Day 4: After arriving in Mexico I'd found out that Gurj and Jared were going to be on vacation in Cancun. I convinced them to rent a car and come out to Tulum for a hang!
an older local couple of mainers strolls past looking at us with poker-faced curiosity. i wonder if she can smell john's mary jane and wonder if what she thinks of it if she can. she catches me watching her and i give her a big genuine smile. she has won me over with her new england poker face. she sees my smile is genuine and smiles back. i see her husband notice my smile peripherally but he doesn't turn his eyes or head to investigate further. not out of unfriendliness, more of a no-nonsense hurry to get to the motel office to get some kind of thing squared away.
Do you know what hotel security at the Ritz Carlton says when they catch you hiding out smoking a joint in the corner right next to the NO SMOKING sign?
The weird feeling of checking into a hotel in the middle of an office park awaiting to attend a meeting that you don't know much about = the life of a self-employed consultant.
After checking out of my terrible hotel, I tried one last time to make friends with this chocolate dachshund, but she didn't want to have ANYTHING to do with me. So barky!
Made it back to the bike rental place within seconds of another torrential downpour. The bike rental guy let me hang out in his little house with him for thirty minutes until it cleared up.
I thought the room was so cheap just because it was terrible. But that night I also learned that the discount was also due to the fact that the room is twenty feet away from the island's only MEGA CLUB that plays insanely loud reggaeton music (played over a PA, inside a rectangular building entirely constructed of corrugated sheet metal - like it was MEANT to be heard) until 2am every night. (I'm laughing as I type this because I remember myself laying in bed that night reggaeton-dancing-myself to sleep to the bed-rattling beat.)
Their $20 room turned out to be really crappy room, but since it was just me, myself and I, the three us all voted on savings. I have no problems spending money on consumables like food and drinks & adventures, but I hate spending money on hotels.
I went to bed a little past midnight with a plan to get up early the next morning and take a day trip into neighboring Guatemala to see the massive Mayan site, Tikal.
Busy day! Went back to the hotel for a nap.THIS, by the way, is the hilarious / terrifying entrance to my hotel: Hotel upstairs, MEATSHOP downstairs!.
Sure, you're welcome to stay here. As long as you can overcome your fear of the obvious horror-movie danger of us murdering you in your sleep and SELLING YOU AS FOOD in conveniently-located meatshop downstairs. Haven't you seen the movie, Hostel, you idiot?
