Serenidad Shardon
Travel Blogs from Punta Allen
Tulum & Chicken Pizza
... for the rest of the afternoon and night. Also got some washing done which hadn’t been done in a few weeks. Starting to smell like backpackers!
Day 5
Another day of ****** weather, maybe we are getting out of Mexico just in time! An easy walk to the bus stop were we paid our 130 pesos to get back to Cancun. Not the greatest bus, bad smell not much AC definitely an experience.
Arrived ...
Life in ruins. Life's a beach.
... high speed bobble the bike sped over, I did manage to spot the path which led to the beach and made for it. The sand quickly brought the bike to a halt and I was spared. This was the kind of scene which I had envisioned when the idea of cycling everywhere was first mooted. Unfortunately, on the way home from the beach, Alejo did come off his bike after hitting a stone in the middle of the path. Several eye-watering cuts and bruises would have had me feeling sorry ...
Peace Out Playa
... above was a little slice of heaven.
I also found a lovely little restaurant near my place called 100% Natural that had sauces so fresh they made me moan, cactus omeletes, and all the greens my heart could desire.
I've enjoyed wandering around on my own and sampling ceviche places. The weather has been perfect. The beach is beautiful. But I've been starting to get bored. I need a shock of something. So, time to move on!
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Tempelridder og beachbum. Livet er jammen hardt...
... helt ute paa noen klipper med vakre strender rett under, og er ganske vanlige aa se paa postkort fra dette omraadet. Tulum by er igrunnet et ganske lite sted uten de altfor vanlige kveldstilbudene, saa den foerste natten ble det bare til at vi ble vaerende paa hostellet. Dagen etter, dvs loerdag, ble det et ganske lystig lag etter den allerde nevnte strandturen, som til slutt endte i en kort tur til en lokal bar. Det flotte med dette hostellet er at man kan kjoepe diverse ...
Underneath a Mexican Moon
I report success! We have escaped Senor Froglandia!
After the Galleria-like horrors of Playa del Carmen and Cozumel, we have rented a beach bungalow in Tulum, about thirty miles south of Playa.
Despite a wee scuffle in the Playa del Carmen bus terminal (we were inexplicably bumped up to first class and then charged for the privilege, with the accompaniment of much hand-waving, weeping, and rapid-fire Spanish), and after being offered drugs, ...