Finally I’ve managed to get together all my photos (taken on 2 different Iphones, an Ipad and a camera - I seriously need to consolidate devices). Looking back it appears there is a fairly common theme: many, many sunsets (well they were spectacular), one or two sunrises (surprisingly I was up for a few), the beach and booze.
My first stop, Tulum, staying in a beach cabana at Playa Esperanza. I had to pinch myself waking up the first morning to this view from my balcony, waking up to the sounds of the waves not just 15 metres from my bed.
I’d then walk along the beach to huevos rancheros, a swim on the way back. Note the sand on the ‘floor’ of the restaurant. I didn’t wear shoes for 5 days.
Back to the cabana…
Then a busy afternoon in a hammock…
With necessary refreshments. No need to move, the lovely locals would bring it to me….
The view from in front of Playa Esperanza, looking south.
Then fish tacos for lunch - once again, no shoes required. This was the restaurant/bar area. About 10 metres from my cabana and the beach. Handy.
Fish tacos! And Corona. And chilis which I was warned about but stupidly didn’t heed their warnings. They completely blew my mouth off. And of course didn’t listen the second time when they put them in front of me, mentioning ‘piquante’.
The sun set behind the resort, but the colours were still spectacular. A warm wash like a Monet watercolour, giving everything a glow.
There was a spot down the end of the beach with a great view back towards the ruins. They did amazing frozen margaritas.
Which is probably responsible for this slightly embarrassing selfie:
One day I took a trip in to Tulum town, which is really a bit of a one horse town, but authentic and some great places to eat.
I managed to avoid buying any tourist tat. Well, almost any - I couldn’t resist those beautiful blankets. And was quite proud of myself to actually barter down the guy, until I realised I had saved myself a whole 50p.
About 1km north of where I was staying was the spectacular Tulum Mayan Ruins, dating back to the 13th century. Those Mayans sure knew a thing or two about location: the ruins sit on the edge of the cliff over looking the Caribbean sea, facing the sunrise each morning.
Doing the tourist thing.
The views were mindblowing. And iguanas EVERYWHERE enjoying the sun. Every now and then you’d hear a ‘thud’ and it was one of them dozing off on a wall and falling off.
Then a short (yet very hot) walk back to Playa, with a couple of stops on the way for swims.
Next stop: Isla Mujures.