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Trip Start Jul 29, 2005
Trip End Aug 15, 2005

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Saturday, July 30, 2005

Great story. You gotta hear this one.

But before we get to it, let me explain why I was kinda happy to get away from Cancun. So during the night I was actually too cold. I was going to turn off the A/C but figured, eh, might as well get my money's worth. So when I woke up in the morning, the A/C had turned off automatically and was broken. Grrreat. I was so afraid that they wouldn't give me back my safety deposit because I ruined their A/C. Well at least they didn't know my real name. The guy at the desk kept calling me Raymond. I didn't really correct him, because frankly, I knew I was leaving and didn't care to stop him. So I was pretty glad he didn't know my real name. He could never track me down for ruining his A/C! So I decided that for the rest of the trip, I'd go by Raymond. Why not, right? Well the A/C wasn't broken. Just overworked. I hit it a few times and it went back on. Just as I was leaving the hostel too... Before I left though, I made sure to put on a slathering of suntan lotion. The sun was deadly today.

So I was heading off to Tulum to see the ruins and spend a night on the beach with a cabana. I thought it would be nice to actually make a stop in Mexico instead of, you know, just heading straight to Belize. I landed in Mexico, might as well make the best of it. So I went to the bus station and saw that there were only two buses to Tulum. 10:00 and 2:30. Oh no, just missed the 10:00. Well actually, I was on the wrong side. I asked about it and found out they leave every 15 minutes. I was looking at the express schedule. Oh. Neat. Caught the 10:30 bus. I knew that the first stop was going to be Playa de Carmen and the second was going to be Tulum. So I had to get off at the second stop. At the first stop, it was pretty neat because these Germans came by and sat next to me. I was the only non-Mexican on the bus, so it was neat to talk in English with people. They said they were going to Chetumal today. I told them I was going to Tulum and was excited about the ruins. She kept on correcting me, no, you're going to Chetumal, right? I was like, oh okay, if that's it's real name, cool. Didn't know. Soon enough I was on the bus for 2 whole hours. Tulum is only like 1 hour away from Cancun. I finally asked the German girl next to me about Tulum. She told me she got on the bus at Tulum.

Really? But that was the first stop. It was supposed to have gone to Play de Carmen first. Oh well. I was on my way somewhere. I could just get off at the next stop, learn what's there and then head to Belize tomorrow...or...I could just go to Chetumal, find my way to Belize and spend the night somewhere along the way to Belize. I mean, it was my original intention anyway, to just head straight to Belize. Yeah, I liked the sound of it, and it was going with the flow. Anyway, the stops I saw along the way looked a bit too authentic. As in, they don't get tourists ever, and I'd have to speak Spanish exclusively and there was no guarantee there was going to be actual lodging. For some reason, I was worried about my backpack getting stolen every time someone got off the bus, or that someone took it off at Tulum because of the tag. Eventually I just said, you know what, if someone steals my backpack (I read stories before I left of this happening), then I just deal, it's part of the adventure and it's just like arriving last at a non-elimination leg on the Amazing Race. As long as I had my journal, camera and guidebook, I was golden. So for the rest of the trip, I never let those three things out of my sight.

So I stayed on the bus until Chetumal. The German girl had a blast when I told her of my story. But really, I spent 6 bucks to get to "Tulum" when it's 20 bucks for a ticket to get to Chetumal. Ha. A free trip from Tulum to Chetumal. Bonus. And that's the great story. And it's exactly why you'll rarely see me on a bus these days. I never know when to get off. It happens all the time unless I've lived in the city for ages and they announce every stop. I was good with Vitrasa in Vigo, because I knew the city well. But Sao Paulo, Minneapolis and Cancun? Never failed to get off at the wrong time. Sao Paulo cost us three hours out of the way. Minneapolis was a quick transfer, but I got off at the wrong stop. And Cancun? Stayed on the bus an extra five hours longer than I should've. Classy.
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tattooluum on

Tulum will do that to you wiht its "sychronicity"...its always an adventure!!!!

Alex on

hm I read the first couple posts but I can't keep on reading. You are so freakin "american".. I going to read someone else's blog who really appreciate traveling

bsuarez on

Sadly, I don't disagree. I was way too paranoid on my first trip alone out of the USA. My travel experiences have been much less "American" since this one. I'm quite embarrassed of who I was back in that trip. I didn't really hit my groove until I got to Placencia, Belize.

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