So after 4 perfect days in paradise, I jumped on a bus and headed up to Cancun, to get on the 20 minute ferry over to Isla Mujures, a small fishing village just 7 km long and 650m wide. Situated just off the coast, in the bluest waters I have ever seen, Isla is really a town for tourists, and very different to Tulum’s laid back vibe, but still a lot of fun.
I arrived to my guest house just before sun down, and wandering around with my suitcase, failing to find the office came upon a table of around 15 people of varying nationalities. They instructed me to sit down and then plied me with tequila for the next 5 hours - I didn’t head up to my room until well after midnight. Now that’s a Mexican welcome! Turns out one of the guys was the owner of the place I was staying and the others various guests and locals.
Breakfast looking towards Cancun.
Casa Bonita was situated on the West side of the island, with its own private little beach which I had to myself every day. Being on the West, it caught the most spectacular sunsets.
The sun went down around 6pm every night, and so quickly. It really was amazing to watch.
Days spent on Playa Norte, only ever having to get up to take a dip in the sea, as continuous Corona’s and fish tacos would be brought right to the sun lounger.
The Soggy Peso bar - they are famous for their BBQs on a Sunday and I can see why. BBQ ribs, corn bread and margaritas. What’s not to love?
Apart from these guys stealing chicken bones…
Later that night dinner at the fishing collective - locals bringing in their fresh catch to be cooked and served. Could not get any fresher than that. And again, a glorious sunset and that beautiful light just before the sun goes down where everything just glows.
And makes even the most sunburnt look not so bad.
The town of Isla (if it can be called that) is tiny, but bustling in the evening along the main drag with lively bars and restaurants. Moving off the main street, you would walk past what looked like a front room with a few table and chairs - families would open up their homes as ‘restaurants’.
It was rather sleepy during the day. I guess everyone having their siestas and sleeping off the tequila from the night before.
See you again soon Isla!