Woke up early on Sunday to watch the Grand Prix. Noticed a bad smell. Not Jim, this time. Drains overflowing.
Went to eat while room was cleaned before we could shower; El Mariachi Loco put the racing on for us as we ate desayuno. Bonus.
Returned to a clean room, but sewers still funky so went off to hire bikes and visit the beach again while a plumber was called. We were a bit stinky, but who cares right… only going to the beach?
Rode into town & booked a tour for Monday (Akumal + Cenotes) with a guy called ‘Bogdan’. Do you ever feel circumstances conspiring to compel you towards toilet humour?
Jim tried his first sea wee… hilariously awkward;
“Where do you do it? Are you doing it? Right now? Urghhhh, get away from me!!!”
Chaffed our way home with wet bottoms on bike seats.
Plumber had established a ‘big job’ was needed. Apt. So we were moved to another room – this time our own bungalow, thatched roof, fridge, table etc. Nice swap so we weren’t at all unhappy at having to move 😉
Wrote some b(l)og posts from like agggesss ago whilst Jim sat next to me snoozing in the Secret Garden on couches. Nipped out for tacos at Chiapaneca, super cheap and help yourself to salads and salsas.. managed to overload my tostada with the spiciest salsa and had to sit for a while whilst my brain function returned post-chilli freeze.
Drama of the Day: did Jim throw away his cotton bud, he can’t remember?
Woke up the next day to birdsong and dogs barking with the ‘Where am I?’ feeling… in México! Awesome! Love it.
Ate an amazing breakfast at Rincon Pablano to set ourselves up for our tour and went to the Tulum Dive School shop to get going. After an hour waiting we cut our loses. Left a note with the girl in the bar next door, joking that it was Monday morning and maybe Bogdan had overdone it on Sunday. She said “Well he drinks EVERY night, and a LOT, but is always here at 7am”. Not very encouraging when we’ve booked a tour snorkelling through caves. Came back to Secret Garden (via bike hire shop) and chatted to the owner Joshua for a while about things to do, life etc. He came from Mexico city for a week, and is here 7 years later with his own hotel. A common story we’re hearing. He recommended we ditch the tour, hire a car and visit beaches and caves by ourselves.
A few hours later Bogdan showed up to apologise; “I’m so sorry, I was in another town and my car broke down and my phone died. I had to walk 50km”. We laughed – he wreaked of alcohol. Riiiiight. Its lovely when you can afford to simply be amused by stuff like this. We have days to play with, so got our deposit back.
Hired bikes again and hit the beach, again.
Each time we hire bikes they are 20% better. Those in the know go for no brakes (just the old school back-peddle to stop type, the ones with brakes never work), no mud guards (which drag on the wheels and make it 10 times harder) and a basket for wet towel and drinks.
Chatted about the massage on offer at the beach – looked great. I wonder why no one does professional tickling…
Finished the day in the garden with tequila (called “Jimador”, because “everyone adores Jim”.. apparently) and beer, writing the day’s events (well, last weeks’) and chilling out. Lovely. Manager’s dog joined us for tequilas, we’ve named him Sir Winnalot – the Tequila Hound.
‘Just How I Like my Women’ Joke of the Day:
“The Spanish call rum ‘ron'”.
“Two Rons don’t make a right. Two Ronnies. Do RonRonRon, you do RonRon.”
“Coming thick and fast these puns.”