Hanging out at the Cuban islet Cayo Matias, visiting the monkey sanctuary, if only hearing them and not getting a sighting, was cutting our jump across to Mexico short by 40 nm. The first night we were boarded by an illegal immigrant, he was so exhausted and roosted the whole night on our lampshade in the cockpit and the next day he sat first on Richards shoulder, than on his head and arm while we were having our lunch. He circled the boat for a couple of rounds, came back and landed on Richards finger. It was actually two of them birds, escaping Cuba for a better life in the West 
It took us exactly 48 hours with the great help of the mighty current of the golfstream propelling us along, we even had to drop the main sail the last 6 hours and had only a little of our genoa out to slow us down for a daytime approach to Isla Mujeres. We were immediately spotted by “TiTaRo” and “Thari”, although we could not see them at all, takes awhile to get your bearings after two nights at sea. This time I took the seasickness tablet “Sturgeron” and I was alright, I could not believe it. So we celebrated with our tradition “arrival breakfast, you guessed it, “Bacon & eggs”, my captains favourite, after all he is British sailing under the German flag, there has to be some compensation in kind.
Dealing with the Mexican authorities can be quite an ordeal if you decide to do it on your own, can take 2 days, lots of hussle and palm greasing. So we took the advice of fellow cruisers and went into the Marina Pareiso where Jeppo arranged a smooth enty. When I heard, do you have poof of fumigation of your boat I jumped, $20,- and we were fumigated. The health official came to our boat and wanted to know about fresh produce on board, ha! Not if you come from Cuba, so she left politely without checking my fridge. The only thing we had to do now, was pay $150.- and go across to the mainland town Cancun numerous copies and details of our boat and equipment and “import” our boat for another $50,-
We went from Cancun to Playa del Carmen and walked many miles along shops with souvenirs and all the things you never knew existed let alone someone would need. What a contrast to Cuba…felt like being in the US, one chain store beside the other, we really wondered, this is Mexico?!