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Viva Mexico!

Saving one of the best countries until last

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After Guatemala it was back into Mexico – those pesky whale sharks had messed up our route a bit, so it was a welcome re-entry into one of our favourite countries of the trip. First stop was San Cristobal de las Casas – what felt like our millionth colonial town, but being lovely Mexico it turned out to be one of the best, with stunning cathedral squares, classy shops and delicious Mexican food everywhere to be seen.

OK, just one more colonial town

Checking out the view over San Cristobal

Unfortunately the weather was pretty rubbish, but San Cristobal´s other attraction was its copious amounts of great bars, with live bands and cheap beers. Add to this the presence of our new Dutch friends Nat and Mark, who we'd met in Guatemala, and we managed to find an activity to while away the rainy days. They were great company, and drinking with our Dutchy friends in the privacy of a bar kept us from being seen with them in their embarrassing rain attire for any longer then absolutely necessary.

Dutch dress sense. Meet Red Riding Hood and Dr Robitnik

The best way to while away the rainy days

This second leg of Mexico was also home to another ´oh go on, one last…..´ activity, this one being another Mayan ruins. Palenque is many traveller´s favourite Mayan site, and it is unique in that you can actually go inside the ruins and imagine all the crazy rituals and human sacrifices that went on inside. Although a bit ´ruined out´, it was an impressive way to work off our Dutch drinking hangovers. But still no Ewoks.

OK, just one more Mayan ruins

All that rain made for a good waterfall

After that it was time to head off to our final destination of Mexico City… even though we had over 36 hours more travelling to go once we got there (to be explained in the next blog...). Having booked our flight home from Mexico City about 18 months ago, when still buried in my MBA studies, it felt strange to find ourselves there after all the incredible things we have experienced over the last eight months. And having seen lots of big, overpopulated, polluted Latin American cities in that time, I wasn´t that excited about seeing one more, particularly when it´s the biggest city in the world. But – bless Mexico again – like everything else, their capital city left many others in the shade. As mentioned in the previous Mexico blog, this country seems to have achieved a great blend of strong national character and rich indigenous culture, with some of the best bits of Western living. So Mexico City has some incredible museums and galleries, great street food and markets, and brilliantly practical things like an efficient Metro system. Considering that Mexico City has a population of over 20 million people, the atmosphere and efficiency of this place is pretty damn impressive.

I think part of our enjoyment of Mexico has been due to the bicentenary of the country´s independence, as the government has made a big effort to ensure this is celebrated all over the country. This is particularly true of the capital, with lots of festivals in the colossal main square, markets with yummy street food all over the place, and we were lucky enough to be able to visit the National Palace, which has been opened free to the public during the celebrations – even to us dirty foreigners, a real rarity to be treated as an equal in a Latin American country! This meant that we got to see some of the amazing Diego Rivera murals that adorn the inside of the palace, and the President´s office, which even has it´s very own batphone for dealing with national emergencies, and I suspect ordering late night tacos as well.

Stu blocking my view of some amazing historical artwork

We also visited some floating markets in the very south of the city, which we were told were very tricky to reach by metro, but being hardy Londoners this was a piece of cake. The only difference between Mexico City´s underground and London´s is the price – at 15p to ride anywhere on the entire system, this is going to make my Oyster card seem like a right stitch up in a couple of weeks. So Xochimilco (one of the few things I don´t like about Mexico – too many names that I will never be able to pronounce) is an old canal area that has become a big attraction for local people – a great way to experience how Mexican families have fun on the weekends. Brilliantly, this mostly involves the stereotypical Mexican activities of eating tacos, drinking tequila, and watching mariachi bands in massive sombreros. But not just any mariachi bands – floating mariachi bands on canal boats. Good work.

Colourful Xochimilco

Some floating mariachi fun in action

Mariachi in suitably impressive sombrero

There was one more stereotype left to fulfil in our Mexican adventure, and that was a visit to Lucha Libre – free fighting, or Mexican wrestling. I think this is pretty famous, but for those not aware this is pretty similar to the British wrestling of Saturday mornings in the 80s, with Big Daddy and the like, but with much more spangly outfits, and for some reason with weird gimpy masks. Thanks to the advice of a very friendly Mexican chap we met at the ticket booth (gracias to Alex, and to Oscar!) we managed to get the cheap tickets and enjoy a night of burly men fighting in sparkly lycra with local families, rather than with all the other tourists in the front row who´d paid six times the price to go with their hostel. This was much more authentic, and I´m not sure I´d have wanted to get quite so close to all that sweaty lycra anyway… I´m sure this is some kind of health hazard. There are no pictures of the wrestling I´m afraid, as no cameras are allowed in the arena (perhaps due to some sort of lycra copyright paranoia), but we did buy some souvenir masks for Stu´s nephews, so we can recreate some of the wrestling craziness when we´re back in Australia.

What I do have a picture of, though, is the new look that Stu considered debuting at the wrestling. Having spent our entire trip cultuvating a grisly beard, he decided his re-entry into civilised society would be helped by a shave. But naturally he couldn't resist the temptation of the brilliant comedy opportunity this process presents...

Freddie lives!

This proved a little much for either of us to cope with unfortunately, so he decided not to wear this look to a night involving burly men grappling with each other in lycra and masks. Probably a very wise move.

So that was Mexico and the end of our trip… but not quite. After a few false starts we managed to squeeze one last country into our mammoth adventure. All for the final blog!

Sarah (and Stu, currently waiting to fly back to London from Mexico City airport…and therefore tequila shopping duty free style!)

Posted by stuandsar 04:09 Archived in Mexico Comments (0)

Guatemala part dos!

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Having survived the mental caving and the injection of more minerals into my ear that my ear did not like it was time to head from the Guatemalan highlands and back to El Caribe, one should not be away from the Caribbean for too long you know.

So it was more hours in a mini van on very bumpy dirt tracks through the highlands and down the other side to Rio Dulce, literally "Sweet River".

And it was pretty sweet actually...as from there we took a 2 hour boat ride to the Caribbean fishing village of Livingston to party with, you guessed it, Dieter Pop who was having his birthday celebrations there, of course!

A good night out was had and we sadly had to leave Mr Pop the next day as we still were trying to make up the extra days back in Belize!

So from Livingston it was back on the sweet river and off to Honduras...come again?

Yeah, well there were some ruins on the border of Honduras and Guatamala which we missed seeing due to the whale shark chasing, so we scooted back into Honduras for one night only to see Copan Ruins, which while not grand in scale were pretty cool, and with scarlet macaws everywhere at the site early in the morning, and again no other tourists, it was pretty cool to have the place to ourselves for a few hours.

Copan Ruins seen, it was off to Antigua (back in Guatemala) for some more colonial town action. We paid extra to get a bus direct to Antigua which is better for not going to Guatemala City (refer to previous blog and BBC story referenced) than for being direct and therefore saving time. I like my head where it is so was glad to avoid this most lovely of Latin American cities!

Lovely colonial Antigua

Lovely colonial Antigua

It was quite pretty in Antigua and I even managed to find a poncy wine bar which made it even nicer. Sarah refused to play chess with me though!

Practicing for re-entry to the real world

Practicing for re-entry to the real world

Colonial town poncing done, we were off again to the countryside to see Lago Atitlan which is, well, a lake. A quite nice lake.

It has a volcano too which is nice.

But to get there we had to go via the roads where all the mud slides had been and lots of people died and instead of closing the roads to fix them, you just, well, drive around the missing parts of the road. For example...

Only a few more journeys

Only a few more journeys

But you do get to see this if you do go and don´t fall off the road...

Worth the very scary journey

Worth the very scary journey

We stayed a few days as it was nice and relaxing on the lake, and we even managed to find some Dutchies to hang out with for a while which was great fun. Nat and Mark were a good craic and we stuck together right into Mexico, but we will get to that later!

We took the chance (being in town on market day) to head off to a little Mayan village in the hills to see the Sunday market which we had seen depicted in a lot of art work in the local towns and looked pretty cool. Here you go...

Colourful Mayan markets

Colourful Mayan markets

All market traders are cowboys

All market traders are cowboys

Having had a good day out we settled for a few beers, which then turned very expensive as I made a rash art purchase of the mentioned market...its kinda big.

About 3 metres long...was the biggest one in the shop actually.

Will look real nice in that house in Sydney we don´t have.

Certainly would not fit in any room in that house we do have...

It has also proved a real pain to travel with.

But trust me, it will really make a room....you will have to come round and see. You wont be able to miss it.

I am also now on shady moral ground to veto jewellery purchases by Sarah. I should have thought of that!

Off to Mexico next, then Cuba, then bloody San Jose airport for 12 hours (now!), then Mexico for a day, then with you lot in London!

Stu (and Sarah, now reduced to solitaire on the iPod)

Posted by stuandsar 16:14 Archived in Guatemala Comments (0)

Hunting for Ewoks

Guatemala innit

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I have to admit, I was really quite scared of going to Guatemala. All the crazy drug stories mean that Colombia is considered The Dicey Place of Latin America to those who haven´t been, but when I started reading some background on Guatemala, it made Colombia sound like Disneyworld (but with more cocaine).

So, the first thing I read about Guatemala was this story on the BBC website about their capital city where, after a crime crackdown, local gang leaders though the best way to make their objections known to the authorities would be to deliver notes attached to severed heads. I mean, the postal system is often pretty poor in Latin America, but that did seem a bit extreme. I then read the Lonely Planet´s background information and got more and more nervous about going there – decades of civil war seemed to have left a broken country and horrendously skewed moral compass, with 40 street children a month in Guatemala City murdered as someone´s idea of social cleansing. Nice. Plus, the population is mainly of Mayan background and still hold a lot of superstitious beliefs. As a way to stop the ethnic population talking to the outside world about the atrocities they suffered in the civil war, guerrillas spread propaganda about Western women stealing Guatemalan babies for organ harvesting. The rumour stuck, and on a couple of occasions tourists have been beaten by hysterical gangs, at least once fatally, for innocently talking to or taking pictures of local children.

So, not exactly somewhere worthy of a Holiday Programme special – Judith Chalmers would steer well clear.

However, lots of travellers we met had said Guatemala was their favourite country in Latin America. More comforting still, it is where Ewoks come from, so it can´t be that bad. Recognize this?


To the Maya, this is Tikal, ancient jungle city. But to all you 30 somethings and geeks out there, you will know this as the Rebel Base Camp from Return of the Jedi. And you will know that this is VERY exciting. Sadly, I didn´t see any Ewoks, but we did see lots of toucans and monkeys. Which would be quite exciting, if you weren´t hoping for an Ewok.

I have to say, despite the lack of Ewoks, it was pretty amazing. Like Buddhas in South East Asia and ´interesting´ rock formations in Australia, ancient ruins are Latin America´s thing to get sick of after you´ve seen a few. But Tikal is enormous, housing a population of over 100,000 people at the height of its powers, and set in the middle of nowhere in stunning dense rainforest. We stayed right within the national park so that we could see the Rebel Base Camp at both sunrise and sunset (hoping this would be the best time to find an Ewok), and despite the incredibly intense humidity it was well worth it. Being at the camp in the late evening in low season meant that we shared the sunset with just a couple of German backpackers and a park guard, who kindly escorted us out of the park as it got dark. Well, he said he was a park guard, we were a bit concerned that he was just a man with a massive shotgun. But either way, he was very nice and stayed with us under a little shelter for ages waiting for a huge tropical storm to pass, and got us safely back to our hotel in the pitch black, skilfully avoiding some poisonous snakes. We were very grateful!

We got up ridiculously early for the sunrise too, which was again worth it as it was just us and the Germans, plus the monkeys and toucans. Still no bloody Ewoks though.

Grand Plaza at Tikal – all to ourselves again!

Climbing to the top of one of the massive temples – in about 80% humidity

So far, so good – safe, and really quite amazing. Our next destination was also a highlight for lots of travellers we´d met, which again we thought must be worth it as it involved 9 hours in a mini bus over dirt roads, plus a river crossing on the most disgusting polluted river we have EVER seen. Luckily we didn´t fall in the river and die of blood poisoning, and we also spent most of the journey chatting with some really funny Australian guys, which saved us all from being talked at by the bossiest Israeli backpacker we have ever met (good work Leith and Mick!), and we spent the next few days avoiding.

The destination was Semuc Champey, which was basically some natural swimming pools, and a caving tour. Didn´t sound that exciting to me. Things got interesting though, when we turned up at the cave with our new Aussie friends and were told to strip down to our swimmers, sellotape on our flip flops, and venture into the water-filled cave with nothing but a candle. Er, really? Now, we have seen lots of comedy disregard for health and safety on this trip, but this one deserves a special prize. So, there is no lighting in the cave, and only one way in and out. The only ´safety´ equipment is a few ropes and ladders shoddily laced together by bits of rope – oh, and the guide has an extra candle, phew! The main thing, though, is that the cave is full of water – sometimes too deep to walk, so you have to swim. With your candle. Which, if it went out, would plunge you into complete wet darkness. And the Guatemalans thought this was a really good idea for tourists. At one point we even got shoved through a hole in the cave, through a load of rushing water, which kind of felt like being flushed down a toilet. I would imagine. Forget Death Road, forget hiking through the Colombian drug fields – this was by far the scariest thing I have done on this trip, and in my entire life. Even scarier for Stu, whose raging ear infection had returned post-Blue Hole, and was hardly going to appreciate being flushed through a toilet in a cave.

Health and safety, Guatemalan style

After the cave, we were then offered to jump off a ridiculously high bridge into a very fast flowing river with some big rocks in it. Considering that the mental caving had used up all the adrenaline in our system, and Stu´s caviar ear infection was already reaching new pain levels, we thought we´d give that one a miss. Really, being over 30, and surviving nearly eight months of crazy activity and natural disasters, we really don´t feel that we have anything to prove any more, and can be exempt from all Jumping Off Very High Things opportunities. But Leith and Mick kindly gave us a demo.

Mental Australians

The rest of the day was a little more relaxed, although we still had to walk up an incredibly steep and muddy hill in what felt like 100% humidity, and jump into lots of little natural pools at the enthusiasm of our tireless guide. But it was very beautiful there, and we were allowed to chill out for at least five minutes on a break from mental adrenaline-inducing activity.

That´s more like it

Do I really have to?

Thankfully, we were all staying at what turned out to be one of the most relaxing and lovely hostels of our trip. Set on a hilltop overlooking the rainforest and Mayan villages, the Zephyr Lodge was heavenly – good food, relaxing hammocks, and even an adorable kitten. Perfect!

Much nicer than being flushed down a toilet

After Big Ray, Stu chose an even cuter companion to help his ear get better

(P.S. we are SO getting a kitten now, this one has turned Stu!).

But the best thing of all about the hostel was our new friend Dieter Pop. Not only does he have an awesome name, he was brilliant fun to get drunk with (although doing this the night before the mental caving wasn´t the best idea). Plus he is the most Saaf Lundon Guatemalan ever – a local lad who has been working at the hostel for quite a while, he was taught English by some London geezers who visited, and now speaks excellent English with a Streatham accent. Guatemala innit? Deiter Pop, we salute you!

Sarah (and Stu – guess what, still in San Jose airport, now smelling much nicer after trying on lots of aftershave out of sheer boredom)

Posted by stuandsar 16:05 Archived in Guatemala Comments (0)

Introducing Big Ray...

you better Belize it!

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As Sarah mentioned, Cindi and Jessie gave us a flying preview of the Belizian Cayes on the way to chase Spotted Dick and it only confirmed for me that I definitely wanted to check them out...

Looks like a nice place to visit

Looks like a nice place to visit

Add to this that the Belizian Cayes are also home to one of the worlds best dive sites (and also add our new diving obsession) I was super excited to be heading there after the Yucatan of Mexico.

But it turns out that there is one occupational hazard of snorkelling with Whale Sharks and Manta Rays...the caviar!

Who would have thought, but I managed to get a fish egg or two stuck in my inner ear (only Stu could be poncy enough to get a caviar injury - SG) which festered away for a few days while I dived in mineral rich cave water which all added up to one MASSIVE and painful inner ear infection that hit its stride right when I was sitting next to two 250 horse power outboard motors on the water taxi from Belize City to the Cayes.

Sarah knew it was serious as I had stopped talking for almost half a day. I knew it was serious as I had a thumping headache, it felt like my jaw was broken and oh yeah, I was deaf in that ear.

I also really wanted some medical attention, which was the other sign it was serious...just ask the confused Highbury doctors assistant who could not understand how I had lived in London for 6 years and had never been to the doctor before that day we meet!

It turns out that there are certainly no ear nose and throat specialists on the Belizian Cayes, or even a GP, but luckily there was a Gynaecologist and after some rather obvious but all the same amusing comments from Sarah off I went for my first trip to the Gyno, an important day in many a peoples life.

After confirming that I was a, I mean I had an ear infection of giant proportions he then said take these very strong antibiotics, put these drops in every 4 seconds and DO NOT go diving for at least a week.

But I was in Belize to dive the Blue Hole, just one of the worlds most amazing dive sites, I protested.

I can well imagine he said, but if you dont want a busted ear drum then I would suggest NOT DIVING for at least a week.

I had also failed to mention that the Blue Hole is unique for the fact that you dive to 43 metres, which, well, is frickin deep and the complications of diving that depth in terms of pressure (over 5 atmospheres of it) and the affects of nitrogen narcosis kind of add a degree of risk to an already inherently risky undertaking.

Most divers are only legally allowed to 18 metres, and Sarah and I with our advanced qualifications only to 30 metres so 43 is a bit, well, cowboy to be honest!

So, I had to stay dry for a week. Which does not sound too bad when on a Caribbean Island but a small Caribbean Caye made famous for its diving does not have much to fill in 7 days and 7 nights, besides diving and then drinking and talking about the days diving.

Oh, yeah, I was not allowed to drink either which for once ranked second on the list of really annoying things. This has been a tough 8 months.

So I racked my brain on what I could do with a week and came up with window shopping.

Fantasy boat shopping again

Fantasy boat shopping again

And while I did that Sarah went snorkelling which she said was not really worth it as there was nothing to see...

No the snorkelling wasn´t worth it

No the snorkelling wasn´t worth it

Shark is attacked by Rastafarian

Shark is attacked by Rastafarian

Meeting Big Ray underwater

Meeting Big Ray underwater


But it was not all reading books and whittling away hours punctuated by ear drop dropping...while sitting under my selected reading palm tree I found I had a friend who came to check on me every hour or so...Big Ray...which was nice cause I got to play with some sea wild life and keep dry at the same time.

Meeting Big Ray and staying dry

Meeting Big Ray and staying dry

So with a new friend I managed to make the most of being sick for a week, and I also defied doctors orders a few times...I did keep my head out of the water though!

More tiresome activities

More tiresome activities

But we managed to wait out the week which had put us a little behind schedule but the point of being in Belize was the Blue Hole which is listed as a natural wonder of the world and the French submarine dude, Jacques Cousteau no less, had listed it as one of his top 5 dive sites in the whole world so we really wanted to dive it.

It is actually a collapsed cave which has left a huge crater in the middle of the coral reef, and at 202 metres deep, its DEEP! More info and a sweet aerial picture here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_hole , but the big deal is seeing the huge stalactite that begin at around 40 metres (hence needing to go so deep).

Also the colours at that depth are an intense blue as you cant see the red spectrum this deep so everything looks a bit weird!

So the big day came, ear not quite 100% but I could wait no longer....in we went!

43 metres deep inside the Blue Hole

43 metres deep inside the Blue Hole

The no red colours and depth were not the only thing making you feel a little funny.....

We weren´t alone in the Blue Hole

We weren´t alone in the Blue Hole

Hmmm...surely they would go for some one without an infection first?

But in the end it all worked out to be a fantastic day and worth the wait to see. I also found the boat I want to buy and met Big Ray so we left Belize happy little backpackers and certainly ready to move again after being on a tiny island that we did about 50 laps of on foot over the week!

Next was Guatamala....and a re-lapse of fish ear gate!

Stu (and Sarah, still in San Jose airport trying to get back to Mexico!)

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Spotted Dick

Diverting our route to find a big spotty fish

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So, the next logical move from Honduras was to continue into neighbouring Belize or Guatemala. But, despite it being the right season, and diving every day while in the Bay Islands, we had failed to see a single whale shark on our aquatic adventures. Whale sharks are massive spotted fish, the world´s biggest at up to 12.5 metres long (some free pub quiz facts for you there) which, because they only eat fish eggs, are perfectly safe to snorkel with. Having also failed to see whale sharks while snorkelling my way down Western Australia ten years ago, this was now a bit of an Ahab-like obsession for me, but more Spotted Dick than Moby Dick.

Anyway, the Cancun area of Mexico had guaranteed sightings of the spotty mega-fish for two more weeks, and my obsession was strong enough to make us completely hop over two countries to splash around with them.

This involved an overnight stay in yet another scary Honduran city, made even scarier first by a tropical storm so powerful that water started flowing into our taxi, and second because the storm caused a power failure in half the city that meant finding and sitting in our hostel in pitch darkness. To add to this, we had booked our flights with Maya Island Air, who are not exactly in the world´s top ten carriers. Their logo looks like it has been designed by a child, and we were a little concerned that their planes had been too. But we felt reassured when greeted at the check-in desk by some very heavily made-up teenagers called Cindi and Jessie. We knew these were their names because they had written them in marker pen on the back of their flouro waistcoats. And added little lovehearts around the names too. Bless. Cindi and Jessie gave us our boarding passes at the desk. And then collected them again at boarding. We were slightly concerned that they were the only two employees of Maya Island Air, and that they would take it in turns to fly the plane and serve the drinks. But we got there in one piece, with the added bonus of some awesome views of the Belizean cayes that we would be visiting after Mexico.

As soon as we arrived in the Yucatan peninsula, I had a really good feeling about the place. Still undeniably a Latino country, Mexico´s proximity to the States means it has US standard customer service, roads, pricing, hygiene, accommodation, food, etc – all very exciting after the lottery of standards that you get throughout the rest of the region. We hired a car and headed off to Isla Holbox to hunt for Spotted Dick. The island itself was a surprise highlight, with gorgeous white sand beaches, fancy bars, and a massive US-standard hotel room with the air condition set to ´ball freezing´. Hurrah!

Isla Holbox – Caribbean beauty, US-standards, AWESOME!

But we weren´t there to drink mojitos and sprawl across the luxurious kingsize bed (although that was all very nice). Armed with plenty of seasickness pills, I was happy to endure a two hour boat ride in the Gulf of Mexico´s hurricane season for a chance to swim with world´s biggest fish. And I was not disappointed. Once our captain located the school of whale sharks we started seeing more and more huge fins and tails in the water, along with the giant manta rays which were also chomping on a huge slick of fish eggs (who would imagine that two of the most impressive creatures of the deep live off caviar, the ponces). The size of the whale sharks as they went past the boat was unbelievable, and once we finally got to swim with them their scale was almost overwhelming. Despite their graceful movements, these things can really shift, and you have to kick like mental to keep up with them. This only added to the adrenaline in what was without doubt the most exciting wildlife experience we have ever had. We each had about four turns of swimming alongside these incredible creatures, which made for some pretty awesome photo opportunities:

Searching for Spotted Dick

Spotted Dick found!

Bloody big fish!!

Bloody big fish gobbling down caviar, the big ponce

Definitely worth waiting ten years for

It was pretty hard to top this amazing experience, but the rest of the Yucatan peninsula did a damn good job trying. With a hire car and a great road network, we saw several really amazing sites over the next few days. I would highly recommend this area for more of a normal holiday, i.e. when you have a little less than eight months to spare. We based ourselves in Playa del Carmen, which is a very classy (and very un-backpackery) resort with the perfect balance of beautiful white sand beaches and turquoise waters, with all the Western luxuries you could wish for - which were things like a Wal Mart for me, after travelling through Central America for months, but also lots of fancy bars and the like, for those of you who still have normal Western standards.

From Playa del Carmen you can reach lots of really impressive Mayan ruins, including Chichen Itza, with the biggest Mayan pyramid in the world, and Tulum, which was right on the beach, like some kind of ancient holiday resort. There are so many that we had one practically to ourselves – well, us and some MASSIVE tarantulas we saw on the way.

Ex Balam – a Mayan temple all to ourselves, and some giant hairy spiders

The mighty Chitchen Itza

Tulum – some sort of Mayan holiday resort

There is also great scuba diving in the warm tropical waters of the Gulf of Mexico, and in the bloody freezing waters of hundreds of different cenotes, an ancient network of caves which were sacred to the ancient Mayans but you can now scuba dive in past huge stalactite formations. If the idea of being trapped underwater with no access to natural light or air, until you surface in a cave full of bats, doesn´t frighten the bejesus out of you.

Stu looking really comfortable about diving in a freezing bat cave

Phew, light at the end of the cave

And if you´d rather sit in a Benidorm-style resort, take part in a wet t-shirt competition and pay 16 dollars for a burger, there is always Cancun up the road as well. We decided to pass on that though.

So I think the Yucatan has been one of my favourite parts of the trip. I reckon I will be back!

Sarah (and Stu, currently snoozing at the airport in Costa Rica… on the way back from Cuba to go back to Mexico to then fly to London. Don´t ask.)

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