Bubba and Clem Back In Mexico

While Clem was trying to figger out how to get that group of friends together for that trip down to div with Captain Tom Rake, he gets a call from his and Bubba's friend up in Pittsburgh, the instructor lady what taked the IDC/IE with our heroes. She telled them that she is going to Cozumel with that feller from Sorysota, Florida, and a group he done put together. She says that she called cause she just talked with that feller's son, the travel man, and he had two cancellations that he needed to fill. She wondered if the boys would like to go? Clem don't even axe Bubba and says, heck yes. He calls up them Sorysota folks at 1-800-779-3483 and gived his Am Ex card number.

They be booked.

Bubba stumbles into Bubba and Clem's Dive Emporium and Gas Station with sum boxes from the Varsity for lunch. Whilst he is stuffing his face with chili dogs pilled high with them stinky onions, Clem tells him about returning to Mexico. He grins and spills some of that orange Varsity chili grease on his t shirt that says "Dive New York City". Bubba collects t shirts from all the great dive locations. And when he heard that dive woman from Pittsburgh is going he was so happy he let out a belch that scared the guard gater.

Bubba and Clem was gonna meet the Florida Down and Under dive group at the Mexicania ticket counter in Miami. Their Delta plane ride from Atlanta to Miami went reel smooth. The plane ride companies be so cheap nowadays that they don'' feed you hardly at all, not to fear, Bubba fetched along a poke sack full of sausage biscuits that he had Aunt Bessie Mae make for the trip. She is the bestest cook in Crisp County. Clem got them the seats up front in the First Class place with frequent flyer points from Am Ex. Bubba liked it up here cause he got free goober pees.

They gets to Miami about 3 hours for they posed to meet the Sorysota group. They get a feller to tote theys stuff over to the Mexicania counter. While walking through the airport, Bubba is amazed at all the folks a going somewhere. They pass by a machine that wraps up your bags in a plastic coat. They see lots of cardboard boxes and poke sacks substituting fer luggage. Clem calls it generic Hartman stuff.

Clem does the talking at the ticket place cause he taked a class over at the Vo Tech school in Mexican. He learnt about 5 sentences. He can axe for the bathroom reel good and he figgers Bubba will need that phrase in Mexico. Bubba has a way with foreign words, "donday ester l banjo". Bubba is so proud that he can speek Mexican so good, he axs Clem if he thinks he can get a part time job at that Reunited Nations place up in New Jerk City as a reeder of foreign words?

Whilst theys standing in line at the ticket place in the Miami airport, up comes that instructor woman from Pittsburgh and gives the boys a big ole hug. Bubba is still delighted with his ferein vocabulary he grins and says "bonus day us" to her. She don't got narry a clue what he done sayed.

In a few minutes the gang from Sorysota shows up at the ticket place with the scuba man's boy in charge. He struts up to the counter and splains to the Mexicania woman that the group is here and is as efficient as a bee working a sunflower in getting everyone checked in. This here group is a small one, they got a total of 25 folks a going, 24 divers and one non diver wife person.

The folks are from all over; Bubba and Clem be from Atlanta, the scuba woman from Pittsburgh, a couple from Germany, 14 from Sorysota, and the others from the Tamper, FL, area. Everybody is reel nice and introduces theys selves to each other. Bubba takes an immediate shine to a couple fellers from Sorysota, a Chiropractor a named Doc and a lectrician sparkey man name of Larry. This is gonna be a fun group, onlyst one yankee and she be a friend and don't act like a yankee. The Germany folks are super nice and speek better Anglish than Bubba. He ain't a German, he is from Scotland and is named Ian. Hissen wife is a German lady.

Its time to get on the jet plane so the group gets up and gets in line to walk down the jetway to the plane. Theys gonna fly on one of them 727 kinda planes. Theys a whole bunch of folks going to Mexico. This here jet plane gonna land in Cancun and they will have to wait till a littler propeller plane comes to fetch em to Cozumel.

Bubba sits by a winder with the Pittsburgh scuba woman in the middle seat next to ole Clem on the outside. Bubba lernt a trick from the Sorysota man's traveling agent son. Always sit in an exit row, causen the seats got more legroom and the seats in front of you don't fold back. Pool lil woman from Pittsburgh, she is trapped betwenst these behemoths. Clem sure hopes that Bubba don't get the gas in this tight space. The flight waitress woman, a very pretty Mexican lady talks over the intercom in Mexican so fast Bubba still trying to understand the first word she spake. He now knows that hissen Mexican is surly lacking. Heck, he could hardly understand what she spake when she said it in Merican. Oh well, allst he reely needs to know is where the potty, you know the "banjo" is and where the door is.

The pilot tells them not to use any lectronic devices till he says its ok. Clem don't fire up hissen computer to writ a e-mail to the yankee gal in the yeller bikini string thang.

Fore long the serving flight women comes around and axs what ya want to drank. Beers are free on this here flight. Bubba knowed better than to axe fer a RC Coke A Coler here, so he settles for a regular Coke A Coler, the Pittsburgh scuba woman axes fer a Diet Coke A Coler whilst Clem takes a glass of Agua, whatever that is. The serving flight woman hands each of em a see through plactic wraped tray with foods on it. Everybody gets a half a scoop of tater salad, a hunk of cheesecake, a pickle and a mater and a little samwich with turkey and ham and lettuce and mater on it. For airplane food, it was wonderful. Bubba axes the Pittsburgh scuba woman ifin he can have her left overs.

Next thing you know theys a landing in Cancun and having to go through the immigration line and showing theys passport. Don't nobody go through theys suitcases and check fer dirty drawers here. Theys got a hour wait to catch the next bird fer Cozumel. The group scatters like a gun shot flock of birds all over the Cancun airport. Sum of em head for the potty, some for the beer place, some for the t-shirt stores and some just sit a spell.

The plane for Cozumel is ready for getting on now and a new line starts. This here is a two-engine propeller plane. Theys all get on it and strap themselves in the seats all ready for the taking off part.

TO BE CONTINUED