Yax Ha Resort Chetumal
Av. Yucatan No. 415 Col. Yucatan Chetumal, Yucatan Peninsula, Mexico
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Taxi swarm
... we three have laughingly come to call it the “taxi swarm ‘n blockade”. Meanwhile, traffic continued busily in the three lanes on the opposite side of the boulevard and in the one remaining open lane on our side, with nary a highway patrol car or police car in sight to question the illegal traffic stoppage.
Gabino jumped out of the van to find out what was going on. It seemed that Buzz Cut was in charge of the many drivers, and ...
Mexican Border Boat Dash, Soldiers, Guns, Drug Dog
... we had arrived he had given me his hand to steady myself out of the speedboat. Mow he waited on the jetty to allow me to climb up first and make sure I was OK, how extraordinarily kind!
And we were off... a FAST boat across the ocean, wind blowing from the speed, some sun, some cloud, much wide ocean water with not a thing in sight except for the occasional palm tree lined or sandy island. Here we were, making a dash for the Mexican ...
Driving to Belize With Tiny Dogs
... I
thought later have arranged this taxi-leader with “Chuck,” from the
“Notel” before embarking – brilliant!
Passing Road Pleasure
Mexican roads are generally good ones. The toll-roads are especially
good. The road to Veracruz, (our next goal) from Tampico narrows to a
two-lane one, after just a few miles. The terrain begins to turn hilly
as the road raises up, and away from the coast toward the highlands. On
...
Caribbean here we come
... and it sure was refreshing.
I hate to tell you how nice it is to
feel the warm air and look out over the Caribbean sea, so you may
want to skip this paragraph. We can hear crickets tonight, after
dark, still warm in a T shirt. We are far away from any major roads
so it is very quite. Eyes are getting heavy, will sleep well.
Buenos Noches
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Una cosa diferente hacer mientras esperando un bus
... at the end of what I expected to be a very uneventful day. Just one of the things I love about backpacking is the spontaneity that is so widely present, and being alone allows me to make whatever decisions I want to make my day as good for me as possible. I had no idea when I woke up that morning that I was definitely leaving Caye Caulker, that I would be ditched at the border and end up taking another bus to a different part of town whereby ...


