Cancun, Mexico

So I had planned to write a post about the feelings and thoughts I experienced before I took off on this journey. Alas, the last two weeks at home were far too busy and I spent most of my last days in Manchester drunk with some very special people – my apologies.

Failed attempt to be cool.
Failed attempt to be cool

This is our fourth full day in Mexico, and our last day in Cancún. Tomorrow, we move on to Merida, the capital and largest state of the Yucatán Peninsula.

We haven’t done much in the few days here because, quite frankly, there isn’t much to do – unless you’re made of money or want to get absolutely wankered in some disgustingly tacky club. However, during our short time here we have established:

  • nearly every Mexican man is called Miguel (FACT!)
  • “Shithead” is the most popular game of cards – yay!
  • Tequila is soooo much better AND CHEAPER!
  • I taste so good the mosquitoes can’t get enough already (come at me jungle!)


We arrived late on Wednesday, after a delayed flight, to an extremely humid and rainy Cancún. We got soaked walking to Hostel Orquideas from the ADO bus station and arrived there around 21:30. We walked back to Las Palapas square to grab some yummy tacos for less than £2 and then went back to the hostel and straight to bed.

Hostel Orquideas
Hostel Orquideas

On Thursday we simply walked around flea markets (unable to buy anything as we would have to carry it the length of the continent), grabbed a few beers in the Zona Hotelera (“Ibiza”), booked a tour to Chichén Itzá for the following day and went back to the hostel for a delicious meal and an early night.

We were picked up at 07:00 Friday morning for our tour to Chichén Itzá. We paid around 50 USD for a 12 hour tour that included a fabulous buffet in the small village of Pisté, a guided tour of the Mayan site of Chichén Itzá, a quick trip to the colonial city of Kukulkan pyramid, Chichen ItzaValladolid, and then to Suytun Cenote.

Chichén Itzá is pretty impressive. You aren’t allowed to climb the Kukulcán pyramid due to the discovery of graffiti inside the temple at the top (humans ruin everything!) There was also an accident a few years ago when an elderly lady fell down the steps and died shortly afterwards. Nonetheless, it remains a must see! The science behind the architecture of the city is incredibly advanced for it’s time. The acoustics are a wonder and, on a particular day of the year, at sunset the shadow of the pyramid creates the illusion of a snake slowly making it’s way down to the ground. Apparently they reconstruct this with artificial light but we did not get the opportunity to see this. In our free time after the guided tour, Mike and I made our way to a huge sink hole or cenote where the Mayans would make human sacrifices, usually children, to their gods. I could go on but, at the risk ofSuytun Cenote sounding like a documentary, I will leave you to research this or go yourself!

Life jackets were mandatory  in the Súytún cenote much to Mike’s relief. There was a small shaft of light that hit a small, constructed, circular platform in the centre of the water. Swallows (not bats, as many of our group tried to point out) circled our heads as we swam in the pleasantly cold water. Unfortunately the cenote, whilst beautiful, was very dark and we weren’t able to get any good photos to share with you.

We were told about a beautiful “private” beach in “Ibiza” by two guys we met at the hostel and decided to check it out ourselves with a few other guys on Saturday. You have to walk through hotel lobbies to get to most of the beaches in this area and the security guards try their best to stop you from getting through. We weren’t breaking any laws so eventually they left us alone. The beach was one of the best I’ve been on; the sea was completely clear, there were lots of fishies and there was a small lighthouse atop a rock. Best of all – hardly any people (we don’t like people!) I also saw my first of many pelicans.

Today we have been to Playa Delfines, a public beach, with a bigger group of people from our hostel. We grabbed a free lunch in a shockingly tacky bar in “Ibiza” and then came back to the hostel to sort out our backpacks and finally write this blog.

Playa Delfines with a group of local kids
Playa Delfines with a group of local kids

I am currently being serenaded by Daniel, a guy who works at the hostel. He has asked me to marry him and go to the end of the world with him. So… Adiós!

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