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Our first port is the purpose-built town of Costa Maya. Build it, and the cruise ships will come, apparently.
It doesn’t mean they should.
The port itself is a theme park of manufactured culture and Chinese trinkets that try to nod to history and to tourist dollars alike: shelves are filled with Mayan masks and sugar skulls.
All are emblazoned with American sports team logos.
It’s almost as though this is the only way we could possibly appreciate another culture. In the distance rests what appears to be a Mayan temple. Water slides protrude from all angles like octopus arms.
Meanwhile, three ships of bleached and beached tourists converge upon the pool at the village's centre, tall plastic palm trees of alcohol in hand. Bars are set all around.
It’s just like being on the ship.
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