Snapshots from Three Weeks in Tulum
I spent last night shivering with a fever in a Mexican border town and can’t really think right now, so pictures will tell the stories from Tulum. I spent my days there learning Spanish, swimming in natural groundwater reservoirs called cenotes, hanging with new buddies, lounging on the beach, snorkeling, biking and running, eating fajitas and chile/pineapple popsicles, and generally just loving life, Mexico-style.
A half dozen people told me Tulum is their favorite place in the world. I’ll cast another vote for it as a special destination. If you get a chance to visit, make it happen!
Cheerio,
Dakota
Heading out on a boat ride in the lagoons near Tulum.
A river dumps into the Caribbean.
Pink spoonbills and a pelican.
The canals of Sian Kaan are lined with mangroves. Best part was a float (sans boat) for a kilometer through a tight canal with a ceiling of woven mangroves. Dead silence save for chirping birds.
A boat in the mangroves.
Chelsea packing her brain with Spanish lessons. She joined up a couple weeks into my stay here.
When in Rome… Chelsea protects a Santa pinata enroute to a party. Not every day you see Santa wearing a Marmot rainjacket. We got some laughs from locals who wondered what the crazy gringos were up to.
Buddies (students and teachers) from our Spanish class at the Chac-Mool Institute.
Did you know a crocodile can jump almost 10 feet out of the water?
A ruin near Tulum at Coba.
An empty beach halfway between Playa del Carmen and Tulum.
We explored a giant abandoned resort complex. There were easily 20 buildings with hundreds of rooms. Totally eerie.
Another shot of the hotel. The world without us…
A cenote near Tulum. Limestone erodes away and leaves caves you can swim around in. So fun. My favorite was a completely underground cenote over 100′ across that was accessed by a long spiral staircase down into the cavern.
Acting tough in front of the main ruin in Coba. (My compatriots missed the memo on a “blue steel” look.) The ruin behind us is 150 feet tall!
I thought Santa would be wearing clothes from The North Face. North, get it? 😉 While you guys were lounging in the warmth of Mexico we here in the Great Northwest have answered the all time epic chicken question. Not the one about the egg, but the one about why a chicken crosses the road. A chicken crosses the road to show possums that it can be done! Now think about that, when was the last time you saw a dead chicken in the middle of the road? Lots of dead possums, some dead skunks, but I can’t remember the last time I saw a dead chicken. Merry Christmas to you two, see you in the New Year.
AKJeff Riding his AWOL
Man, when are you starting your blog? You’ve got better jokes than I do, that’s for sure!
I’ll let you solve more questions. I’m heading to the beach! Happy holidaze from Belize, good sir.