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Published: December 31st 2017
For the first time in my life I was actually excited for my 7:20 alarm, in fact I woke at 6am disappointed that I still had an hour to go. I was headed to the Tulum ruins, one of the things I was most excited to see in Mexico (more than Chichen Itza for sure) as they are right, right on the beach. I'd received a tip off that there were ticket machines that opened at 8am, allowing you to skip the line for tickets, so I had my game hat on and I was gonna get some bloody good photos.
Powered with a museli bar I flagged down a collectivo within thirty seconds of arriving on the street and $1 and 8 minutes later was at the ruins. By 7:50 I had bought my ticket, walked past the MASSIVE queue of idiots waiting for the ticket desk to open and to the entrance. It wasn't manned but I thought I'd scan my barcode and see what happened AND IT LET ME IN. I couldn't believe my luck. I started running like a mad woman; I had at least 10 minutes to myself before anyone else could enter but probably
more considering they had to buy a ticket etc. The few gardeners there were giving me the weirdest looks and I could just imagine getting on the walkie talky like "Jose, she's coming towards you, still running, what an idiot". I went to three different vantage points along the beach before finding the one I was looking for, the whole time taking it in that I had the whole bloody place to myself - how insane! I knew I'd found what I was looking for when it took my breath away. Standing at the edge of the rock face - and maybe slightly over the rope you could perfectly see the ruins, beach, ocean and jungle behind, bloody incredible. Just as I was about to make my way down I spotted my first human coming in the distance. Bastard. Though at this stage it was already quarter past, so to be fair I had 25 minutes alone. From there the ruins were pretty small, there were more buildings than Chichen Itza and a few fun walk-throughs but they were super close to each other which was quite cool. Apparently it was all the wealthy that lived in the city centre,
the outside was for the poor who’s houses were made out of timber and things that get ruined easy so didn’t stand the test of time. By the time 8:45 rolled around there were so many people that I was over it, super over it, well over the people. I made it to breaky at the hostel by 9:30, attempted to go to the bank with free withdrawals but the line was so long that I was worried about missing my bus so walked back, collected my bag and headed to the bus.
A nice enough bus ride and it took me to literally the side of the highway in Bacalar and a $2 taxi to the hostel. I probably should’ve bartered but for $2 who can really complain. You win some, you lose some. Straight away I met an AUSTRIAN girl in my room - only the second Austrian travelling I’ve met (the first was in Slovenia so I'm not sure if it counts). The arvo was spent by the lake side, accessed from my bedroom window, even my bed has a perfect view!
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