The ride on the ocean stretch was a blast. The boat was long, narrow, and fast. Even the little swells in this part of the ocean hammered the boat bringing glee to the passengers. To our luck, the boat guide had to make a side detour up another channel to reach a gas station to fill up. That not only extended our boat ride, but we also got to see another part of the fishing town. Once we reached the big bay, the water turned glassy smooth. Just past the backside of Celestun, where the other tour boats dock, was a beutiful flock of pink flamingos. There weren’t any buoys or channel markers of any kind in the bay. The boat guide must have memorized the channel as much of the big wide bay was shallow enough for the flamingos to stand in. When we reached the biggest flock, the boat crept up to within a few feet of the birds. The flamingos didn’t seem to care, so we stayed long enough for everyone to snap zillions of pictures.