Tag: Food

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KUALA LUMPUR, VIBRANT LIFE, MUSEUMS, ORCHIDS AND BIRDS.

OR, CATCHING UP WITH THE PAST AND STEPPING BACK IN TIME TO MALAYSIA MAY 2018

There’s a lot to be said about finishing telling you about what’s happened so far this time in Mexico but I haven’t even skimmed the surface of my many other explorations of other countries and now I’ve exhausted my trip here in Mexico far thus far, I will now relate to you different stories. These are of in good times before the world changed and while it was all free and easy. LOADS OF PICS IN THIS POST!

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PREPARATIONS FOR GOING OFF-GRID IN PUNTA ALLEN!

OR, I JUST HAD TO GO BACK BUT WHAT A DRAMA GETTING ORGANISED!

Internet really playing up will add more pics later! One of the things that happens off grid!

Love the name!

The bus ride back was fast, only the three hours, but I was glum. Although I knew it was just one week in Tulum I had finally found my groove in this small paradise. The journey itself was great because it leaves at eight in the morning, no hanging around and great light to take pictures. Upon reaching the hotel side of Tulum though, my depression deepened. Plastic loud tourists milling around and all the trappings that go with under a thin veil of being very ethnic.

Collectivo with bananas and food as cargo with the passengers.

As soon as I arrived in Tulum my ears were assaulted by noise. I was so used to crashing waves and wind that to hear all these fucking cars and lorries, loudspeakers of vendors of gas, and fruit and veg, and other shite that I freaked as I got off the collectivo. Also a new thing, police loudspeakers about covid and masks. This just felt hostile  and I felt really low.

For all the inconveniences of living on the edge of society it’s a whole world of difference if you’ve been used to be a lone wolf for a while. I sit here back in Punta Allen another time and although there’s no bloody WiFi at the moment because it’s ‘windy’ I still am blessed to be here and just writing this up in ‘word’ to copy to blog later.

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CENOTES THE ROUTE TO THE UNDERWORLD.

OR GETTING TO SEE THE ENTRANCE TO THE MAYAN UNDERWORLD.

Fabulous water and entrance to the underworld under the lip of the pond are the caves

Although I lost my mojo for a few days, I gave myself a sharp talking to. I was beginning to get depressed. I think it was after being chased by the troupe of dogs in this neighbourhood which has now made me walk the long way round to my local shop. Add to that a lot of drunks and crack heads suddenly started to congregate around my street. This meant I couldn’t really go out after six unless I asked Charlie for a lift. I hate being beholden to people so this was getting me down. However all is well again with a few tweaks, I’m nothing if not adaptable.

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Coming home to Tulum.

OR, I MISSED MY LAID BACK HUMAN TULUM!

Hello Tulum again I’ve missed you

There’s a lot to be said for a quick foray into other parts, and Merida and Uxmal were a good example. The atmosphere over in Yucks (Yucatan) is more aggressive and smacked slightly of London about the masks, apart from that it was lovely. However once leaving I had no qualms. I wanted to be back home in Tulum. I don’t want to be a baby about it but it’s the closest you can get to our old normal lives in this lovely place.

ADO bus at dawn
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KK, BORNEO, MALAYSIA. AT THE NIGHT MARKET OF FABULOUS FISH.

OR FISHY STREET FOOD TO DIE FOR

Clams and scallops to die for.

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.