavy foot. We got off the toll-road at 104th avenue and made a beeline for Pena Blvd, which leads to the beautiful Denver International Airport with the airport designation of “DEN.” My eyes quickly widened with hope and anticipation when I yelled “PULL OVER HERE MARGARITA! PULL OVER HERE!”
“Why?” she questioned. “That’s the 45 minute temporary parking area outside the airport where you can wait if you’re picking up someone on a delayed flight. Besides you have to stay in your car and there’s cameras and,” Marco’s quick grin let Margarita know that he had NO intention of leaving the Expedition for any reason. She rolled her eyes like her hurricane teenage twin daughters and floored it toward the passenger drop off at Frontier Airlines. “But Margarita, I won’t see you for almost a week, let’s stop and talk for a few minutes.” Margarita smiles and quickly replies “LISTEN ROMEO, I already paid The Hawk $10.00 USD and he’s happy. Besides, Needabeach is going to watch your every move.” The thick vale of reality rapidly descends around Marco as the lights of the East Terminal and Frontier Airlines approach at a dizzying speed.
“Margarita, SLOW down, it’s 10 MPH in the passenger departure lane.” Marco whines. “I KNOW, NOW GET OUT MARCO, YOU STINK!” Margarita demands with the moon-roof, windows, and rear vent windows wide open. She gives me a quick kiss, tosses my dive bag and gear bag full of 37 pounds of Mardigras beads onto the curb and takes off like an independent foreign taxi driver in NYC. “Crap” I say to no one as I haul my luggage through the automatic doors. I was cold in my short sleeves, short pants and sandals; the warm air rushing through the automatic door was as inviting as Half Moon Bay on a March afternoon. At least I didn’t have a long way to schlep my gear to the Frontier Airlines check-in counter.
Low and behold I spy Needs, and the international superstar of satire and wit, THE HAWK, standing at the check-in counter. Needs sees my approach, leans over and whispers something to the LARGE gay black man behind the counter. He smiles, nods his head, and turns his attention to my passport and luggage. I think nothing of it as he punches hundreds of heart shaped holes in my boarding pass, and we proceed on our merry way to the TSA (thousands standing around) security checkpoint. A diminutive man of middle-eastern decent sees the little hearts in my boarding pass and redirects my route of travel in the vast maze of security. I was directed to walk through a little glass tunnel like the choo-choo train running along the walls at the Drum-Stick restaurant in south Denver, I was tickled and felt up by a little old guy with latex gloves, and, he even checked in between my toes. They took little clothes and ran it all over my briefcase, inside and out, and stuck them in some kind of machine. They checked my baseball cap and finally finding NO contraband smiled and said, “Pack up your stuff, get dressed, and get out of security.” I complied.
Now, after all that I still had to wait for Needs and The Celebrity for ten minutes. Needs kept taking off her hat and showing everyone all of her new hair and the TSA was watching her very closely………
AN DEN……..
Marco Antonio
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RE: My Travels with Marco and The Hawk - 3/22/2006 3:06:47 AM
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Whitney
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Oh man, you are all killing me..
it's like that Bruce Willis movie where you get the movie from three points of view.
But this one is good....
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RE: My Travels with Marco and The Hawk - 3/22/2006 9:03:10 AM
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credrudy
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You guys are a riot keep it coming.
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Had so much fun can't wait to go again
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RE: My Travels with Marco and The Hawk - 3/22/2006 9:03:19 AM
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LewesDE
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hellooooo.....
dem's sum good pics, miz needa, got any more? I bet you do!
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RE: My Travels with Marco and The Hawk - 3/22/2006 9:13:56 AM
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mayajerney
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Welcome Home Needa, Hawk, Marco and Margarita!!! Whooo Hoooo, the adventure tales begin! Can't wait to hear more of the saga!
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RE: My Travels with Marco and The Hawk - 3/22/2006 10:42:56 AM
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Lazaro
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Hey Hawk, Needa, and Marco!
Good Stuff! Keep it comin'!
AND DEN???
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"You're right. You're always right about everything.
We always agree with your expertise on every matter.
Thanks again for your wonderful comments.
I look forward to all your posts. ." -The Hawk
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RE: My Travels with Marco and The Hawk - 3/22/2006 4:13:22 PM
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mndr
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LOL, what a friggin riot - I cannot wait for day 2 !!! - Welcome home!
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Shame on you!! Thank goodness Needa and The Hawk had their own vehicle, except for the follow the leader game for the purpose! 
