Hotel Laguna Bacalar
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- Swimming pool
- Free parking
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After a mellow breakfast at the hostel followed by a calm wait at the bus station our journey became exponentially more stressful once we were on the road and Stuart reached for the rucksack to pull out his iPad only to find it wasn't there. ****! He'd left it in the kitchen where he was listening to it while he made his toast and neither of us had remembered it when it was time to leave. Knowing that the next bus stop ...
... you imagine it to be. Sleepy, dusty streets with very few street lights. The shops are small family affairs, usually dark inside so you're never really sure if they're open, but often painted bright, garish colours on the outside. Luckily we find our hotel again before it gets dark and decide that an early night isn't necessarily a bad thing. Like an over excited child, the sun is going to be waking us up in the morning long before we should be ...
... in Central America, maybe Latin America even. The driver did a really good job in convincing me to go, and all I had to do was jump in and put my stuff on the roof.
As much as I would have liked that, I ended up walking back through that shady neighborhood towards the bus terminal. I had figured that there would now be “good” people on the street, but I suppose that because it was a Sunday this was not the case. So I saw all kinds of ...
There is bad weather arriving, I take the best breakfast ever (eggs benedict, croissant, chaya, onion, portobello, curried hollandaise sauce and bacon) and then try for a quick boat to Cancun before the waves get too big. I make some time for the baby turtles in their farm. As the weather today is going to be terrible anyway , I take a long bus back down the coast to Bacalar so hopefully tomorrow will be more ...
I was woken up last night when my ceiling fan short circuited and sprayed fire all over my bed. I decided to change hostels. I pack a day bag and head to the bus station at dawn, but the first bus to Calakmul jungle reserve is at noon. I realise I won't have enough daylight to see the Mayan ...