Life’s a beach
An Australian guy, a Swedish guy and an Israeli girl walk into a bar. They’re all wearing Liverpool shirts. They proceed to drink throughout the match against Manchester City, doing tequila shots every time a goal was scored. The game finished 4-3 so they were pretty happy. It also kicked off at 11am local time. This was the first football I’ve watched and I certainly picked the game for it. In this bar in a small town in Mexico it seemed an amazing example of how at its best football can bring people together around the world. It was an advert for friendship and for football. It was not an advert for the art of defending or for responsible drinking but you can’t have everything.
I realise I’ve basically just talked extensively about a football match that I watched but this was one of the few things that broke up my trip to Tulum. The vast majority of my time there was spent on the beach - or walking to it, as it was a fair schlep from the town. In spite of the sporadic sunshine, this was some much needed relaxation time following the busyness of the past few days. I’m even getting better at this night bus thing as I managed an impressive seven hours of sleep on the journey.
The beach itself was worth the wait though, a strip of sand straight from a magazine shoot. Almost impossibly fine, it did leave everything that came into contact with it coated in a thin film of white powder, rather like any toilet cubicle in the vicinity of the City. As for the sea, this might have been the Caribbean but when Morgan Freeman says “I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams” in The Shawshank Redemption, I don’t think he’d have been disappointed with the exquisite hue on offer here.
The other notable event of this leg was my trip to another Mayan ruin site. Tulum isn’t as large or impressive as say Chichen Itza or Palenque but the setting is spectacular. It’s right on the sea front at one end of the beach so the view lives up to the billing. The rest of the time it was just beach, rum, tacos, repeat.
I realise I’ve basically just talked extensively about a football match that I watched but this was one of the few things that broke up my trip to Tulum. The vast majority of my time there was spent on the beach - or walking to it, as it was a fair schlep from the town. In spite of the sporadic sunshine, this was some much needed relaxation time following the busyness of the past few days. I’m even getting better at this night bus thing as I managed an impressive seven hours of sleep on the journey.
The beach itself was worth the wait though, a strip of sand straight from a magazine shoot. Almost impossibly fine, it did leave everything that came into contact with it coated in a thin film of white powder, rather like any toilet cubicle in the vicinity of the City. As for the sea, this might have been the Caribbean but when Morgan Freeman says “I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams” in The Shawshank Redemption, I don’t think he’d have been disappointed with the exquisite hue on offer here.
The other notable event of this leg was my trip to another Mayan ruin site. Tulum isn’t as large or impressive as say Chichen Itza or Palenque but the setting is spectacular. It’s right on the sea front at one end of the beach so the view lives up to the billing. The rest of the time it was just beach, rum, tacos, repeat.
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