Thursday, 31 August 2017

Tulum and Merida


Tulum

Tulum street art
Tulum is a lovely coastal town that was popular with the more laidback hippy crowd, into their beach shacks and yoga, but has now developed considerably over the years as more and more tourists have discovered the chilled vibes the town has to offer, as well as the gorgeous white sandy beaches, the amazingly well-preserved 13th Century Mayan site and the numerous cenotes in the area.
Tulum
Cenotes (seh-noh-tez) are a geological phenomenon caused by a meteor hitting the region 16 million years’ ago causing a crater which was then covered by sediment and limestone, but contains sinkholes which created caverns and caves.

These sinkholes filled up with rainwater – called cenotes. They were used by the Maya people as sacred sites for self-sacrifice and burial. There are still human remains in some of them, and one or two contain bones from long extinct animals including mega-sloths and dinosaurs.

Tulum ruins
On the day of our arrival we went straight to the site of the Mayan ruins and were stopped by a guy handing out maps and asking if we wanted to book any tours. We were interested in diving in the cenotes so the guy called his friend who came to speak to us about it. He offered us a discount if we would go along to a big hotel the next morning and listen to their sales patter for an hour or so, to try to persuade us to subscribe to their members’ club.
Tulum ruins

We spent an hour or so walking around Mayan ruins before heading back to the hotel to cool off.
The next morning, we headed over to the hotel where we were to be given the presentation on membership. We were given a fabulous breakfast and at the end we declined the offer of membership (didn’t fancy signing up for 20 years), and were presented with US $100 for our trouble.

 We were a bit confused because we had agreed a discount on the diving, which didn’t get a mention, so we went back to our guy and he gave us an alternative contact for diving – less of a discount but we kept the $100.

Tulum beach
That evening we watched the ‘boxing’ match between Mayweather and McGregor and the next day we hit the beach and went out snorkelling. There isn’t much to see in the sea around Tulum itself but we were lucky enough to spot a few turtles and eagle rays, one of which was about 2m across.

Tulum beach
Cenote diving day was here and our Dive Master, Jacob who had driven down from Playa del Carmen just to take us diving, picked us up and we headed over to Dos Ojos cenote, which means ‘2 eyes’. This is a popular cenote with snorkellers and divers because it is one of the larger cenotes and is fairly easy, with a depth of about 7m. Divers also have 2 lines to follow; the Barbie line and the bat cave. This allows for 2 different dives in the same cenote which means that only one entrance fee is payable.

Most of the cenotes that are open to the public have an entrance fee which can range from 50 to about 200 pesos, so if you choose to dive 2 different cenotes, that puts the price up.

Cenote dive
The Barbie line is so called because someone used a Barbie doll being eaten by a toy crocodile to tie up the end of the line. The bat cave is actually a bat cave – at the end of the line is a dome into which you can surface and there are hundreds of bats living there which access the cavern through a small hole, a bit like a chimney.

Cenote dive
Both dives were really special because they were a new experience for us. We had only dived in the ocean before, so in sea water where buoyancy is very different, and apart from a couple of swim-throughs, we had never dived in covered areas or caves.

It was also pretty dark going through so we needed torches, apart from when the water became more shallow and we emerged from under cover to see the sunlight penetrate the water, making it glow bright blue. The cenote was full of stalactites and stalagmites and we saw fossils, but no dinosaur bones.

Once I had stopped shining my light in poor Baby D’s eyes, and after almost losing my tank which wasn’t strapped on properly, we both had a fantastic experience, even if we nearly got kicked in the face or blinded by torchlight a few times by over-zealous snorkellers who seemed to see us as some sort of exotic fish.

Chichen Itza

Chichen Itza
We were on the move again the next day to Chichen Itza, probably the most famous of Mexico’s Mayan ruins, about an hour and a half away on the bus. We had decided to stay in the little town of Piste next to the site for the night, so we could see the ruins then cool off in the hotel pool before getting the bus onto Merida in the north west of the region of Yucatan. Chichen Itza was the seat of power in the Yucatan in 600-1200 AD. The site’s main attraction is the huge stepped pyramid in the centre.

Merida

Merida or ‘The White City’, is the beautiful capital city of the Yucatan state, famous for its deep Mayan and colonial culture and heritage. It was founded in 1542 by Francisco de Montejo, a Spanish nobleman, after he went to war with the Mayans living there, who were upset at being ousted by the Spanish. The city was claimed and developed by the Spanish, and named after the Spanish city of – wait for it – Merida. The Mexican version is well worth a couple of days’ visits. It has the normal bright, block architecture common in Mexico, along with colonial building design adopted from Europe in the baroque style. Then there are several art deco buildings spotted around.

Merida wanted to be the Paris of Latin America, and there is a lovely tree lined avenue reminiscent of the Champs-Elysees, called the Paseo de Montejo, with cute little boutiques, arts shops, museums, cafés and bars.

Before we reached Paseo de Montejo, we visited the Lucas de Galvez market which sold an array of local crafts and food for just a few pesos, and then we stopped in the City Museum of Merida nearby to look at some artwork of Mexican artist, Gerardo Cantu and to learn about the history of Merida. This included the immigration of different nationalities (Korean and Chinese notably) who came to Merida to help with the farming of local produce especially henequen (similar to hemp but extracted from the agave plant). We later found out that the immigration of Asian people which was presented to us as a fairly benevolent event may have actually been slavery.

Cathedral
We stumbled across a light show which as it transpired was held every Wednesday evening. The light show told the story of Francisco de Montejo and his conquest and development of the city, against the wishes of the Maya people. The show went on to give us a taste of traditional Mexican music and dancing.

Casa de Montejo
The next day we remembered to search for a free walking tour of the city. This is something we’ve done several times before but lately we’d forgotten. Luckily there was a tour which met at 9.30am in front of the cathedral so we walked up there to have a look round the San Idelfonso cathedral and get to the tour on time. 

The walking tour was with a company called Pink Cactus and we couldn’t miss our guide in his bright pink t-shirt. Our tour was small; there were only 4 of us, and we walked around the city learning about the history and traditions, many of which are maintained today. When we had been in the market the day before, we noticed live bugs covered in gems in a glass tank.
Jewel bugs

Our guide told us that this represents the story of a Mayan princess who fell in love with a slave that her father had brought home. When the dad found out about this blossoming romance, he got a bit upset and had the slave turned into a bug. She kept the slave though, and when she finally had to marry (someone a bit more appropriate than a slave…or a bug) she wore the insect as a brooch decorated with jewels over her heart, as a sign of her undying love for the slave.

Paseo de Montejo
We learned about the multitude of free museums in the city including the Casa de Montejo, modern art museum – (Museo Fernando García Ponce), the City Museum, (all of which we visited) and the diverse architectural building styles, including how, in days gone by, if an Italian arrived in the city, they would be roped into designing buildings regardless of whether or not they were architects. We learned about the best bars, and the best ice-cream places, one of which sells a sweet bacon and bean flavour to represent the tradition of having set meals on particular days. (On one day of the week, the people of Merida eat pork and beans).

Rabbit
The guide told us about the signs on some of the roads which had a picture of something, with the Spanish word for whatever the picture was below. For example, there might be a picture of a dog, with perro written underneath it. This helped the illiterate find their way round town, and I guess it helped then learn to read. There are about 1000 of these pictures dotted around the city.

He told us about the white love seats/you and me chairs/conversation chairs which appear in the squares all over the city. As well as copying the Parisian boulevards, one designer who had seen this style of chair in Paris adopted it for Merida, and now they appear all over the place, including a huge one in the Parque de Santa Lucia.
Love seats
One of the bars recommended by our guide was La Negrita. This seemingly unassuming place which at first glance looked tiny, was actually huge inside, with a courtyard packed with punters. We ordered a couple of beers and then came an endless supply of snacks to go with it. We skipped dinner that night. 

Earlier we had spotted a cool looking bar called Catrina’s Cantina, where a band was playing, so we stopped there for a drink, just as the band had started to pack up. Suspicious of being fleeced because the bar had no menu, we only had one drink each (Margarita for me) and our bill was £1.50…50p of that was my Margarita (11 pesos). I am still amazed by that. It was a great Margarita too.
Mix of architecture

On our way back to the hotel we stopped at the Parque de Santa Lucia, as we had been told that there was a band playing that evening. Apparently something happens every night in Merida. We didn’t stick around for the band as we waited for an hour and they didn’t appear, but we did discover Marquesitas.


These beauties are thin, crispy, sweet crêpes smothered in Nutella and, get this, grated cheese. ISN’T THAT THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD EVER?


#mexico #merida #divingcenotes #tulum #dosojos #marquesitas #chichenitza

Sunday, 27 August 2017

Messy-co adventures continue - Cancun and Cozumel

Cancun

Cancun got messy. We flew in from Mexico City and went straight out to get some food. We were staying in a place called Pok-Ta-Pok on the lagoon side. There was pretty much nothing there – hence the cheapness of the hotel in comparison with the hotels on the strip – so we strolled into the first taqueria we could find. Now bearing in mind we’d been in Tequila country for a few days and not had one alcoholic drink, we thought we’d sink a couple of shots. A couple turned into about 8 each and after stumbling out of the bar we were accosted by the police who seemed intent on putting us into the car. We were drunk, but not disorderly, and somehow we managed to talk our way out of being arrested, or paying a backhander. On we walked and the next thing I knew, Baby D had disappeared and I was alone. I knew he had no idea where the hotel was or even what its name was, so I spent what felt like hours searching for him with the help of an Uber driver. Unbelievably, I found him as he emerged from a bush, face coated in blood.
Cancun coast

The next morning, we both woke up covered in some nasty looking bruises; Baby D had cuts all over his face where he had fallen over, and I had managed to rip half of my toenail off. I am pretty sure this was all a result of overdoing the tequila, but we have since read stories of tainted alcohol doing the rounds in Cancun and nearby Playa del Carmen, which could be either dodgy alcohol or drugged booze. Tourists have recounted stories of blacking out, becoming aggressive, being sick etc after not a great amount of alcohol. I think we were just stupid and put it down to a case of 1 tequila, 2 tequila, 3 tequila, floor. With impeccable timing, the morning after the night before, we were booked in to go diving. I feel ill even thinking about it.

Once we’d chucked a handful of sea sickness tablets down our necks we set off to the Cancun Bay Resort to dive the underwater museum off the coast. As it turned out, this hotel used to be Club Carrousel where I’d stayed on my last Cancun holiday. The underwater museum, MUSA is a collection of around 400 statues that have been placed on the seabed to encourage divers to go somewhere other than the delicate reef and to promote growth of marine life on the statues. The exhibitions are pretty cool – we saw a group of stone people which was actually a bit freaky, and a replica of a VW Beetle which was cool. The second dive was Manchones reef and a couple of swim-throughs where we saw plenty of life, including a green turtle and some fantastic coral. Once we surfaced, the previous evening’s shenanigans began to catch up with me and I was soon ‘feeding the fish’. We didn’t do much for the rest of the day...

On our 3rd day in Cancun, we were booked up to go swimming with whale sharks – the reason we were actually in Cancun in the first place. Whale sharks are the largest fish in the world and although they look pretty scary, they are actually gentle giants which live on plankton. Whale shark season in this part of the world is from June to September. There were around 70 boats heading out but each boat had only around 10 passengers. We were allowed 2 opportunities to get in and swim with the whale sharks and went in pairs and with the guide. Baby D and I were first in and we jumped straight in between 2 huge whale sharks, with the guide shouting at us to follow them. They were swimming straight at us with their enormous mouths open, an awesome sight. We frantically swam after them – the visibility wasn’t great so we needed to be pretty speedy to keep up with them, but the current was quite strong as well, probably because of the storms that had battered the US. 

Whale shark

Interesting facts about whale sharks; they are individually distinguishable by the white spots on their skin, and when they die they drown because they don’t have a swim bladder which would offer buoyancy. They can allegedly grow up to about 16m in length, but the ones we saw were only (!) around 6m. 

We were lucky because we had quite a few people being sick or that were scared to get back in after their first go on our boat, so we got to go in 3 times – each time seeing at least 2 whale sharks. The second time was the best as I managed to swim right above a whale shark for a few minutes with great visibility. Fantastic experience.

Cozumel
To get to the island of Cozumel we had to get down the coast to Playa del Carmen, about an hour and a half’s drive away, to take the ferry. We took a local bus to the ADO coach terminal but before we made it into the building we found a ‘colectivo’ which is a mini-van, to take us for 40 pesos each, which is less than £2 each. The ADO bus was about 65 pesos (about £3). At the ferry port we were accosted by a guy selling ferry tickets to the island. 

Cozumel art
Baby D was suspicious and when he looked at the tickets he noticed that the date on them was for 3 days’ earlier. We went off in search of the legitimate ticket office much to the dismay of the guy, who ran off, and soon discovered that he had also been trying to charge us double the fare. If anyone goes to Cozumel, make sure you buy from the proper ticket offices. We paid 180 pesos each for an open return. There are 2 or maybe 3 main ferry companies which go every half hour, and the journey takes about 45 minutes.

Cozumel is a smallish island off the coast off the Yucatan peninsula, well known for its amazing diving on the Belize Barrier Reef there which is the 2nd biggest in the world. We were staying in a bed and breakfast near the main strip and Teresa the lovely landlady soon got us booked up to dive on the following day. We spent the rest of the first day walking around and getting a feel for the island, and the next day we were picked up to go diving.
Cozumel

We had booked 2 dives and we had our own Dive Master, Martin. We drift-dived the famous Santa Rosa Wall and the Palancar Gardens. The Santa Rosa Wall is a vertical reef which drops down from 15m and there are a number of swim-throughs. As Baby D was still in recovery from Cancun, we spent the rest of the day relaxing and mooching round town. 

San Gervasio
The next day I was getting a bit of cabin fever so left the patient at the B&B, borrowed our landlady’s push bike and set off on a 32km round trip to San Gervasio, the largest Mayan ruins on the island. I’m not going to lie, there were several times I thought I was actually going to die from heat stroke – the weather had a ‘real-feel’ of 41 degrees -but I pushed on and made it to the site.

San Gervasio

I paid around $10 entrance fee and declined the US $20 tour and the US $10 mosquito spray and wandered around on my own, gatecrashing the large American tour groups who had guides. The site was a place of worship for the Goddess Ix Chel and was abandoned in the 1500s. 

Size of it!


That evening Baby D had bucked up enough to try a few ‘hairs of the dog’ and we settled in at Wet Wendys for some MASSIVE cocktails and then found ourselves at Ohana’s for some peanut butter tequila. 

And that was delightful Cozumel. We were soon on the ferry heading back to Playa del Carmen to get the bus down to Tulum.


#tequila #cancun #cozumel #wetwendys #musa #palancar #santarosawall #sangervasio #manchonesreef #whaleshark

Sunday, 20 August 2017

Arriba Mexico!

Mexico City
Street art in Mexico City
With almost a month in Mexico, I knew we’d be in for a treat. This would be my 4th time in Mexico and Baby D’s 2nd, but we had never ventured further than Quintana Roo; around Cancun and Playa Del Carmen.


Once we’d arrived at Mexico City and they’d finally let us off the plane, I knew we had a problem. No one spoke a word of English and our Spanish was virtually non-existent. Somehow, we muddled through and made it to our hotel where we slept for a few hours having taken a night flight and not getting any sleep. We were up and out around lunchtime and decided to explore the area we were staying in, Roma Norte.
This is hailed as one of the nicer areas to stay in the city and it really was lovely.

Tacos
Museo del objeto del objeto

Trendy restaurants, cafes and bars, cool quirky museums such as the Museo del Objeto del Objeto, and oddly, plenty of nitrogen ice-cream places. After stopping in a cantina-type place which offered food of all nationalities (we had flautas and tacos of course), we strolled down to the Museo del Objeto del Objeto. This was pretty much a museum of Mexican alcohol which suited us. 

The next day we headed into the historical centre of the city, to the Metropolitan Cathedral where there was an exhibition about the Turin Shroud
Cathedral
 It was pretty good actually, and quite scientific too. We were double charged at the gate because we wanted English audio guides, but we actually got a refund when we told them that the guide stopped just before the end of the exhibition.   

We carried on walking round the city, checking out the street art, which was everywhere, visiting churches, the House of Tiles and the National Museum of Culture (free to enter, and home to art and relics from all over the world, with a special Peruvian exhibition), and stopping for street food (9 pesos for a taco, which is about 30p!) 

House of Tiles
We finally reached the Palacio de Bellas Artes, a gorgeous art nouveau building which is an art gallery, exhibition centre, museum and theatre. 

By then we were exhausted, so we decided to come back to see it properly on the following day and we jumped on the metro back to the hotel. that was an experience in itself; there were numerous sellers on the trains, one of whom was flogging cut throat razors.
Palacio de Bellas Artes








On the way back to the Palacio de Bellas Artes the next day, we stopped for some tacos in a little food market that had popped up opposite our hotel, then took a little diversion to The Altar of The Holy Death.
Altar of the Holy Death
This was Baby D’s idea and I just assumed it was another church, but it turned out to be a skeleton in a Perspex box on the side of the road, surrounded by flowers like a shrine. Further along the street was a disused shop closed off by a metal gate, with another similar shrine, and on the floor above that, was yet another shrine, but this time the skeleton was wearing a wedding dress. 

As we stood gawking, a young woman and her son arrived and started praying in front of the altars. A quick google search told us about this new religion which probably stemmed from Catholicism and that was being practised in countries such as Mexico, Japan and Australia, where devotees worship a Saint of Death, and pray to it to ask for favours that they wouldn’t feel able to ask a normal saint. It is thought that this practice came about because of all the violence in Mexico. Just that day we had stopped at an Oxxo (bit like a 7-eleven or a co-op) and we saw a newspaper with butchered men on the front cover, including 3 heads with no bodies; violence is pretty rife.
Mural in Palacio de Bellas Artes
  
When we got to the Palacio de Bellas Artes, we were pleased to see that there was an exhibition of the works of Pablo Picasso and renowned Mexican artist, Diego Rivera, and another of photographer Leo Matiz. The two exhibitions were only 60 pesos each (£2.50). We also went up to the architecture exhibition which focused on the development of apartments and family living in Mexico City. That particular exhibition was only 45 pesos. (We’re definitely making up for all the money we spent in Australia).

Last stop for the day before the forecast storm kicked in, was to the Mercado de Sonora. This is market is famed for its local knick-knacks, live animals and voodoo type potions for love, virility etc. We didn’t hang around long; the animals in cages was quite an upsetting sight, especially the puppies. 

Inside Palacio de Bellas Arte
Back at the hotel we tried for an early night but for the third night in a row, neither of us was able to sleep – partly due to the noisy neighbours, but maybe in part because we were excited to be going to Cancun the next day! We would be back in Mexico City when we left the country, which we were really pleased about, because we thoroughly enjoyed it, even though we had heard such horror stories of this city. 

We found it colourful, vibrant, friendly, interesting, trendy, with a bit of spice and danger, which we noticed when we wandered into the less salubrious parts of town. It’s a city that can be immensely enjoyed as long as you have your wits about you.


#mexico #mexicocity #bellasartes #romanorte