Ok, so I rock up to Tulum after arriving from Havana to pick up a friend filled with inspiration to go to Guatemala and study some more Spanglish (official language of the sazzle kingdom now), just 1 night...easy right?.....1 month later I finally left. For those of you have been before think you´ll know this story already. Whilst Tulum ain't exactly the vibrating valley of Mcleod Ganj, or hill tribes of Laos, it definetely has its thing going on. Over the last month managed to blag a house to stay in (muchas gracias Line), meet some brilliant nutz travelers from around the globe who let me get drunk with them for a month, watch metre long turtles lay eggs on white beaches, do my first cavern dive, try to kidnap a dog, be introduced to the magical talking sea in Xcalak, escape everyones strange typhoid/dengue/something thats needs quarentining disease, swim in lagoons and cenotes and at night with the beautiful phosphorus, mantra every day that Bruce & I are leaving definitely tomorrow...manana manana, learn several Spanish swear words and fail miserably at opening beer bottles with lighters.
oh and of course, wouldnt be right without a few fiestas on the beach... good times good times..heres a few memories, and really am going to Guatemala....tomorrow
Heres to the Tulum crowd..... Buenas Buenas!
