Tulum boasts the most scenically-located Mayan ruins, as they are not ten feet, 3m, from the water. It was also completely overrun with tourists by the time we pedaled out there on our rental bikes from town. Nevertheless, the ruins were quite nice, as was the tiny attached beach.
The largest temple, against a stormy sky.
The wind did most of the work over the lifetime of this tree.
A reptilian inhabitant, guarding the ruins from the sea.
After the ruins, we biked around the other side of the coast, which is completely packed with boutique hotels, spas, and restaurants. A very younger-richer-couple sort of place. Andy was fascinated by all of the attention to detail that the restaurants could afford easily with their exhorbitant price list, and he had to take photos of every place
Andy was in his element.
Pooch, same stop.
Last quick stop was a cenote, or exposed limestone cavern. Word on the street that the Yucatán peninsula formed over 10,000 of these guys as a result of the meteor impact off the coast of Chicxulub. That one may have had something to do with the end of the dinosaurs, but it seems that tourists and Mexicans alike are more interested in just swiming in their pristine waters. I had to share my swimming space with cave divers and bats.
Find hole in ground. Fill with tourists. Profit.
Finished off the day with a Mexican meat plate. Forgot the name, but it was excellent.
I was actually quite tired of the half-finished hotel that I had stayed in the previous night, so for the next one I checked out and made a reservation with a camping establishment on the beach. Seeing as I had no gear and rain seemed imminent, I was given a hammock slung under the roof of the restaurant not 100 paces from the water.
My digs on the beach. Heaven, save for the mosquitos.
Sunrise the next morning. Nummy
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