I woke up again very early. Who
cares what time it was. I took the huge papaya I bought the day before for not
more than 2 Euro, had a small breakfast and closed the door behind me wearing
my sport clothes.
I crossed the main street and headed to the beach. Straight ahead and then
left. The street is really wide and it broke once into the jungle.
These four Km feel like ten at this felt temperature.
This time the several paths with access to the beach are closed. It was taking
me too long, so I tried a hidden one. It was steep scary but I finally climbed
to a rocky place with a great view over the sea. In Tulum the the sun does not
rise above the water. I can see the pyramid from here.
My face is red and my pores are open. I was sweating all out of me. I made a
selfie to share it later with my family and walked back to the street. It was
beautiful but dangerous to swim there.
I continued jogging for a while until I found the first official access. The
very first moment I saw the almost white sand I took off my shoes. The sand
here is never got.
I was tired, but still, I jumped into the water despite the barrier of sea
wheat laying along the beach. It feels a bit rough when you get to swim close to
it. But the water is clear and the water has the perfect temperature to
refresh. I can observe the pelicans while being in the water. They fly from one
end of the beach to the other chasing their food.
It is not yet 9 AM. I need my towel to dry up… so I just sat down and relaxed
observing the waves moving back and forth and listening to their rattle against
the sand.
I felt sorry for the people trying to dig the sea wheat away. I wish the reason
for this could be attacked instead of only fighting its symptom. Anyhow, this
beach is one of the most beautiful from all of the ones I have ever visited. It
really feels like paradise and if the cars wouldn’t make such noise, I could
permanently observe these amazing blue birds flying around.
It is still early and the heat intense. The shade on the side of the pedestrian
path is almost gone. I take the risk and jog on the the other side, otherwise I
won’t make it to the Casita. I will of course come back but next time with the
bike and stay at the beach for the day but certainly with something to eat,
drink, read and swim.
Let’s see what else the day will bring.
