Monday, August 07, 2023

Mexico - Yucatan, Quintana Roo, Campeche

Anna's entry:

We finally landed at the Manuel Crescencio Rejón International Airport...  It has been two years since we travelled internationally due to the global shutdown, but it felt even longer.  The first thing I remember after stepping out of the airport was a so-familiar sensation - tropical air hitting me on the face, and the scents and sounds that I missed so much.  We were actually supposed to be in a different "M.E." part of the world at this time - Middle East. However, due to personal circumstances (and geopolitical events), I had to re-route and re-plan the entire trip, and brought us to a different "M.E." - Mexico that is.  It has been a while (about 18 years to be exact) since the last time we visited Mexico.  A lot has changed in those years...  And, yet - coming here this time was like reconnecting with an old friend.  I really needed this M.E. trip for ME - the recent (and not so recent) devastating events finally had their impact on me.  I think I started to forget what it was like to have a good laugh, or just smile for no apparent reason - just feeling happy and experiencing life as we know it...  I realized that a re-set was needed, and so I'd decided to make my first humble attempt to return to our familiar world - world of travel, where every day we have a chance to start again...  


 

Merida

A blaring Bon Jovi's Livin' on a Prayer song was our first introduction to Merida as we boarded an old bus packed with locals from a highway stop near the airport.  I found that particular song quite symbolic to start the journey, under the circumstances.  About half an hour later, we got off the bus in the center of Merida surrounded by traffic, noise, crowds, narrow lanes, market stalls, sellers, buyers, and oh-so-familiar from so many prior travel experiences - a sense of the initial conundrum and disorientation.  And, just like riding a bicycle or getting back in a saddle, it took only a moment to regain the confidence and start moving in the right direction. 

I had pre-selected a place for us to stay at.  It was about 1.5 kilometers walking distance from the Merida's center.  We walked along narrow lanes surrounded by magnificent colonial buildings to reach our respite.  A lovely young Mexican-Spanish couple was running this adobe, and I chose to stay in a private tiny simple bungalow in their garden surrounded by orange trees.  We had our own outside area and even a small pool. It felt like a little oasis to escape the noise of the city and have a peaceful breakfast every morning there.  We also had access to the fully equipped family's kitchen and a fridge - a big deal in the tropical conditions.  Every other day we would go to a huge local market and load up on the ripest local fruits - the most delicious, sweet and candy-like papayas, mangoes and pineapples.  We were a short walking distance from a local cathedral and a plaza which every Tuesday evening local residents would utilize for their dancing under the stars. And, then there were all those dearly missed local treats - sweet and creamy horchatas and pina coladas, and my new personal favourite - queso de bollo helados (cheese ice cream).  We would eat all our meals at local eateries packed with local families, and on occasion would pick up a couple of cheese-cake slices desserts from a supermarket to go with my morning coffee.  And, little by little, smiles began returning...  

Merida is known to be a vibrant cultural capital - every night there was a performance or festivity taking place in the central plazas - right under the night sky.  There were so many free outdoor events happening all the time, and the city was so safe to walk around and enjoy at any time of day or night.  In many ways, the architecture kept reminding me of various parts of the city I grew up in - St. Petersburg, Russia.  And, so was the city's attitude - the outgoing nature to enjoy and embrace the celebrations and culture.  We attended tons of activities, both local and international - dancing on a square to local bands, being mesmerized by passionate Flamenco performers, embracing heart-evoking Arabic singing, enjoying incredible African acrobats, and witnessing a pok-a-tok - the ancient Maya ball game...  This was also the first time that I finally understood jazz - that night's performance left me absolutely speechless.  And, my most memorable connection - embracing, without holding any tears back, a highly emotional and beautiful performance by a Portuguese singer - right under the stars and night sky, surrounded by historical cathedral walls with moonlight falling on our shoulders...  I had a flood of memories and associations during her performance - it was intense, but therapeutic at the same time...  

Every day brought moments and associations that made me appreciate again the time and the journey... I began returning to my usual self.  I began feeling things again.  And, it was just the beginning...



















 

Piste & Chichén Itzá - the REAL one 

And then there was rain...  They say that the Mayans used to sacrifice humans by throwing them into a cenote to appease the God of rain.  A modern version of that must be packing a cenote with an unlimited number of tourists.  And, there were or a LOT of them being brought in by tour buses from all directions.  In either case, it worked - it has been raining non-stop here, in Piste-Chichén Itzá.

Originally, I chose to stay in Piste to position us a walking distance to the famous Chichén Itzá so we could get there right after sunrise and avoid tourist crowds - after all, Chichén Itzá is considered to be one of the New Seven Wonders of the World .  However, after further and more detailed research I concluded that Chichén Itzá was absolutely not worth it.  Temple of Kukulkan - the hype of the entire tourist circus just did not seem that "wonder" to me.  Sure, it is a very cleverly built and designed structure with various implications related to astronomy, etc. - however, having visited so many other grand sites such as Palenque, Tikal, etc., the Kukulkan seemed just OK.  Maybe it is all the hype and non-stop tourist buses that really turned me off the place like this, but I ABSOLUTELY REFUSED to join the circus.

Instead, I decided to dedicate our time here to exploring the cenotes and enjoying the local life.  It most definitely paid off.  Not being in a hurry, local people would stop and chat with us, many of them proudly sharing stories about their Mayan background. We found several local inexpensive eateries that treated us very well; the place where we stayed also saw us to be different and not typical tourists which resulted (I must admit) in preferential treatment - such as unexpected extra treats "on a house".  One afternoon, a hotel lady brought us two varieties of local beers to try absolutely for free!  And, other days, the hotel employees were happy to include us in their routine, but unusual activities - such as retrieving their pet parrots from the tall trees and roofs and settling them in for the night - which was quite a procedure.  And, my personal favourite - a lovely humble Mayan gentleman who would keep replenishing sweet bread for us in the morning that he would pick up from a local store.  He would commute by bicycle every day, and one morning having arrived at our hotel, he immediately started removing all the rain water accumulated on our little porch so we could enjoy our coffee and sweet treats - a cozy morning routine that became a small tradition.  I also remember that parrots were absolutely "pissed" that day...  Due to the massive rain, the hotel staff were busy and did not take the parrots out first thing in the morning of their nightly home (i.e. cages) - poor parrots had to "endure" wet dripping towels (served as their roof) for longer that they cared too, and they behaved very feisty the rest of the day.  

We also would venture on a few walks around Piste village and stopping at random places - to pick up a simple local desert or trying a (free) delicious xtabentun sample, or pause and observe dilapidated houses covered in vines, or just sit down in so-called "kissing chairs" near old and brightly painted church walls and just watch the world go by.  Once, while having a bowl of soup at a family-run eatery by the road side, a pack of stray dogs came by - one of the dogs decided that my backpack would become his pillow, and he unceremoniously placed his head on my lap and fell asleep while standing.  In some strange way, it all made sense.  A pure wholesome simplicity of things - either that, or the dog was waiting to leak my soup bowl, and I would prefer to think it was the former.  In either case, accepting Piste and its slow pace of life, away from tourist crowds, was exactly what I enjoyed about it.  For me, it is the real side of Chichén Itza and the gentle nature of its residents was the true wonder of the world...
 






 
Cenote Ik Kil and Tsukan Sentuario
 
Regarding the cenotes... The secret was to get there early.  We actually had the ENTIRE cenote to ourselves almost for an hour, and it was truly magical.  I remember floating in the water surrounded by reflections of massive colorful stalagmites - they looked like hands and fingers of a giant frozen in time for centuries...  Above our heads there were domes opening to the sky and hundreds if birds were circling over and over among long tree roots descending from the sky...  "WOW!" moment for sure.  An hour later, once the tourists came, the magic stopped.  But, the hour before then - that one I WILL remember.  

We used public transport only - no tours, no taxis.  One of the cenotes was a bit "complicado" to return from - the highway was very narrow and there was no shoulder to walk on, so we waited on the side of the road in hopes that a public bus would be able to slow down a bit for us to hop on.  We waited barely five minutes as a construction-type truck stopped, and a gentleman driver honked at us and invited us to hop in.  We found out that this gentleman was originally from Lebanon, and while driving us back to our town, he shared a story with us about his previous life in Lebanon, about his family and other personal details.  And when the time came for us to get off his truck, he categorically refused to accept any payment whatsoever for a ride.  How could such wonderful genuine personal interactions can even compare with artificial hype of any tour packages, or running around sites packed with loud tourists?! 
 
For us, Chichén Itzá was about its people and their kind hearts, and to me - THIS is the REAL wonder of the world...  
 
(note - thank you to my travel compatriots for sharing their cenotes photographs!)








Valladolid
 
Founded by the Spanish in 1545, Valladolid is a very picturesque city.  However, walking along its pretty lanes and cobble streets, it is very difficult to ignore the gruesome, bloody history that is hiding just a layer behind the pretty colours of the classical buildings.  Valladolid was established to demonstrate the Spanish dominance over the Mayan population.  The indigenous people went through a hell of colonization, inquisition, tortures, slavery and pain.  It took almost four centuries for the city to re-gain its full Independence back.  Even now, as I was walking along narrow classical lanes, occasionally I could see pieces of old stones occasionally sticking out of the walls - those stones were likely the remains belonging to the original Mayan settlements.  Valladolid received the status of a "magical city" - the title is usually given to cities that "offer visitors special experiences because of their natural beauty, cultural richness and traditions".  For me this magical status has a different connotation.  I think the true magic about the city is its resilience and defiance, and most importantly - the gentle, soft spoken nature of its residents and Mayan descendants who, despite all odds, were able to preserve their true sense of pride and forgive the rest.  There must have been dozens of times by now that I would have a chat while stopping on a street, or at a local market, or just sitting in a park enjoying some local dessert that people would proudly share with me their Mayan background - they all seemed very gentle-hearted and welcoming.


















 
Valladolid - continues...
 
A family-run hotel in the center of Valladolid where we stayed was no exception.  We had a simple, but very comfortable room decorated in Mayan drawings and surrounded by a garden with old exotic trees and plants lining up a narrow walkway.  The buildings were painted in bright colors and we had access not just to one, but two kitchens well supplied with anything you may need.  There were several stations of various coffees and teas, chocolate cream, peanut butter, dolce de leche, honey, toast, fresh fruits, etc.  The hospitality was incredible -  the hotel owners instructed us to enjoy the treats any time we felt like having a snack, 24 hours a day.  And, I can tell you dolce de leche (being my weakness) on a fresh toast, along with fruits and 3-in-1 espresso sure came in super handy when we had to leave right after sunrise to catch a local colectivo to reach cenotes.  
 
We absolutely boycotted any boutique'ish restaurants or Western-catered eateries, and instead formed relationships with local eateries and food sellers. We had our own providers of papayas and pineapples at a local market (and by the way, someone who loves local fruits and has travelled a lot - I have to honestly say that the pineapples we kept buying from a local market seller in Valladolid were definitely the tastiest I have tried anywhere, the second closest would be those in Bangkok, Thailand).  We also had two local ladies that would sell very tasty homemade tamales from their little baskets.  Then, there was a cart-on-wheels selling super tasty tacos right on the street near our place.  And, on a number of occasions, we deviated from Mexican food - we formed a "gourmet relationship" with a Chinese family that had a tiny stall in a food court, and cooked up really tasty and cheap Chinese food.  
 
There were so many choices to enjoy the local way...  Every time we would pass a tourist-catered establishment I felt sorry for the Westerners - they had no idea that right under their nose there was so much more to be discovered, and they chose to be completely oblivious to it, or too afraid to try something different.  














Xcan Che Cenote

There was also one more place I wanted to explore outside the Valladolid walls - the Xcan Che cenote located on the Mayan land near the Ek Balam Ruins.  
Valladolid is surrounded by dozens of various cenotes. However, I'm very picky with sites that are known to tourists.  If possible, I usually try to select those that are more isolated which would allow us to discover and appreciate a more unspoiled nature and uniqueness of a place.  
 
We left for Xcan Che right at sunrise.  We were the first ones to arrive in Ek Balam, and headed straight to the path leading to the cenote.  We were given two rickety bikes to save us time walking along a crumbling rocky path.  The bicycles were making a lot of rambling noise which apparently woke up and startled two dogs living on a local Mayan farm. They begin chasing after Rob who was riding his bike faster and ahead of me.  Both dogs were going aggressively insane on each side of the bike - Rob kicking his legs left and right trying to get rid of the dogs.  In the matter of seconds I lost sight of Rob and dogs, feeling horrified and wondering if NOW would become the start of rabies injections...  A few minutes later, in the distance, I saw both dogs returning back in my direction.  I decided to jump off the bike and walk slowly trying to make as little rumbling noise as possible.  It worked - the dogs had no interest in me or my bike!  We both got lucky - Rob was never bit and I never had any close contact with those dogs at all.   
 
Having had an unexpected adventure with those stray dogs, we finally reached the cenote.  We were the very first people to enter its picturesque waters and had the entire cenote just to ourselves for a very long time.  We were surrounded by the ancient walls and the sky above us, and long-long roots of the trees hanging down from the edge of the cenote down to the water.  A waterfall was adding another exotic touch.  It was peaceful and calm.  We spend several hours in the water - swimming, snorkeling, floating, looking under and above us.  It wasn't only the nature, it was also a piece of history that we were encountering.  After all, the sacred deep cenotes are believed to have been used by the Mayans for their rituals and ceremonies - there may have been a lot of that history we were floating above...

Afterwards, we took a long walk around the top of the cenote that from above looked like a volcano crater filled with water.  There were also a few hammocks gently swinging in the breeze under the roof of Mayan palapas, and we rested in them for a while.  A few large iguanas were making their rounds - a reminder of this exotic place.  We took the same path back, this time there were no crazy dogs, and the bike ride back was peaceful.  We returned our bikes back to the Mayan gentleman, and took a local colectivo back to Valladolid.  Overall, Xcan Che was a bit of an adventure and a good experience to remember.  
 
 (thank you to my travel compatriots for sharing their cenotes photographs)
 







Bacalar - town
 
Located in the southern Quintana Roo, Bacalar is a sleepy and unassuming town positioned along the shore of a stunning vast lagoon extending all the way to the Belizean border.  The local community is quite laid-back and so far has not been ruined by tourism - though the change may be coming in the near future...

I selected a place to stay within a walking distance to the lagoon, allowing us to enjoy both sunrises and sunsets from floating docks. We had a small, but comfortable bungalow in el Centro built in the back garden belonging to several local families.  It was peaceful and authentic, we had no tourists in our location, and every morning would wake up to the sound of birds.  We located several family-run eateries and were enjoying local food and take-outs.  One of these places was called Pollos Chingones (which roughly can be translated into English as 'Fu**ing Chickens'), and we can say that the place really had a fu**ing delicious way of preparing the food - fresh, hot, flavourful, in large portions, with lots of side dishes and at budget prices.  At another local place with an opposite (and this time innocent) name of La Bendicion de Dios (meaning in English  'God's Blessing'), we enjoyed our lunches of panuchos, sopes, and (my fave) quesadillas served straight from the pan - fresh and hot with cheese melting inside that begged to be consumed along with a cold glass of horchata.  How could you go wrong with places like this?  Every time we would pass a restaurant packed with Western tourists consuming mediocre (and over-priced) dishes,  I laughed - how oblivious, rigid and afraid can they be not to make a slight effort and try anything authentic?

Another special thing about Bacalar settlement was an incredible amount of beautiful wall murals.  For such a small settlement, the creativity was striking.  Even tiny little haciendas had some artistic expressions on their colouful walls.  There was also an old fortress right in the center with many resident iguanas, and one of the locations from where to enjoy the sunrise over the lagoon. And, at night, the central plaza would be all lit up with locals enjoying their night out.

Towards the end of our stay, Rob and I also discovered a very peaceful part of the lagoon with an elevated and super long board walk over the clearest water.  There were several steep ladders descending to the water with an access for a very relaxing swim; and further down, the boardwalk took us over the mangroves where, around sunset time, we were fortunate to locate and watch for a while a large crocodile. 
 
There were many other possibilities to explore the lagoon itself.  The details of this exploration along with my impromptu adventure during the storm (which has become an unexpected highlight of this destination) follow below.  
 


























Laguna de Bacalar (and my "lovely" storm adventure)

We spent eight days in Bacalar, and for such a short period of time had our share of local adventures.  One of them was a trip (by public transport and a long hike) to the south end of the lagoon, where we had a chance to explore a very special phenomenon - stromatolites.  From what I understand, stromatolites are the oldest fossils on Earth dating back to more than 3 billion years ago. They were the dominant life form on Earth for over 2 billion years and are thought to be primarily responsible for the oxygenation of the atmosphere.  What is really cool is that some of those extremely rare specimens referred to as "living stromatolites" can still be found in a few places on Earth, and of them happens to be right here - Lagoon de Bacalar.  We were fortunate to have an opportunity to spend a day exploring them (both above and underwater).  What is not so fortunate is that for years those rare remaining living organisms have been abused by people and their invasive practices causing these rare stromatolites to almost completely be extinct. 

Exploring the lagoon 'of seven colous' further and wider was definitely on my list. There were so many beautiful and exotic parts of the lagoon, including pirates' channel, deep cenotes with mysterious names, small islands, harbours, etc.  I decided to rent a kayak and explore the vast lagoon area on my own.  I spent almost 7 hours kayaking with about 17 kilometers covered in total, and even had an unintentional "pleasure" to be bombarded by FOUR consecutive storms that developed all of a sudden.  Perfectly clear blue sky and beautiful placid lagoon transformed into dark clouds, strong winds, ferocious waves, almost zero visibility, a lot of rain...  At some point, I began asking myself "when will the tiger show up?" - referring to the Life of Pi book, of course. 

Sometimes, the wind was so strong that I could not physically turn my kayak in the direction I needed to go.  And, that was how I ended up sailing around massive fields of stromatolites, which were off limits to the general public under normal circumstances.  I saw so many of them, and they were so beautiful - and I was the only person there...  I just wish the circumstances were a bit more relaxing. 

By the way, during this storm I came across several tourist boats on their way to the shore.  NONE of the Western tourists inquired if I was OK or if I needed help.  While I was trying to stay afloat in my rickety kayak being pounded by the waves and wind, the Westerners were staring at me from their boats  - silently, with mouths half-opened, self-absorbed, with ignorant facial expressions; they seemed more preoccupied with their hats and dresses getting wet from the pouring rain.   See why I don't like Western tourists?   Did their attitude really surprise me?  Just a little...  I know that Westerners couldn't care less about the local people or about the negative impact on the local environment.  I naively thought, under the circumstances, they might feel at least some comradery with another Westerner - me, but obviously, I was wrong.  They seemed to have turned even more into creepier and more zombie-like types.  Oh, well...

At some point I accepted that kayaking may turn into swimming if the repetitive storms would not lighten up...  Luckily, my kayak was a sturdy old piece of sh.t, and that was EXACTLY what I needed.  It was like a rickety "tank" that kept on going regardless of being flooded from the inside and bombarded by waves from the outside from all directions.  Prior experience handling stressful situations helped, plus having travelled in Indonesia for a while sure left some memories of how the locals would handle similar waves while in their tiny rickety boats...  Long story short - at the end, everything went fine, I got back to my original launching point safely, and, of course, some memorable stories to share.   Local people told me later on that this season had been absolutely crazy in terms of unstable and unpredictable weather.  It is probably the new normal, I thought... 

 





 
(the photographs of the lagoon below were taken before the storm, could not hold on to my camera device during the actual storm)











Playa del Carmen
 
Many people associate Playa del Carmen with the ocean, beaches, expats, sex, drugs, and misbehaving.  It is a sort of Las Vegas of the Mayan Riviera.  But, I thought there had to be more to the city's soul, plus I've always liked challenges in figuring out something REAL and beautiful among the layers lost in stereotypes.  As it turned out, I was right.  The REAL city was there, you just had to be real yourself.
For starters, I had us stay in a place that was not a resort or hotel catering to typical tourists, it was a self-sufficient lodging with an independent traveller in mind.  We were located in the real heart of the city, even though it was close enough to the ocean strip.  All we had to do was just walk a few blocks away from the beach, and we found ourselves in a real neighborhood with local people living and enjoying their daily life and activities.  

We never attended any flashy or boutique restaurants catered to Western tourists (i.e. serving horribly overpriced and tasteless food).  Instead, every night we would join locals sitting in plastic chairs on the street set up around a mobile taco stand dishing out tasty, cheap tacos that we would dress up to our liking from multiple trays of fresh ingredients and top up with freshly squeezed limes and four kinds of salsas.  And, we would keep ordering more until we got our feel - the total bill for both of us never exceeded $5.  We got to know the owner as well who was there every night - he has been dishing out those tasty tacos in that very spot for 30 years.  A solid confirmation of local popularity and quality. 

Instead of subjecting ourselves to obnoxious loud music venues frequented by Westerners, we would join the locals in parks and squares dancing to the live music played by various bands.  On one such occasion I got invited by a musician from the Dominican Republic to join him for a salsa dance, which was fun.  

However, it was entertaining enough as well to stroll along the La Quinta Avenida (pedestrian lane stretching out for several kilometers), or as I called it "the central freak show" lane.  Hawkers, hookers, beggars, sellers, lady-boys, girly bars, Westerners, locals, blaring music, free alcohol samples, gaudy lights, etc. - it was entertaining to observe this side of Playa as well - in small amounts, of course.

And, as far as beaches go...  The tourist-catered locations were insane (in a bad way).  We could never comprehend how one could enjoy "the beach" laying completely sun burned among hundreds of bodies packed in close proximity under blaring sounds of bad music and listening to screaming kids or their obnoxious spoiled parents?  Why would you ever leave home, pay and subject yourself to tolerate such nonsense and pretend you like it?  None of it makes sense!  I prefer to do my research and find locations to enjoy exclusively for the nature, ocean, wildlife and personal connection.  Admittedly, those spots are hard to find and it takes effort to reach, but believe me - it is worth it!  Playa del Carmen was no exception.  There are most definitely such spots still remaining there, and for that reason they are even called Wild Beach and Playa del Amor.  Sure, it took us many kilometers to walk there, but the memories and stories will last for many years to come.
















 
Cenote Azul
 
If there was a postcard for the Paradise, cenote Azul would be one of the contenders.  It is a truly beautiful and tranquil place with crystal clear waters and submerged gold-tinted flat rocks, surrounded by arching trees and intensely blue skies.  That is only IF this magical location remains free of people - just nature itself.  The trick to avoid people is to arrive early and have the entire place to yourself, which is what we did.  Just an hour later, various tour groups began ascending, and the paradise was gone.  Luckily, the area was vast and consisted of five various cenotes.  So, Rob and I were able to find other peaceful spots to hide from tourists and their annoying pointless discussions, and enjoy the nature at its best.
 
I was able to swim with a turtle, and we also spent hours being eaten by the numerous resident fish - literally.  Well, specifically - the skin surface of our feet, toes and lower parts of legs became a "cleaning station" for the fish.  If we were staying still, in the water, the fish would start gently nibbling on the skin's dead cells - and they liked those snacks a lot.  At times, there were a couple of dozens of them enjoying little nips around our toes or heels.  The sensation was very tickling and overall very relaxing.  We have had a similar experience in another cenote years ago around the Tulum area, so we were familiar with what to expect.  The sad part is that that kind of fish is frequently enslaved by being placed in small tanks in tourist districts, and promoted as a "foot massage".  Every time I see that practice in a commercial setting, I feel disgusted.  It is only genuinely fun when it is on nature's terms, and fish would come and go as they please, which was the case at cenote Azul.  Other inhabitants around the cenote's vast area were iguanas, and we spotted a bunch of them while taking a hike around the area.  We were able to locate a couple of other secluded spots and enjoyed the peace as long as we could...
 
We returned back to Playa del Carmen the same way we came in - by a local inexpensive colectivo. It was almost sunset time.  We stood along the highway, and within minutes a public colectivo picked us up to take us back to the city - no need for taxi, or vehicle hire, or tour.  As almost always, we were the only "gringos" among the local people - yet again, it never ceases to amaze me how much tourists are missing out by not experiencing the country the local way.







 
 
Cancun

Mention to somebody about Cancun, and all the stereotypical images start appearing - packed beaches, resorts, tourists, taxis, spas, bars - basically the most boring staff we so much try to avoid, and successfully I must add.  Cancun is so much more than that - if only one tries to discover it.  It is actually a really large normal city with its own neighborhoods and culture where local people are living their lives, doing their daily activities, having fun and couldn't care less about the Western tourists and their often shallow (and frequently ignorant) views that they bring with them. 

We had a comfortable place near the city center, a walking distance to pretty much anything a person would need - a multitude of local eateries, supermarkets, bus station, local transport, parks and squares where local music and impromptu dancing would take place every night.  Our stay also coincided with the Carnival that lasted for five straight days and nights.  It was not a large-scale Carnival, and it was catered more towards the local residents and families (no alcohol allowed), but it certainly had a colorful touch.  For my taste it was a little too much "Rancherito" music, and I would have preferred more of a "Gasolina" myself, but what can you do...  The music and festivities would continue all the way to 3 a.m., and at one point, not being able to sleep, I decided it was better to go to the roof of our building and dance (instead of being annoyed), but the rest of the time we had a peaceful and enjoyable time.  Tons of tasty local food, great bakery items, excellent and cheap Chilean wine and local fruits - what could be better for a good visit? 

We also avoided beaches attached to resorts, and instead enjoyed several local ones - peaceful, with beautiful calm waters and easy to get to by public transport.  We did some long walks as well, and even discovered a crocodile on one of our nature hikes around the Nichupte lagoon.  

Cancun also has a large amount of creative artistic murals!  You could spend an entire day walking around neighborhoods and taking photographs of beautifully orchestrated art creations along the buildings.  And the colours, variety and themes were absolutely fantastic!  Nothing like that around the tourists' hotel zone (which is pretty sterile in comparison), and that is yet another perk of staying in the real Cancun surrounded by local neighborhoods.




























 

Merida (again) 

We have returned back to Merida - to continue our journey further West towards Campeche, and also up North - towards the coast, along the Gulf of Mexico.  This time in Merida we would spend only a few days.  Merida's whimsical festival of music and culture had completed a few weeks prior, and so did the "funsies" of the Carnaval...  And, a sense of reality made its way back to the city's dusty streets...  The temperature was soaring, pollution increasing, and the locals were getting more irritable.  We did not follow too far behind - this time around, I also began feeling a sense of irritability.  In my case, the real side of Merida (mostly pollution and traffic) was starting to get to me...  What also did not help was our new accommodation - we stayed at the same family-run place (which still remained super friendly and hospitable), but our cute little bungalow in the back garden was not available, and we had a more modern room with a balcony on the top floor of the hacienda.  There was nothing wrong with our room except for the intolerable stink - the sewer gases were pouring from the bathroom drain non-stop, and no plug or opened windows could fix the issue.  When I would open our door to the balcony to get some fresh air - a shot of pollution from the traffic would burst in.  We are used to this kind of thing from extensive travels over the world, but sewer gas and pollution smog is something hard to grow fond of...  So, to minimize the factor of irritability, I took it upon myself to discover new neighbourhoods in Merida and other towns in the region.   That way, the excitement of new adventures would justify the uncomfortable practical situation and make it more worthwhile putting up with. 

The plan worked, and we enjoyed a few new discoveries, one of which was a "yellow city of Izamal".  The story follows below...









 Izamal - the Yellow City

Having travelled in a "blue city" and a "white city" in Morocco, it was time to expand the colour range...  Izamal, also known as a "yellow city", certainly got my attention as the next contender.  

We took a local colectivo from Merida to reach Izamal.  The ride was long, I had a front seat with a polite Mexican gentleman next to me.  Rob's seat was towards the end of the van.   At some point, I remember the driver passing to me a huge amount of bills all tied up by a rubber band...  Now, I am used to the fact that drivers normally ask (and sometimes extort) money from passengers, so you could understand my surprise when the driver insisted I hold on to the large sum of "cash'iola".  I made a joke "Regalito?  Cumpleanos?" ("Little gift?  Birthday?").  He laughed and began slowing his car down...  There was an official-looking guy in a uniform standing at a random intersection along a highway - is the driver actually using me to bribe the guy up???  We are in Mexico - remember???  Sure, an innocent looking girl like myself, with a thick fold of money - who would refuse such a chance?  Within seconds, we pulled over, and the driver motioned me to use the opened window and pass all the cash to the guy in the uniform.  I waved back and forth my arm, as if uncertain whether to give or not to give the money - the guy in the uniform laughed and grabbed the stash from me.  And, he was the good guy - apparently, ever so often, the drivers pass all the cash to an appointed transport collector who would meet them along various highways.  Maybe not to risk losing all the money collected from passengers over a long day, or maybe for some other logical reason.  In either case, a bit of a local experience.

Now, back to the YELLOW part - the city that is.  Izamal was truly yellow and very pretty!  Colonial arches, cobblestone alleys, classical buildings, dressed up squares, historical monastery and cathedrals, and even a series of Mayan ruins perched up on a hill overlooking the entire city!  I remember climbing up a long set of challenging stone steps leading from one level to even a higher one.  The ancient Mayan rocks were crumbling and slippery, they were also very-very hot from the sun...  I had to take my shoes off and climb the steps barefooted - that way I felt I could be more stable on my feet.  The view from the top was stellar!  And, it felt peaceful and even mysterious.  While sitting at the edge of the former Mayan remarkable site elevated so high up, I had so many images and associations from our prior travels going through my mind...  Tikal, Angkor, Isla del Sol, Nusa Penida, La Paz, Santiago, Seoul...  You couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude - to be privileged to explore places like that while they still exist...  It felt so good to be traveling again!

 












Progreso

The town of Progreso is located on the Gulf Of Mexico, in the region known for the notorious K-T Event that happened sixty-five million years ago caused by the impact of a massive asteroid.   About 70% of all species then living on Earth disappeared within a very short period - the event that ended the age of dinosaurs.  

Progreso town itself was one of my most favourite stops on this trip.  It was a mellow easy-going place with a long coastline, gorgeous sunsets, plethora of wild pelicans and nearly empty beaches - the further west one would walk.  It also has the world's longest pier extending 6.5 kilometers out into the ocean.  That pier also informally divided Progreso into two parts - the West side where the beach tended to be more isolated and more pristine, while the East side had more beach umbrellas (meaning "tourists''). 

We had a lovely place in the West part of town.  It was a short walking distance to the ocean, sunrises and sunsets, abandoned fishing boats, pelicans, coastal walk and the quiet residential life.  There were a few Western tourists in our hotel, but they all were "long-termers", more of an expat community.  The place was quiet and peaceful, with colourful Mexican decorations, refreshing pool and breezy terrace with hammocks and chairs.  We also were just a few blocks away from el centro, grocery store and our favourite - a super-tasty Chinese restaurant.  We normally go "rogue" and eat only local authentic dishes, but there was something about that Chinese place that locals loved and were queuing up for their food every day (and night), so we gave it a try.  And, OMG - that place became my absolutely favourite!  The food was GREAT, cheap, fresh, in large portions and we simply could not resist it.  We would do our daily take-outs which we would enjoy on our terrace along with a glass of horchata or tamarindo. There was only one repercussion of that restaurant - I am YET to find any other Chinese place even remotely close to the quality and flavour of their food - yes, NOTHING compares...nothing COMPARES ...to Them!      

When, towards the end of our trip, we returned back to Merida (from where we would fly back home), we continued making daily trips to Progreso.  There was something peaceful and almost healing about that place - the simplicity and easy going nature along with a coastal beauty, and sunsets, and swims in the ocean (and of course, THE Chinese food).  I wouldn't be surprised if one day we would return there again...
















 

Campeche

Campeche is a kind of place where police officers are happy to invite you inside their vehicles and pose for impromptu photos, and local residents greet you spontaneously while taking morning walks along the city's narrow lanes.  Yes, Campeche is a very mellow place with genuine character and a sleepy version of Valladolid.  It does have a pretty classical architecture, but in a dilapidated sort of a way.  Colourful crumbling buildings do have their charm, and so does the local population.

We stayed just outside the old walled city, near a busy local market.  Every morning I would go to the market and pick fresh ripe fruits - mangoes, papayas, pineapples, mameys.  Our room was simple, but so cozy!  There was something special about that place.  We were surrounded by real local residents going around their daily activities, and we could watch a beautiful sunset above the roofs with a silhouette of a tree growing straight from the top of one of the houses.  In the mornings we also observed on a number of occasions humming birds soaring right above the rooftops.  Every night we would walk via long lanes and colourful houses to the ocean to enjoy gorgeous sunsets and pelicans, and it really felt good traveling again. The sun and temperature were ruthless during the afternoon though, so covering up was essential (I must admit I forgo this rule often).  Rob has noticed a creative application by local workers of cardboard - they used it as an extension of their hats to provide a larger shaded area, so Rob adopted their technology and went rogue in that line of fashion.

Campeche also had a strategic location for public transport to an off-the-beaten track Edzna, a former Mayan empire.  Having explored a vast majority of ruins, we are very particular about what we visit, and Edzna really attracted my attention.  About Edzna is next...


















 
 
Edzna

Modern Mayans are gentle and soft spoken, but it does not mean they forgot their history and identity.  The spirit of warriors was evident in the magnificent acropolis of Edzna.  Once upon a time, back to the 400 A.D. it was one of the most powerful empires in the Yucatan.  The spirit was as grand as the architecture.  Edzna still remains an off-the-beaten track place and thus does not have any tourist crowds typical of over-rated Chichen Itza.  You could still be privileged to stand on one of the Mayan pyramids as if the ruler yourself and listen to the silence.  Iguanas climbing up the ancient rocks certainly add their touch of exoticism, and excruciating heat and sun reflecting off the intimidating walls reminds you of the endurance of the past inhabitants.   
 
Due to a more isolated location, it is yet to be "over-flooded" by tourists.  And, getting there was also a part of a local cultural experience which many Westerners seem to be so afraid of...  That (almost) always serves a big plus - meaning the authenticity manages to preserve, and so does that exotic feeling.  After all, the adventure is the pursuit of the exoticism, isn't it?
















FINALE - my thoughts 
 
For many years I have been wondering what is it about travel that makes me feel so much better and so much more alive?  I struggled to find the answer that really felt right until now. It wasn't just one answer, it was a multitude of dimensions that created that feeling of well-being.  While taking a long walk at sunrise in Campeche Mexico, I think I may have finally figured it out...  
 
When you travel you can be anyone you want - an adventurer,  discoverer, ocean explorer, diver, naturalist, ambassador, foodie, or simply disappear without any titles, expectations, or associations attached.  You could spend your days in silence, or chat your hours away with complete strangers on the street.  You could be watching sunsets or dancing on the streets under the night sky.  One day you could be invited to a wedding by people you have never met, and the next day you could find yourself on a set of a movie production.  You could be judged or revered, and somehow it just does not matter.  Travel also allows you to be as lonely as desired or try and find connections in unfamiliar places.  It is also possible that for somebody like me who does not have anyone close left from the family of origin, it feels good to belong to the entire world and no one at the same time.  Travels blur the borders and limits, it pauses you at the very moment when you feel things and living every minute of it.  Travel allows you to live out a fantasy either for that very moment or as long as it feels right.  It is almost like a time capsule and only I decide when it starts and stops.  It is possible that it is the closest to the internal freedom that one can come to.  
 
I'm not sure if those are the right answers, but I'm willing to continue this journey to find out...