Tulum
Trip Start
Jun 16, 2008
1
21
23
Trip End
Sep 01, 2008
We spent three nights in Tulum at the Weary Traveller hostel just down the road from the bus station. Our first night was spent around the hostel, sitting in the hammocks, cooking some food on the barbeque and drinking beer. Just as we were heading to the room for the night a guy named David from Oldham, who we have now seen in Puerto Viejo (Costa Rica), San Juan del Sur (Nicaragua) and Tulum, asked us if we fancied going to a bar down the road. Ellie was feeling ill and Laura was tired from working at Legoland 23 hours a day before she joined us, so it was just me and Rachael left.
After Rachael had spent an eternity getting ready, we headed downstairs to join the group going out but we were too late as they had just left. After some poorly orchestrated stalking by Rachael, we had lost David so went to the bar across the road from our hostel where they sold us a beer in a plastic cup and told us they were closing. We thought we knew vaguely which club the group were going to so we drank our beers on the five block walk and ended up in 'After Discoteque' where the group wasn't to be found but Sean Paul, salsa and dirty dancing middle-to-old-aged couples were. A good night and four hours later we walked back, stopping to buy some "Mayan crisps" and water along the way, before we arrived back at the hostel at 5am!
The following day was spent on the beach before we returned to the hostel to get showered before heading for 2 for 1 pizza at a restaurant, pizza 'con cebolla' as I had specifically asked not to have! It was Saturday night that we realised why the room was as cheap as it was, because without the aid of alcohol the lack of air conditioning was felt.
Sunday was again spent on the beach but the day began with a nasty discovery as a guy came to fumigate our room, telling us that we had bed bugs, explaining the bites we had all got. When we got back from the beach we decided to try and speak to the hostel manager to ask why our room wasn't checked and fumigated before we had slept there for two nights and to try and get compensated in some way. Me and Ellie locked into Apprentice-style negotiations with him in his office and, despite catching him out several times, he clearly wasn't going to give us anything except his kind advice that we should steam our bags before we left to stop the spread!
A bit pissed off with his attitude we went for a nice meal and a few drinks. When we got back to the hostel the manager told Ellie there was something on her bed. After wondering whether it was more bed bugs, fleas, leeches or some other nasty parasite, it turned out to be a note from him explaining that he had had a hard day and was sorry for the way he had been with us! Faced with the prospect of a final night in the infested and boiling hot room we went to numb the senses at 'After' again.
After Rachael had spent an eternity getting ready, we headed downstairs to join the group going out but we were too late as they had just left. After some poorly orchestrated stalking by Rachael, we had lost David so went to the bar across the road from our hostel where they sold us a beer in a plastic cup and told us they were closing. We thought we knew vaguely which club the group were going to so we drank our beers on the five block walk and ended up in 'After Discoteque' where the group wasn't to be found but Sean Paul, salsa and dirty dancing middle-to-old-aged couples were. A good night and four hours later we walked back, stopping to buy some "Mayan crisps" and water along the way, before we arrived back at the hostel at 5am!
The following day was spent on the beach before we returned to the hostel to get showered before heading for 2 for 1 pizza at a restaurant, pizza 'con cebolla' as I had specifically asked not to have! It was Saturday night that we realised why the room was as cheap as it was, because without the aid of alcohol the lack of air conditioning was felt.
Sunday was again spent on the beach but the day began with a nasty discovery as a guy came to fumigate our room, telling us that we had bed bugs, explaining the bites we had all got. When we got back from the beach we decided to try and speak to the hostel manager to ask why our room wasn't checked and fumigated before we had slept there for two nights and to try and get compensated in some way. Me and Ellie locked into Apprentice-style negotiations with him in his office and, despite catching him out several times, he clearly wasn't going to give us anything except his kind advice that we should steam our bags before we left to stop the spread!
A bit pissed off with his attitude we went for a nice meal and a few drinks. When we got back to the hostel the manager told Ellie there was something on her bed. After wondering whether it was more bed bugs, fleas, leeches or some other nasty parasite, it turned out to be a note from him explaining that he had had a hard day and was sorry for the way he had been with us! Faced with the prospect of a final night in the infested and boiling hot room we went to numb the senses at 'After' again.


Comments
Bed-sitters
Hope your bites are getting better and you suffer no more with the little buggers. Just make sure your sleeping bag is fumigated before bringing it back; remember you're an etymologist, not an entomologist. See you soon,
Love Dad 'n' Mum