We arrived here in Tulum a few days ago after another meal-less flight on Aeromexico followed by a fast 2 hour car transfer. On the flight, RM caught up with a newspaper and spotted an article which said there had been a 5.1 earthquake in Mexico City the day before. He said he was sure he felt the earth move!
We are staying at the dreadfully named Hip Hotel, although there is nothing dreadful about it. The place consists of 20 cabanas located right on a white sandy beach. Shoes are not required at all during the day and we put on sandals to dress up in the evening.
Our days have fallen into a routine.
6am - the sun starts streaming through our bedroom window, the birds start to sing and we wake to the sound of crashing waves.
7am - suitably lathered in sunscreen, we have a morning constitutional along the beach walking past many other small beach front places very similar to ours. There are no high rise buildings and many have been built using natural materials with thatched roofs. The beach seems endless and stretches for much further than we can walk.
8am to 10am - sunbathing, reading and the odd dip in the beautiful, turquoise Caribbean sea.
10am - a late American breakfast
11am to 1pm - more beach (in)activity - the Kindle and hotel library are really working well.
1pm - a respite from the sun - either a couple of Corona beers with possibly a light snack depending on what we've had for dinner the previous night,
Afternoon until 5pm - sunning, reading, dipping
5pm to 7pm - is happy hour at the next hotel so we usually manage to put in an appearance for dos margarita.
Evenings - are spent having dinner at one of half a dozen very different restaurants all within a few minutes walk from the Hip!
10pm - lights out ready for another exhausting day.
PR is also having a well earned break. He is well looked after by our room maid, who is giving him lessons in towel art.
If this routine deviates significantly, we will let you know!
We are staying at the dreadfully named Hip Hotel, although there is nothing dreadful about it. The place consists of 20 cabanas located right on a white sandy beach. Shoes are not required at all during the day and we put on sandals to dress up in the evening.
Our days have fallen into a routine.
6am - the sun starts streaming through our bedroom window, the birds start to sing and we wake to the sound of crashing waves.
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| Our room is top left |
8am to 10am - sunbathing, reading and the odd dip in the beautiful, turquoise Caribbean sea.
10am - a late American breakfast
11am to 1pm - more beach (in)activity - the Kindle and hotel library are really working well.
1pm - a respite from the sun - either a couple of Corona beers with possibly a light snack depending on what we've had for dinner the previous night,
Afternoon until 5pm - sunning, reading, dipping
5pm to 7pm - is happy hour at the next hotel so we usually manage to put in an appearance for dos margarita.
10pm - lights out ready for another exhausting day.
PR is also having a well earned break. He is well looked after by our room maid, who is giving him lessons in towel art.
If this routine deviates significantly, we will let you know!
Sounds just like my retirement ritual. I tend to go to bed slightly later but then I've "Dallas" on Tuesdays at 11 pm.
ReplyDeleteI like the towel sculpture of an elephant - well I suppose with so much time on your hands...
HJ says - the weather in E17 must have perked up at last.
ReplyDeleteRM says - I need to get retirement tips from you, all I do in retirement is ccok, clean and shop!