Bob and Heather in Mexico

Day 5

Up even earlier than usual due to the early bed time. Grab the journal and sit outside on the beach to catch up.



I look up from my journal to see 3 armed patrolmen walking down the beach. National guard? Some sort of beach security? But why in such a remote place? There must be a dozen people on 5 miles of beach. I still don’t know.



One comment about the night – the wind was so consistently strong, that it felt like a storm the entire night. I woke up time after time thinking that the house was going to blow down before I remembered where I was.

Took a short swim before Heather got up, dressed, and went to the kitchen for breakfast. Enjoy watching a group of 3 Italian couples at the next table. One woman in particular sends her espresso back twice before she declares it satisfactory. Hopefully she’s good in bed to make up for that personality.

We decide that today’s agenda will be to walk south on the beach. We return to our tent, pack the backpack with a bit of food and water, and start walking. As we get further and further into seclusion, we see an enormous amount of trash on the upper banks of the beach, and strewn into the jungle. We find out later that the storm surge from Hurricane Wilma last fall basically deposited all the crap it picked up in Jamaica. A bit ugly, but very interesting.





After about 3 or 4 miles, we reach a beautiful stretch of beach lined with coconut palms. We spend an hour or two reading, swimming, and enjoying the total seclusion.







Packing back up, we turn back north and make our way to the tent. We’re tired from the trek, so we catch a short nap, then make our way down to the freshwater lagoon.



The lagoon is striking in it’s own way – several miles across, and what looks to be 2 or 3 feet deep the entire way.





Another couple with their baby (10 months, maybe?) are enjoying the late afternoon. We chat for quite a while – she is Brazilian, moved to Canada when she was 12, college in Switzerland where she met her Italian husband, and they now live in Mexico City. Conversely, she speaks 4 languages, and is probably a couple of years younger than Heather and I. They had the cutest little girl, Isabella.

Walk up to the kitchen overlook for a few drinks and sunset watching.



Move downstairs for a dinner of fresh fish and a few beers. The kitchen has a great painting of the Mayan way of life, and several real lizards are clinging to the wall it’s painted on.



Darkness has arrived, so we make our way to our tent, light some candles and retire to bed. I make a gallant effort not to dwell on the fact that tomorrow is our last day.

posted by Bob @ 9:49 AM