03.02.2012 26 °C
Many apologies dear blog followers for our tardiness in the telling of intrepid tales from the Yucatan but, much like the characters in Lemony Snickett’s books, we have suffered a series of unfortunate events – though we have emerged completely unscathed.
Our misadventures began when our plane let us down instead of lifting us off and we waited for half a day in Vancouver while a couple of techy-types gave it a ‘talking to’. We arrived in Cancun very late and just a few minutes behind Marjorie, a Scottish lady who took a liking to one of our brand new suitcases in place of her slightly battered, but otherwise identical, one. We have often wondered why some airports have big signs saying, “Make sure you take the right bag.” Now we know.
Sheila’s first day was spent in Playa del Carmen with friends Keith and Helen. Here they are…
Keith may appear as though he had a rough night, but he doesn’t always look this good.
Playa del Carmen is the Blackpool of the Yucatan peninsula – lots of “Kiss-me-quick” sombreros, bingo and booze – and here’s the beach on a quiet day…
Notice the perfectly clear blue sky? No… neither did we. However, don’t feel too bad for us: it’s a balmy 25 degrees and the weather is slated to improve by the weekend.
While Sheila and her muchachos took in the sights, James spent the first day trudging back to the airport to retrieve our wayward suitcase - sorry, no photos – and then we set off to our home away from home near Merida
The road from Playa del Carmen to Merida is as straight as a Saskatchewan highway and just as flat. The only hill in four hours was an overpass where we crossed another road. From the air we snaked through miles of endless jungle, but all we could see were the scrubby hedgerows lining the road. In the first two hundred kilometres we saw just 10 other vehicles, a couple of cyclists and a dog with a limp.
But what of the series of unfortunate events? After awhile the front wheels of our hire car got fed up going straight and kept trying to turn right. James kept them in line, but as darkness fell one of the headlights just refused to work. No matter – we made it to our lovely apartment on the beach at Chicxulub. Now all we have to do is to get the internet working faster than a somnolent sloth and we will be able to show you all the sights of this intriguing country that is, simultaneously, so near yet so far from our Canadian home.