As my stomach lurched and I queasily smiled and joked and joined in, the blood pooling on the table kept distracting me.
As my stomach lurched and I queasily smiled and joked and joined in, the blood pooling on the table kept distracting me.
OR, LITERALLY WERE CUT OFF. THE ROAD WAS CLOSED AND I OFFICIALLY WAS ON A DESERT ISLAND

You know it’s been raining here more or less non stop? Well now, the day I was supposed to leave, there is a massive storm. I was woken in the night by explosive bangs and flashes and the sound of torrential rain. I went to my door and the display was awe inspiring. I managed a video but really wasn’t concerned about leaving in the morning, surely this Biblical deluge would be spent by eight when my collectivo would pick me up. As I sit here still in my Punta Allen hotel room, with explosives bangs every five seconds or so, I realised that, as usual, I was overly optimistic.

The wind has also picked up now as well as rumbling. Hurricane coming?
OR MY FABULOUS JOURNEY TO COBA JUST AN HOUR AND A HALF FROM TULUM.

Well what a surprise. Just an hour an a half up the road is Coba and a site that takes your breath away. As usual I had a total fiasco going there but I’ll get to that later. Coba is a jewel and as always it’s best to get there relatively early. I saw about fifty people around this very stretched out monumental site until I was leaving and then coach loads were coming in.
OR GETTING TO THIS FAMOUS MAYAN SITE IN PUUL.
I’ve again written in my journal so straight from the horses mouth, on how I finally went from Tulum and to Uxmal via Merida.

OR HAPPY LIFE AND HUGE IGUANAS AMONGST THE RUINS. This is a random start of the pyramid and the archaeological sites I visited. Some were in 2019 and the rest this year. I have put […]
OR AT LAST I HIT THE LA PLAYA!
I’ve been an industrious solo traveller, searching out pyramid complexes, museums, art galleries and general things of wonder across Mexico, so now is time for a little rest and a swim, little snorkel and a little sunbathe and a little good food and wine. My last beach had been Belize for the snorkelling, so I was due siesta days. This is the time to try and rest my foot (yeah that’ll never happen) and luxuriate in the beautiful Puerto Escondido, the surfers paradise.

Last night sitting on my terrace with a very nice bottle of Sauvignon Blanc I sulked, sighed and finally fetched my notebook. It eyed me, I eyed it and we started.

Arrangements for the evening promised I dragged myself from my cool darkened siesta room and out into the still harsh sunshine. That throbbing heat of late afternoon when the heat has been absorbed by pretty much everything and is now radiating it back out. Stinging my freshly seared skin from sitting by the pool for half an hour earlier.
That already set the tone, how could I possibly believe in this tableau now? It was ruined. I was awakened now to the fact that people in villages here all had bloody mobile phones, there was no romantic idyllic pockets of untouched simple lives it was all smoke and mirrors.
It seemed there was much to do in this place and I sipped an icy beer in my usual way and gazed at the sea with islands here and there breaking its surface. It was a chill pill experience and I was really happy to be here.