In Progreso,Mexico

where we docked on 18 November, a shuttle bus was provided to take us from the port to town.Thus I found myself at 9 in the morning in Progreso,there was a bus to the Dzibilchaltun ruins at 10.30 and to Merida at 11.The town was dead. Nowhere to sit, nothing to do.I wanted some fresh orange juice,but when I glanced inside the shop I knew I could never drink there.So I looked for a taxi to take me somewhere.An English speaking driver offered me a ride for 40$ to the Mayan ruins of Dzibilchaltun and I happily accepted. I never argue about a price in poor countries, it is against the grain with me to haggle over a penny when I spend thousands on travelling, the money these people will never see in their entire life.It was a pleasant ride,quick,the driver was good and I felt safe and comfortable.After the ruins I bought us both cold drink and the driver suggested he takes me to Merida.I have 10 $ only,I said.I would take you for 10 $,he replied.And he did.I suppose even the extra 10 $ helped to feed his family.When we returned to Progreso,the shuttle bus was boarding,so I quickly got out of the taxi and boarded the bus. The next day we were docking on the Mexican island of Cozumel.Would that be any better or would I leave it with as heavy heart as I left Progreso?