We arrived in Mexico, exhausted and excited. Our flight arrived in Cancùn, the most important city of Yucatàn Peninsula, but the chaos of a over-crowded city famous for its resorts and nightlife was definitely not for us.
Me and Mario are strong supporters of fly and drive vacations so, as soon as we entered into our mangy mexican car, we happily drove to Tulum. At home, we had heard about the beautiful ruins of this pre-colombian walled city just in front of the caribbean sea, and we though to find a big touristic city nearby.
Once arrived, we discovered that Tulum is a city full of tourists indeed, but so small that it’s literally impossible to get lost into. It seemed that all the life of the city was located on the sides of the main road and, sitting in front of their home doors, quiet Mexicans chat quietly in the dark smoking a sigarette.
The morning after we did a lot of walking and exploring. It turned out that Tulum coast was ‘the land of the resorts’, with fancy restaurants and beach bars. Pretty disappointed, we took the advice of our hostel owner and we went to see Coba ruins and the Grand Cenote.
It was marvellous. Coba is a small and not particularly remarkable but still impressive archeological site. We rented a bike to ride among the ruins, avoiding the crowd and the hot.
But the best part of the day was without doubt the exploration of the Grand Cenote where, while we were swimming in its crystal water, we were surrounded by eight hungry turtles who stole all my fish food. I wouldn’t had said that a turtle could be so cheeky.
The second day we finally went to visit Tulum Ruins. It was incredibly hot and hundreds of tourists groups were invading the place, shouting and using their cameras as weapons. We ran away as fast as we could. It was a pity to rush through the ruins, but hot weather and mass tourism is a fatal combo.