Playa Del Carmen

Buenas Garçons! Arriving at Playa DC we were filled with excitement of this famous beach so decided to have a leisurely stroll down…

Playa Del Cap 

We wouldn’t let this get us down and pressed on after hearing of a superior beach muy cerca. However, the Americans beat us to it and have privatised the whole area .

The evening had some interesting entertainment consisting of soapy water wrestling and terrible music. I’ll let you imagine it as I can’t quite put into words what occurred. But don’t look at the hostel Instagram. 

Day 2 we made a new friend. Andrew the Korean aerospace engineer who we made plans to visit a cenote. After some burritos al pastor we retuned to find him missing. So we left and using my top tier Spanish we found the “bus” which was actually a ‘modern’ day version of Filmore from Cars 1, 2 and 3.

Hours later Andrew still missing, Charlie is worried he’s been kidnapped. I didn’t care. The odyssey continued with a neon party late into the night and making friends with Canadian real estate agents and one eyed Mexicans. 

We retired at 1 which was the advertised end of the party. But Why Not Hostel Playa Del Carmen plays by its own rules and kept the party rockin’. So like a marine I left no man behind and dragged Charlie back onto the D floor after some convincing. The finally we’d had enough so made like the Mexicans and went to sleep (CWF doesn’t endorse this joke).

P.S. Andrew is fine.

Thank you for reading 

Back in black in Tulum

- The Funny One