We were expecting to board a bus, but a Collectivo (SA taxi) strapped our bags on top and shoved us in the taxi. It was hot and rather squishy, but we were assured that we will transfer to an actual bus. We didn’t want to be in this taxi for 10 hours at night…Eventually we saw the bus! Yay!! And we were very comfortable.
The scenery was gorgeous! I saw so many birds – tons of raptors and so many colourful ones. I wish I could have stopped the bus to take a closer look. I even saw an alligator/crocodile basking in the sun! Cool….The sun was setting and the scenery reminded me of the areas near Nylstroom. Gorgeous.
Arrived in Tulum at 3:30am. Oh damn. We were dropped off in the middle of the main road, with no-one around. Scary! Thank God Isis knew the area and walked with us to a bar that was pumping with people. Cool, we can relax and have a few drinks until the sun comes up and go to our camping ground. If only it was so simple…
We met a really tried/drunk guy (Francisco) who wanted to go to the beach, he said his mates are there and we can join him. I was nervous of that – we have all our bags etc. on us and the beach is a big no no at night. Instead we had a beer, but then the bar closed. An old man said we can go to another bar and wait until the sun comes up.
He was old, had crutches so he said we should take a taxi. It was literally across the road, but I let that one slide because he is old and decrepit. Then we had a beer and his mate appeared out of no-where. We all had a beer (Francisco was sleeping). We waited for a while, didn’t want to drink more because it’s expensive. The old man & his mate asked for more beers and we said no, and asked for the bill. Suddenly the ‘mate’ just got up and ran away – he moves fast for a big guy. Wtf! The old man tried to hobble away, but he didn’t get far and I paid the waiter what we had to drink and left the old guy there. This is what the old man looks like in my mind:
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| This guy seems legit. |
There was no place for us to go, so we got into a taxi with Francisco. We got to El Mariachi, a place where we were supposed to stay, but the taxi stopped and wanted $50 pesos more just to get to one beach across, even though we told him we wanted to do that. So we got out and walked. It was so beautiful! The beach was gorgeous, and the moon was almost full so we could see everything. We were at the Caribbean Sea and it was spectacular.
We walked for about 10min on the beach with our massively heavy bags. Great calf work-out! We got to a place with a tiny run-down lapa, pulled out our sheet and towel and napped. The sun was rising, but we were exhausted. Slept with my valuables under my head, not too comfortable, but I woke up often just checking if everything was still there.
At about 8am we woke up to a fire ant biting me. Francisco woke up too and I think he was a little confused. Haaha! He’s a Lawyer and is moving to Costa Rica to work for an NGO for Human Rights. Not what I expected after hobo-ing out on the beach. Great stuff.
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| 5 Star hotel, courteousy of Francisco. |
It was an interesting night, and we met lovely people so it was all good. We were on the most beautiful beach – pure white sand that is so fine it’s almost dust. The Caribbean is warm and crystal clear, with turquoise and blue waters. We hitched a ride with Francisco’s mates (who were also sleeping on the beach, but camouflaged and tucked in between hammocks in the trees) to our camping spot. They are musicians from Colombia and are travelling and working around Central America. Cool! What a night, now it’s off to find a camping spot and chill out.
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