All-Inclusive .

Refusing to fail we committed to return to Bucerias to find my cousin and his wife. Helmets - check. Driver's license - check. They were waiting just outside their all-inclusive, and we got there bang on 1 pm, the latest meeting time agreed upon. We walked back east up the main road into the Royal Decameron resort, and the hot day spurned our hunger and thirst. A small, glorified roadside that looked like a restaurant was our destination, and we were rewarded despite no beer on site. Colin and I went across the street to the OXXO, Mexico's version of 7-11, and rectified that situation with 6 bottles of beer, one large bottle of water, and a pre-mixed Margarita combo compliments of El Jimador for less than $8. Colin and Corrina invited us into their resort without a yellow armband so we creatively hid our wrists. They were anxious to beat the bus crowd back to the airport, so they ushered us onto the beach, ordered us a couple free drinks each, and left within 15 minutes. As the bar staff had seen us already on the beach, they beckoned me on my return to the bike for a frisbee and some water. "Abierto Barra!" Open Bar. "Just a moment," I reply "uno momento senor". Two margaritas and two rum and cokes for Bonnie and I, and it was at least a couple hours before the security guard asked where our armbands were. "Checked out, checked out." We were leaving anyways, with a little taste of all-inclusive on our lips.