Tulum

 Ahoy there. Wow Tulum what a place. On arrival, the familiarity of American retail stores is happily replaced with local eateries and murals. However, the legends were sceptical of the rurality but that night we had domino’s so I guess not really that rural.

Day one is off to another cenote avec the hostel gang. Back at it with the colectivos and more bathing action ensued. All brill. Evening was beer pong which was rudely interrupted by intermittent power cuts. So we thought fuck it and hit the town. Andrew from PDC rocks up so we give him dos cervesas and head out. 

Day two, breakfast missed but a quick hop in the shower before some more cenotes (they’re a bit obsessed with them). 4 in 1 this time. No pics allowed but I’ve kindly grabbed from google to save you the hastle. It’s salsa night and we missed out (It’s because we definitely already know how). We did rock up in time for beer and burritos though. Back to hostel for more beer and a chit chat. But informed by a comrade that they stop selling alcohol at 10 it being 5 mins to prompts me and this mid 40s Mexican chap to sprint through central Tulum in search of beer. Success. 

Day 3 was meant to be ruins but apparently they have to closed it to build a bathroom. I don’t know why and probably never will. Upset but off to the beach instead. 

Journey there was worry free with a colectivo and a short walk but then realised none for the way back. Options of taxi or a laughable walk. But we are revolutionary zealots who rage against the financial machine and a 25 quid taxi seemed a extortionate. So we walked. 

Back to the hostel for a well needed shower and then some rather suspect tacos. The slightly sunburnt, dehydrated and tired hombres would seemingly struggle at trivia night but no mas. Our education finally comes in handy and Quizlamic State take the crown.

Currently making our way through our spoils (6 pack) on the bus to Bacalar. The odyssey continues …

Kisses and champagne,

C