Kitesurfing in Progreso
Progreso is very much on the route less traveled. It is a small desolate city with a cruiseship harbour. Progreso is a perfect kitesurfing destination with onshore strong and steady wind. Having brought our kitesurfing gear we had great expectations for a few days fun on the water.
The drive from Cancun to Progreso took us 3 hours in our rentalcar and we chose the toll road. We had the road all to ourselves. It turned out that there was a local road parallel to the toll road and all the locals chose the other road.
We arrived to Progreso in the afternoon. We had not made a booking at a hotel and we therefore cruised around the city to find a place to stay. We were not tempted by any of the hotels all of them being worn down, so we continued to the beach to search for all the other kitesurfers. We wanted to find out where they were staying.
Our disappointment was huge when we arrived at the beach not being able to spot a single kitesurfer. We were confused and tired. Our baby boy was getting impatient and we getting desperate. We thought we had done our thorough research but in this case the research failed and so did Progreso.
Progreso turned out to be a worn down ghost town with empty streets, empty restaurant, a creepy atmosphere and everything besides the surfer-paradise that we expected.
We finally found a hotelroom for the night. It was a worn out hotel and the room was dirty.
I was pleased that we had brought our Deryan travel bed for our son, so he did not have to stay in a dirty bed like the rest of us.
The next day we had decided to give Progreso a last chance. We were in the car again searching for other kitesurfers. At last we found one. His name was Edgar and he owned a place with three apartments. We ended up renting one of the apartments for three days.
The apartments were nothing special but there was a small pool at the beach and we could take turns to kitesurf while the other played with our son in the shadow.
We had the beach and the water to ourselves – actually we had the whole town to ourselves. It was not the surfer-paradise that we had dreamt about but we got to kitesurf for a few days.
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