In five weeks time, my annoying family and I will be jetting off to Mexico. We can’t wait. However, no one appears to have done anything yet, apart from get our vaccinations checked. So, I guess it will be the usual, last minute panic to get everything ready. Or we’ll just chuck flip flops and swim suits in a bag and go.
We first went to Mexico, back in 1996. We’d been travelling in Guatemala, at the end of the civil war and were looking for some relaxation on the beach. Cancun seemed a good enough spot to try, and boy, did we hate it! However, I think this was due to culture shock. In Guatemala, we’d been out in rural areas and the jungle. So, the ‘big city’ really was a ‘big shock’.
Now, fast forward to 2011. A small-ish child in tow meant that our usual trekking was not an option, so we decided to give the place another try. And what a difference. Cleaned up, with smart shops and the only polo field in Central America that’s in the jungle. We loved it. Having said that we didn’t stay in the city. We picked a quiet town about 15-20 miles down the coast and stayed in a lovely hotel near Cancun’s Zoo.
This year we’ll be staying in the same town (Puerto Morelos), but at a different different hotel (Thank you, Trip Advisor).
The weather is usually good, although we always advise people to go abroad at different times to ourselves, as we can attract ‘unusual’ weather patterns: unseasonal rain in both India and Thailand, for example. And last year, our best effort yet, a hurricane. Yes, we were on Hispaniola, when Hurricane Isaac landed. Fortunately, we were about 150 miles away from the landing point, but the effect on the local weather was immense. I’ve never seen rain or waves like that in the Caribbean, and we’ve been travelling there for over 20 years.