Our final destination in Mexico is Tulum. Another ancient Mayan settlement which, compared to the others, has a useful ace up its sleeve; the fact that it sits on a cliff overlooking the Caribbean Sea.
In truth, the ruins aren’t brilliant. Less substantial that what we’re accustomed to seeing in terms of both size and design (we’re so demanding these days). But what a location. Life must’ve been good 1800 years ago if this was the view when you got up in the morning.
Tulum itself is a funny old place. If you’d rocked up here 20 years ago you would doubtless have the pick of a string of backpacker beach huts nestled beneath the ruins. It would have been a fiver a night and a beer and a taco would’ve set you back a quid.
Pelican(s) Crossing.
Not now. This is by some distance the most expensive part of the country we’ve been to. A Margarita in Puerto Escondido = £1.50, in Tulum = £8. An Enchilada in Puebla = £3, in Tulum = £9.
I guess it’s similar to Ibiza vs. mainland Spain, all the beautiful people want to hang out and be seen here and are happy to pay silly prices in order to do so.
Wildlife giving us the eye.
Needless to say, despite being just as beautiful as our well-heeled neighbours, we’re buying all our booze and food at the supermarket. The beach is beautiful, and it’s free, so that’s where we spend most of our time.
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