The next day was the last
full day in Mexico. The plan was set. Take a 30 minute ferry ride from Cozumel to
Playa Del Carmen on the
Yucatan Peninsula. Once there, rent a car, and drive south to
Tulum. Then, reverse the process, hang out in San
Miguel for one more night, and head home the next day.
Once on the ferry, we had a new view of our hotel. We wisely found seats on
the outside of the boat, as it travels over open ocean and rolling seas. These aren't your Puget Sound Ferries!
From the ferry we saw the same flight landing that we had been on only days before. From here it looked like the plane was going to land on some shops downtown!
My beautiful wife Jill looking back toward Cozumel. We found it best to focus on the horizon to prevent seasickness. While we were at Coconuts a couple of days prior, we heard of some people who had just come from the ferry during high winds, and they were describing a lot of people throwing up all over the place.
Finally across the sea,
Playa Del Carmen and her bright blue waters greeted us. Here is a cool looking hotel near the ferry terminal.
Once off the ferry, we are greeted by nice big welcome signs, and tons of people selling tons of CRAP. mildly entertaining and annoying at the same time, we only wanted to find a place to rent a car.
So after we found a
rental car (Dodge Avenger with A/C) we drove the 30 miles or so South to the ruins at
Tulum.
Rumor told of some
cliff side ruins overlooking a nice sandy beach. We were
SOOOOOOOOooooo looking forward to swimming in some nice clear, warm water.
Here Jill follows the path to the ruins. I know there must be a beach at the end of this path!
There was not a beach at the end of the path. The
temperature did seem to increase, nearing 85 degrees by my estimates, and also quite humid. Once we entered the ruins, we made a beeline for where we thought the beach must be. Here we found some cool looking ruins overlooking the sea.
We seem to be
getting closer. We found a nice
sandy beach, but it was fenced off. Dammit,
doesn't it look inviting?!? What cruel people designed these ruins?!? Must... go... swimming!
Still looking for the beach, we found a totally sweet photo opportunity. This is the biggest building at
Tulum. We have no idea what the building was used for, we were pretty much exclusively looking for the water at this point. I am
surprised we took the time to take this picture!
The Iguana is looking at the entrance to the beach longingly. Even after we went down to the beach, swam, hung out and people watched, dried off and came back by, the Iguana didn't move. Maybe it was a prop.
Woo-
Hoo! Cliffs.. beach... water!
Jill
strikes a pose as we prepare to drop off our
stuff and take the plunge. We picked this spot because it was in the shade, yet VERY close to the water. Beaches we saw in Mexico aren't like the cruel ones in the Pacific Northwest that make you walk 300 yards across the sand to ice cold water.
Here I am swimming. I think I was trying to body surf some small wave. Maybe I was just swimming while looking behind me. Who cares, I was swimming in the
Caribbean Sea!
Jill dries off in the nice shady spot we found.
Back up on the cliff, another view of the beach. The building on the upper left is the same one I am pictured in front of in the pictures above.
On the way out. It has
been a great day so far, and I wanted to get a shot of a beautiful woman in front of some beautiful ruins. Success!
Tulum,
from the exit hole we found in a wall.
Back on the ferry, here is what Cozumel looks like from
Playa Del Carmen. (when zoomed in on a
camera... it is much smaller to the naked eye)
We saw these two every day we were in San Miguel. During the day, the dog followed a pair of cops. At night, it followed the security. It
received no attention from these uniformed people, yet it always stayed within 50 feet or so. It seemed so loyal, so content and so cute!
Me at our last dinner. We ate at La
Choza, a restaurant we had eaten lunch at the day before. Awesome food at great prices. Jill had the shrimp
chile relleno and a coke, I had the shrimp fajitas and a margarita. Tasty.
Last night on the balcony of the hotel. Jill is looking at the view, which included a smallish cruise ship playing the worst Karaoke style music. We just hung out and listened and watched the ship leave. From the balcony, we could also hear the sounds of everything going on in the street below. Every night, a cruise ship leaves. Every morning, a new cruise ship arrives. Every day except Sunday.
When we
awoke to prepare to leave, this monstrosity had arrived. Good Lord.
Obnoxious.