You did it. You survived the flight, navigated the immigration kiosks, successfully wrestled your luggage off the carousel, and breezed through customs. You can practically taste the salt air and the first sip of an ice-cold margarita. You see the sliding glass doors leading to the Caribbean sunshine. But standing between you and your vacation …
Shark tank
Welcome to Cancun! You’ve beaten the final boss of air travel—the security line, the cramped middle seat, the baggage claim. But a secret, final level awaits right before you can claim your prize (a poolside margarita). It’s called the Shark Tank, and it’s a masterclass in chaos. It’s the infamous nickname for the overwhelming arrivals …