Days 12 – 20 Tulum & Bacalar – Continuing our adventure through Mexico we arrive in Tulum to check out the white sand beaches. We end our Mexican escapades in Bacalar on ‘The Lake of Seven Colours’.
We both fell asleep almost immediately once we left Valladolid and awoke as we reached the outskirts of Tulum. We’d pre-booked a hostel so made the short 10-minute walk to the hostel to check-in. So far on our travels we’d stayed in private rooms, but having downloaded a budgeting app we knew that a good way to save money is to stay in hostels. Knowing we wanted to do quite a few activities during our time in Tulum and seeing the increase in prices for accommodation we opted for an 8-bed dorm.
As we checked in, we were led to an area, a room with 8 beds and then through it another dark area with 8 beds. There was a sliding door in the middle, so they’d managed to sell it as an 8-bed dorm and not the 16-bed dorm stinking of smelly feet that it was in reality! After a tour of the hostel and all the facilities, we were keen to get some beers from a nearby shop and relax in one of the many hammocks on the roof of the hostel after our busy day of travelling and touring Chichen Itza.
The hostel very helpfully had a list of nearby attractions – cenotes, beaches, transport and food to help us plan our next couple of days. Having worked up an appetite and with a craving for a steak, we headed to for a lovely dinner at a restaurant a short walk away. When we arrived the restaurant was busy, full of tourists and locals. We waited for a few minutes and took the opportunity to look at the menu which had dishes ranging from budget to extravagant.
Soon we were led inside to an air-conditioned area. We hungrily looked through the menu and the house speciality caught our eye – flank steak, guacamole, baked potato, cactus. We were sold. On the off chance, we checked the wine list and found a Chilean bottle of red wine that wasn’t outrageously expensive. We reasoned that as we were staying in cheap accommodation, we deserved a real treat?! It was absolutely delicious, but as the bill came, we realised we weren’t allowed to splurge like that often if we want to stay within budget. Oops.
Upon returning to the hostel, we had some beers at the bar with some of the staff, travellers and some long-term Tulum inhabitants. We sat under the stars and drank on the roof, speaking to lots of funny characters. Soon tiredness overcame us, and we headed to the dorm to see how well we’d sleep.
Waking up in a dark dorm with lots of people, we were keen to get out and about. After the rain on Holbox and having headed inland to Chichen Itza, we awoke keen to go and check out Tulum’s fabulous beaches. We grabbed our beach things and headed outside, contemplating hiring bikes. The wall of heat hit us immediately and we both agreed a taxi would be a better idea. We walked down the road but quickly hailed a taxi and soon we were off to Paraiso Beach.
We arrived just after 9 am so it was still very quiet. We headed through the bar and restaurant to be greeted by a gorgeous white sand beach and blue skies. The sun was already hot and was the perfect antidote to all the rain we’d had so far during our time in Mexico.
We set out our towels and took in the incredible view. As we lay on the beach, it got extremely hot so lots of time was spent swimming in the clear sea to cool down. The beach was great people watching, with locals selling their wares, tourists swimming in the sea and a few people posing on a nearby palm tree for that perfect Instagram pose, which provided lots of entertainment.
As midday approached and slightly concerned we’d be fried to a crisp if we didn’t find some shade, we headed to the restaurant. We knew this wouldn’t be very budget-friendly so we shared some nachos for lunch. They were really expensive but the portion was large and filled both of us up, so did the trick.
We headed back to the beach for another hard afternoon of sunbathing. Upon returning to the beach I was convinced I saw two friends with their little girl. Trying to look a little closer without being too obvious suddenly they spoke and with their American accent, I knew for certain it wasn’t them and was so glad I hadn’t bounced over to say hello to people we didn’t know!
By mid-afternoon, we decided to head back to the hostel to cook some food to save money after our extravagant steak the night before. Luckily there were two other girls waiting to head into Tulum so we shared a taxi back into town and went to the supermarket. Supermarkets in other countries are always so much fun but it always seems to take ages to work out whether that recipe you have in your head can be cooked with what is on offer.
We finally decided on carbonara for dinner and some bits to make homemade tacos for the next couple of days. The avocados were enormous and we were excited to try them. We lugged the bags back to the hostel and started cooking all the food. As expected, we cooked way too much pasta (is cooking the right amount of pasta ever possible?!) and not wanting to waste it, promptly sent ourselves into a food coma.
After our lovely day on the beach, feeling quite sun-kissed we decided to have a day out of the sun, sending emails and working out what we wanted to do during our time in Tulum. The WIFI was dreadful, so the majority of the time we spent relaxing, coaxing the internet to work. We had a taco lunch and after making plans for the remainder of our days in Tulum we decided to go and check out Tulum town. The beach is where the cool bars are but were way out of our budget sadly. We had heard that there were some brilliant spots, not far from our hostel, so we set out to find them and hopefully a happy hour.
Having decided to head to the ruins at Coba the next day we walked up to the bus station to check out the bus times. From across the road, a bar with bright festoon lighting called us in. We walked through the main bar bit into a jungle garden seating. The bar was gorgeous and when the menu arrived we found out it was happy hour and what was on the menu but margaritas!
We love margaritas but strangely enough, we hadn’t really indulged since being in Mexico. We told the waiter we were looking for a chilli margarita (obviously) and that we wanted it really hot. He suggested we try the mescal version and we agreed. Excited about our drinks they arrived pink and with a chilli rim.
Chilli margaritas is a bit of a thing in our friendship group and we were keen to see how this one would taste. We took a sip and instantly both our lips and tongue were on fire. He had given us firewater! We looked at each other, red in the face and laughed. We had asked for it hot! We had to try and fish out the ice cubes just to cool our mouth down but that meant dipping your tongue into the molten liquid!
When the waiter returned 15 minutes later to see our nearly full drinks, he looked rather confused. We’ve tried chilli margaritas in many places and usually, they don’t understand how spicy we like it. Well, we asked for it and we certainly got it here, but one was definitely enough!
Wanting to see some of the other bars Tulum had to offer we headed to Batey’s which plays live music and specialises in mojitos. Instead of using sugar they sugar cane juice. In the middle of the bar is a Beatle that has been converted to press the sugar cane and it’s the liquid from this press that is used in the drinks. We sat there for hours listening to fantastic live music and drank our huge mojitos.
As we weaved our way home, we suddenly saw a lovely restaurant that we hadn’t noticed before. A list of empanadas was on the door and peeking through was a huge garden. Deciding we could share a couple of empanadas we sat down and spoke to the chef who suggested the black truffle and onion. We decided to also choose the knife cut beef with herbs and spices too.
The place was full of locals and as we sat waiting for our food we had smells wafting over to us, making us glad we’d stopped. The empanadas were generous and delicious. If we’d had more money on us, we would’ve ordered the menu, so it was lucky we were in need of a cash point.
With a 6.30 am start planned for tomorrow, we got back to the hostel and packed our bags, ready for a hike up some temples in the morning.
We had an early start to catch the bus to Coba. With an alarm set for 6 am, by 6.30 am we were walking through the already busy town, heading to the bank to take out some money. Arriving at the ADO bus station we bought some tickets for the 7.08, second-hand Mayab bus to Coba. It was late arriving but as soon as we got our seats, we closed our eyes and were awoken as the bus arrived into Coba at 8 am.
Still half asleep and using Google Maps to guide us, we walked along the lake and as we reached the car park in front of the ruins, we saw only a handful of people there. We bought our tickets and heading through the main gates were asked if we were interested in having a guided tour. We managed to bargain the price to 450 pesos for the two of us. The tour was definitely worth the money and our fantastic guide really brought the ruins to life, explaining Mayan culture and the history of the city. Of the entire Coba complex, only 5% is currently open to the pubic so we only saw a tiny part of the complex.
After our wonderful tour, we headed to the area where you can pick up a bike to cycle around the ruins. We’d read that the area to explore was quite vast and only costing 50 pesos, we happily jumped on some bikes. We cycled through the dappled shade, passing other structures, stopping briefly to understand their significance. We noticed it was getting busy, so we decided to look at the rest of the buildings on our way back and concentrate on climbing the main temple.
As we arrived there were a couple of people climbing the temple, using the rope to help pull themselves up. The sun was already up but it wasn’t too hot yet, so we began our climb. The steps were rather small for our rather large feet and the stones were well worn and rather slippery, so we were glad we were wearing trainers.
The climb took five minutes and although steep, it was well worth the exertion. We had about 15 other people at the top with us, sharing the spectacular views over the jungle. In the middle, you could see one of the structures that we’d cycled past. The area looked vast and it really showed how large the city complex had been. We sat on the edge of the platform, our legs dangling down watching people navigate their way down and their way up with the sun on our face, whilst taking in the view.
Heading down, we were glad to have the rope to help guide us down. At the bottom we grabbed our bikes and cycled around the rest of the complex, reading about the other buildings. By 11 am we had finished our little tour of the ruins and headed into the village to find out how to get back to Tulum.
A little shop selling the first-class tickets told us that there were no buses until 3 pm and that these tickets would cost double the cost of our single tickets on the way out. Dubious we headed into town and Ads told me that he wasn’t entirely sure that they were the most professional outfit to trust. Asking why, Ads asked if I’d seen the wall of page 3 type posters behind the desk where he sold the tickets. I had not seen these at all but agreed that perhaps we should ask for a second opinion!
We were promptly told that lots of second-class buses were due to arrive soon, but no one was able to give us any accurate timings or prices. After enjoying the lake views, we headed to get a beer near where we were dropped off in the morning. At 11.30 am a bus came, but it was already full, so it drove off. We waited a little longer and at 12 noon the bus that had dropped us off, picked us up to get us back to Tulum. The bus driver recognised us and gave us a nice welcome back on board the bus.
We arrived back in Tulum and headed to the hostel to have a homemade Taco lunch. By now it was absolutely boiling hot and after our early morning, we relaxed at the hostel and formulated a plan to head to the Tulum ruins the next day. Two ruins in one day is pushing it for anybody!
After a lazy afternoon, we decided that we wanted some seafood so did lots of research to try and find a nice option that wouldn’t break the bank. In Tulum, we found that we couldn’t assume a nice restaurant would have budget options. We found out about a great restaurant, popular with both tourists and locals, which usually meant this was in our budget range. The restaurant was slightly out of town which was perfect for working up an appetite and for stretching out our slightly tight legs after climbing the ruins.
We arrived at El Carmelo Jr. to find a couple of tourists but mainly locals, tucking into incredible seafood dishes. The menu was a dream for anyone that likes fish and seafood and we must have taken about 15 minutes looking at everything, choosing a meal and then changing it as we read on.
We agreed we should have a starter and that we’d share a small ceviche. Looking at the prices we saw that the medium ceviche was only 20 pesos ($1) more expensive and we genuinely hesitated when ordering, contemplating the medium size. Luckily, we went small. On top, we ordered a seafood soup and a buttery Octopus dish for our mains.
Suddenly behind us, we noticed four people sharing a huge ceviche dish, practically the size of their table! We assumed they had gone for the large, but it was huge. Suddenly the waiter was coming towards us and he laid on the table what could only be called a platter of ceviche. It was enormous and would’ve been an ample meal for both of us, but we’d ordered two further mains on top! The ceviche was full of prawns and octopus, was zingy with lime and full of coriander. Every bite was heaven. We were so relieved we hadn’t ordered the medium!!
The seafood soup and the octopus were also excellent. We shared our food and we even finished all the ceviche! It was too good to leave. With full tummies and tired eyes, we started the walk home. We relaxed on the rooftop when we got back to the hostel and prepared for our day at the Tulum ruins.
The hostel we were staying at made excellent breakfasts and these were included in the price of the dorm room. Having had an early day yesterday we missed the breakfast, so decided to have breakfast before heading to Tulum.
We decided to rent bikes from the hostel and off we went. We loved the bikes and the freedom of going where we wanted. Tulum has great cycle paths as a lot of people use bikes to get around and we enjoyed our early morning cycle down to the ruins, cycling along on the shady side of the road. When we arrived at 10 am, the ruins were already very busy, and it was by far the most tourists we’d seen anywhere since arriving in Mexico.
As we arrived and had to buy our entrance ticket, the lady told us about a combination ticket which allows you to enter the ruins and then includes an hour and a half boat trip and a snorkelling tour, a little further down the beach at Playa Pescadores. At USD $35 we thought, why not?!
Keen to go on a boat, we said yes. We locked up our bikes and headed into the Tulum ruins. The place was so busy, but the complex is gorgeous with palm trees and the bluest of Caribbean seas in the background. Having visited the ruins many, many years before, I knew that one of the best views of the ruins were from the water. There is a beach that you can access, to swim in the clear seas.
Already warm, we headed towards the water and we were greeted with a sea full of tourists. As we headed down to the water, tourists were everywhere – near the temples, looking down at the sea, in the sea, on the beach – it was quite overwhelming. We navigated our way down and deposited our things on the beach, managing to find a less crowded spot away from everyone to enjoy the view.
After our refreshing dip, we headed around the ruins which are surrounded by jungle. We saw numerous iguanas and kept finding gorgeous angles where if you took the photo just right, you could block out the hundreds of people near the ruins and in the water! But we were walking through the jungle and suddenly we were being bitten to death, walking around in the midday sun, so it was time to go.
After the ruins, we jumped on our bikes and headed a short distance to Playa Pescadores. The lady at the entrance had given us a map, so we were there in no time. We parked up, found the booth, handed over our flip flops and within a minute we were on a boat with two other couples and heading over to the Tulum ruins. We sped over to the ruins and got some lovely shots of the temples from the boat.
With everyone happy with their pictures, we headed to snorkel. Our guide had some fish in his pocket, and we all jumped into the water. To be honest, our expectations for the snorkelling weren’t particularly high and I’m not sure why considering there is a huge coral reef nearby. We weren’t too far from shore and so we were just expecting to see some nice fish. We would’ve been happy just to see Nemo. We were pretty blown away when the first thing we saw was a stingray. Suddenly there was another and they were being playful, moving through the water together just above the surface of the seafloor.
We followed our guide through the water and whilst looking at lots of fish that had congregated as he was giving them fish, we saw 5 stingrays underneath. Then out of nowhere, the biggest turtle swam underneath Ads who caught it all on his GoPro. The turtle could obviously smell the fish and was swimming nearby. We couldn’t get over how huge he was and just so beautiful.
Then as he swam off, a little baby turtle swam by. It was so small and sweet. Any scepticism about how successful the snorkelling trip would be disappeared. Seeing so much sea life was amazing and honestly, quite a shock. We were absolutely over the moon to have seen such an array of creatures.
The guide had to spend a lot of time looking after one of the guests who had never snorkelled. After a couple of swift kicks to the face, we learnt to stay clear of her to avoid a broken nose! Having such a small group was great, but the trip was over way too soon.
The boat back to shore was a lovely ride and when we landed, we walked further down the white sand beach. We saw lots of stalls offering the boat tours, but they were packing a lot more people into the boats, so we felt like the price we paid was great for all the turtles and stingrays we saw.
After relaxing on the beach, we decided to move on, jumping on our bikes and heading further down the road that runs parallel to the beach. We headed past Playa Paraiso until we found another beach, Playa Pocna. We lay in front of a bar, listening to their music and enjoying the weather. We fell asleep under the warm afternoon sun.
Soon it was time to head back to the hostel. Cycling home Ads’ chain kept coming off because the chain was too big. As we headed to the supermarket, the chain came off in front of a bike shop. Some kind employees at the bike shop rushed out to help us and the second time it happened they got the wrench out to fix it properly. They were so helpful and sent us on our way with a smile and a wave.
We picked up some more tacos and avocados for dinner and treated ourselves to a bottle of wine. As our last night in Tulum, we planned to go out. One of the helpers at the hostel was leaving so we went to the bar in the hostel and had lots of drinks.
Suddenly it was time to leave Tulum. Although a lot more touristy than the other places we’d visited in Mexico, we really enjoyed our time here but it was time to move on to Bacalar. We had breakfast, packed and finished the last of our food before heading to the bus station for the 12.30 pm bus.
As we walked to the bus station, it was so hot. The fifteen-minute walk felt like half-hour so it was nice to get to the shaded bus station. We got our bus tickets to Bacalar and jumped on the lovely air-conditioned bus. I felt sick for the whole journey and was very relieved when 3 hours later our bus came to a stop.
The bus driver shouted ‘Bacalar’ and everyone looked out of the window and looked slightly confused. We had just pulled up on the side of a motorway. It took a second calling of ‘Bacalar’ for the tourists to start moving. We pulled out of iPhone to take a look at where we were and it showed that we were on the outskirts of Bacalar, so we got our stuff and disembarked.
We decided to grab a taxi (only 50 pesos) so that we didn’t have to lug our things into town. We had found a great hostel that had affordable private rooms. After 5 nights in a shared dorm, we thought we deserved a little privacy. We arrived and the hostel was really pretty, lots of greenery everywhere, with a bar offering very cheap drinks. Ideal.
Being mid-afternoon we decided to head into town to take a look at the famous Lake of Seven Colours. After Tulum, the town felt like we’d returned to Mexico. On our wanderings, we found a lovely main plaza with a fort on the shore of the lake. We walked down to a bar for a better view. The view was gorgeous, and the many different shades of blue were stunning. We ordered a beer and then it began to rain. The grey skies dulled the beautiful colours and although still pretty, the sun was missing to totally bring out the colours to really make the lake sparkle.
At 40 pesos a beer (expensive by the way!), we decided to continue our walk along the lake. We walked past a wedding party that were now huddling under shelter as the rain continued, but lots of people were already dancing. The rain wasn’t going to stop their party!
We had read about a great restaurant called Playita and upon arriving it feels like you’re being transported into the jungle. With colourful furniture and lovely plants, the place was beautiful. There is a pier for lake views and the food and drinks menu were both impressive and reasonable. It was a great introduction to Bacalar and we knew we’d be returning to this lovely spot before our trip was over.
Checking the weather, we saw that a thunderstorm was due so we decided to start the 20-minute walk back to the hostel. After Tulum, the hostel was a lot quieter, with people just staying in their small friendship groups. We relaxed in the garden and then as the rains started we headed up to our wonderful private room!
Included in the price of our hostel was a beach club. They have another lakeside property where people camp and if you stay in town, there is a daily shuttle that takes you to the lake every day for free.
We woke up and as the skies were still overcast, we thought this would be the perfect time to relax in a hammock and look at the lake. After a good breakfast, we awaited the shuttle. In the garden was a truck and as they alerted everyone the shuttle was leaving, we realised the truck was the method of transportation. In we jumped with another couple.
Certainly an experience, with the overcast skies, the journey was rather cold. The driver was going full pelt along the highway, so we had to get our sarong out to keep us warm! We loved the journey and it was a really fun way to start our excursion. After about 15 minutes we turned off the road and down to the property on the lake. The lake views were spectacular and we lay on sun loungers admiring the view.
The skies continued to get greyer and soon we had to grab a hammock under a shelter as the drizzle started. The blues on the lake were muted but lying in the hammock, was so relaxing and with only 6 other people at the property, it felt very chilled.
There is a small restaurant on-site and the prices were ok, so we ordered some hotdogs and some nachos. Travelling around Mexico and eating nachos has genuinely been an absolute joy. Different versions in different places but all have been incredible, until these nachos. The nachos arrived, cold and covered in cold sauce. The nachos were soggy, the cheese was minimal and not even melted. It’s safe to say they were the worst nachos we’ve ever had!
The rain continued for the rest of the afternoon and soon it was time to head back on the truck, which was less fun in the rain, but we had jumpers so we were better prepared. We relaxed at the hostel and soon the weather had cleared up.
We hadn’t had time to go to a supermarket, so we looked up some cheap taco restaurants and headed into town to find one. Arriving at the restaurant, we saw the closed sign showing, but we’d seen lots of incredible options, so walked a few doors up and found another great taco place with prices between 14 – 20 pesos for a taco.
We ordered 4 different versions, heaped on the chilli sauces and they were great. After nacho-gate, we were so glad! We saw some locals enjoying another meal so tried an enchilada with mole. The cinnamon was quite strong in the mole, but we were glad we tried something the locals were eating.
After so much sight-seeing and travelling, we were quite tired so had a slow start to the day which worked well because it was still slightly overcast. After a relaxing morning and beginning to see some blue sky we decided to head into town for lunch.
We’d read about this little hut where they sell the most delicious fish tacos. On a mission to find the best fish taco in Mexico (it’s good to have an aim when you travel!) we walked to the stall, only to find it closed. Having been caught out before, we’d saved a couple of additional restaurants nearby so we headed for lunch at La Pina.
The restaurant was great, set in the garden, you perch on wooden seats. As we looked at the menu we saw food being taken to other tables and the portions were huge and the prices were good. Our food was fantastic and as we paid, the sun finally came out from behind the clouds. We headed down to the lake and for the first time in a couple of days, really got to appreciate the colours of the lake and the hot, hot sun.
As we walked by the lake we found an undeveloped piece of land and saw a couple of kayaks. We asked about hiring a kayak and they said we could get a double kayak for 600 pesos for the day. We had been toying with the idea of doing a sunrise Stand-Up Paddleboard tour but decided that a full day on the lake with a kayak was a much better idea.
With the sun shining on us we decided to head back to the hostel to do the 3.30 pm boat ride to take advantage of the sun. It was a great decision and at only 250 pesos per person, it really gave us an idea of places to visit on the lake and also how vast it is. We lay on seats at the back of the boat and enjoyed the views, with the guide explaining about all the different cenotes within the lake and the stromatolites that live in the lake.
We got time to swim at the pirate’s canal which is a beautiful stretch of water. We were encouraged to go slightly to the left and walk until the ground sinks and feels more like mud than sand. Here you can do a little do-it-yourself mud pack! It smelt absolutely dreadful, but after lots of mosquito spray and sun cream every day our faces welcomed the exfoliation and our skin felt so soft afterwards! Definitely worth the unpleasant smell.
Still full from lunch, we headed to the shops to get some ingredients for guacamole. We decided to hire the double kayak and thought we’d take our own lunch to maximise our time on the lake.
Our time in Bacalar was going really quickly and we realised that we needed to arrange our next move to Belize. We read a few blogs which if anything, filled us with dread about crossing the border. People spoke about delays, long journeys, being ripped off at the border. It all sounded dreadful. We looked up the ADO bus and it said it left at 4.20 am from Bacalar. We weren’t particularly keen about walking out to the side of the motorway in the dark with all our gear.
Asking at the hostel, they told us there was a shuttle and at about $5 more expensive and leaving at 8 am, it sounded like the best option. With this all booked up, we made the guacamole for our lunch and headed off to the kayak rental place.
We’d been told that upon leaving Mexico you have to pay an exit tax – a lot of airlines include this on your ticket, but if it’s not there and you can’t prove you paid it, you’ll be asked to pay it at the border. We flew to Cancun with TUI and the ticket was so cheap, we were pretty sure that the tax wasn’t included so got some more pesos out.
We headed to the kayak rental place and lots of people were trying to offer us a kayak for 300 pesos an hour. Knowing we’d found a good deal we hired a double kayak for 600 pesos for the day, although they did try and increase the prices a little before we’d told them we’d seen the price list the day before!
Ever a time/money/distance optimist, we set out and I was slightly over-enthusiastic about how far we’d get. Ads luckily reigned in my ideas of how far we’d get around the lake. Nearby was Cenote de la Bruja or Cenote Negro that we’d visited on our boat trip yesterday. You see the shallow waters totally give way to dark waters that are over 90 metres deep. To fully appreciate this view we decided to get some drone footage, showing the cenote from above.
After kayaking the black Cenote, we headed over to near the Isla de los Parajos where it started raining. Being on the lake didn’t really affect the beautiful blues, but up ahead near the Pirate’s Canal we saw the sun, so decided to head that way for lunch.
On our boat trip the day before there had been a couple of boats, but being a Saturday it was a lot busier than the day before. There was a proper party going on with about 25 boats all blaring music and people relaxing in the sun in the water. We tied the kayak up away from the action and got our out delicious homemade guacamole and tortillas for lunch. The food was so simple but it was amazing and we definitely had the best view.
We loved kayaking on the lake and being on the water was the way to experience the lake of seven colours. After 4 hours of kayaking our arms were aching, so we decided to head back to shore and return the kayak. We decided to head back to the hostel to pack and en route came across a lovely Dutch lady we’d met in Holbox and then again in Valladolid. She was about to jump on a bus back to Cancun and told us all about her travels since we’d seen her last. It was a lovely chance encounter and soon she had to head off.
We came back to the hostel and realising it was our last night in Mexico, we decided we should go and try the amazing fish tacos at Playita. We reflected on the amazing time we’d had and all the fantastic things we’d seen and we were sad to leave, but at the same time excited for Belize.
As we arrived at Playita, the sun was setting and a duo were playing Jazz. We ordered fish tacos and prawn tempura tacos and we could finally say, we’d found the best tacos in Mexico! Packed to the brim they were both incredible and were the best possible meal to end our time in Mexico. We were ready for some island time in Belize!