The indians are marketing their fish. They have the men dressed in traditional costumes fishing. The ferry takes you by their 'fishing' spot and you get to see them fish. Then, right before the ferry leaves, the fishing boats come along side the ferry to collect tips.
On the island, it is kind of depressing. The indians are trying to survive and cater to the people who come up for weekends from Mexico City. I guess it's about 2 hours north of there. Did you know Mexico City has 26 million people living there and it is the largest population city in the world right now?
As you can see, the island is a small mountian, and at the top is a statue to some ruler. To get to the statue at the top, you have to climb stairs. Along the way, old women are sitting along the steps picking fish heads off. The houses are lined up against each other and the all are trying to sell trinkets. Mostly junk made in China. We could have climbed inside the statue. We didn't. The fish smell is horrible.
I don't think I would go to that place again. It was kind of sad. But fascinating at the same time. I'm glad I experienced it.
I know when my son was on his year long around the world trip, this was one of the things that really got to him...extreme poverty, he says, was something he had never ever seen, close up...and yet, when he visited certain countries, that was all he saw...where even a dime or a dollar, something that we take for granted, was considered to be valuable...
It made him extremely grateful to be an American, free to pursue limitless opportunities, and steer his life on the course he choses...
Traveling to other countries, and seeing the real people of that country, can be an eye opener...