Don't Give Papaya

Dar Papaya In Colombia, we say that if you leave your hand out with papaya for long enough, then someone will probably take it. So when people tell you “no dar papaya”, it translates as “don't give papaya”, but it is meant as a warning: don't put yourself in a vulnerable position where you may be taken advantage of.

There are two things that I like to do when I am in a new city. The first is the "Hop On, Hop Off" tour bus. It is as geeky as it comes but these never fail to get me orientated, plus it helps discover areas I would probably never have found. The second is a walking tour, usually of the downtown area. They are always advertised as free, but of course you tip the guide when you are done. These can be anywhere from 2 to 4 hours, and like the bus tour, they are always worth the effort.

I chose Capture Colombia Tours as the reviews were decent. I get up with Marcela, the tour guide, and 4 others at their office, which was about a 15 minute walk from my hotel. 

We walked about 10 minutes and jumped on a city bus to get to the city centre.

Botero Square is filled with bizarre statues, incredible architecture and hookers of all shapes and sizes. Although incredibly popular it is another no-go zone after the safety of the sun has gone.

San Antonio Square - The disturbing history is that there was a terrorist attack in the plaza in 1995, when a bomb that had been placed in a Botero sculpture - The Bird - exploded and killed or injured dozens of people, Botero agreed to replace the sculpture, as long as the damaged piece remained. They sit side by side in the park.

The park seemed peaceful enough but Marce made it acutely aware to stay in a group and not wander off and if we were not there with a guide we would absolutely get robbed, even in the daytime. The wolves eyes were everywhere on the edges of the park. La Playa Street, Junin Street and San Ignacio Square were all great places to have a guide. 

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Marcela gave us each a Metro Pass to get back to the Poblado station. Let me say this, once you figure out the basics of a cities Metro, you own that city. Let me talk about the Medellin Metro, the world's largest cities would be so lucky to have such a system.

From Wikipedia.' There are 27 Metro stations, 18 Metrocable stations, 3 Tramway stations (+ 6 stops), 20 BRT stations (+ 8 feeding buses stops) in the Medellín network, all listed in the following table; for a total of approx. 79 stations (14 stops)"

Ok, great, why is the new metro so important? It is because of the MetroCables that rise above the comunas (favelas) and give the citizens fast, safe access to the city. You can buy a ticket and continue on your journey up the metro cables on your route, giving you as a traveller, access to areas in the hillsides that you would never have gone to in the past. You need to be selective and of course always go during the day as nighttime in the hillside comunas of Medellin are still what they are, especially to a wide eyed gringo with a camera phone. I rode all 6 of the metro cables and never tired of the views of the enormity and expanse of the hillside comunas.  I got off at Santo Domingo (Line K) and wandered around and was welcomed with warm smiles. The tourist Line L does not serve a comuna area but is connected to Arvi Park, a peaceful location within the hillsides madness.  Keep in mind that the metro is fantastic and diving into the experience and mastering it is empowering, but you can take an Uber for a bit more and get to your location in half the time, if that is your goal. That being said, getting around Medellin is probably the easiest of any large city I have ever been to.

This is just a quick post about getting a feel for Medellin. After waiting for the holidays to be over, it was exciting to get out and about and start exploring. Free city tours, or any city tour is the way to go in my books. I get teased all the time because I have become a fan of the Touristy Hop On/OFF buses that are usually available in most cities. Get me on the open air top level, with translation headphones and I will be the dorky tourist for a while. 

Well That Happened

Medellin is the popular new kid on the gringo trail. It is quickly emerging from it's violent date with history with vim, vigor and a whole ton of attitude. Modern and well connected for digital nomads, you will find it is top heavy in praise and encouragement to excite travelers to embrace the new Colombia. However there is still a very dark side that exists but it can be pushed a bit to the side and ignored for gringo dollars.  Areas of the country are "off limits" and areas of Medellin are considered to dangerous to wander into, especially at night. Poverty, homelessness and drug addiction are a few of the many social injustices that thrive here. New wide eyed travelers present a gold mine of opportunity with their clueless cellphone use and absolute obtuse thought processes that they are untouchable. Addiction to mobile devices and social media will do that to a person. Mexico was fun and easy because I was comfortable there. Now it is time to put my spidey sense on full alert and dive into the mystique that is Colombia. 

The Coco Bamboo is in the heart of Poblano, the main tourist district of Medellin. I checked in easy enough, tossed my rucksack into my room and out the door I went. I immediately came across a BBC (Bogota Brewing Company), a Brew Pub that was blaring ACDC. Exit, stage right, for a quick pint to set myself sort of calmed down sorted out. The entire area was busy revving up for New Years Eve. I drained the pint rather quickly because I was hungry and there were lots of exploring to do before the madness was going to start. A 10 minute wander I came across another BBC on a more main street that had clear TVs playing football and looked jammed with expats so it was stop number 2. Are you noticing a new country pattern? This time I hung around for a few hours as there were a lots of people to talk to and I was in freaking Medellin and this was a decent way to start climatizing.

I was feeling light on my feet, so I said good by to BBC #2, it was now or never for food. Everything was jammed and I was muttering to myself why I did not just eat at the BBC? I fit right in and nobody paid any attention to me. I spied a shop that was serving up tacos, donairs and falafels and with a belly full of beer and a happy attitude it seemed like a home run to me. There was a free table on the patio, which was plastic with plastic chairs, so this would do just fine. I ordered a donair to eat there and falafel to take away and was casually asked if I would like my combo with Pepsi or Beer. I settled in and happily watched the kaleidoscope of life in front of me. Little did I know that my night was about to take an interesting, if not sinister turn.

Do you know when you see someone who is not to be fucked with and you instantly know it?  I was sipping my beer and taking the steps toward me was in a tall, bald, very big dude in a light power blue sports coat. His head was shiny bald, like he took the time to make it gleam in evening lights. Into the restaurant he walks and all I thought was "Dorothy, you are not in Kansas anymore." Do I listen to myself? Of course not.

Mr. Powder Blue Blazer returned to the patio with a beer in hand, looking for a place to sit. I had three extra seat and when he looked my way I nodded, looked at the chairs around me and  I invited him to sit at my table. He thanked me and took a seat and I just held on for the ride. Sadly, or not, I was not going to be in a part in a scene from Nacro as our "suspected hitman" was a German guy who had recently moved to Colombia for "business". He said he spent a long time living in Cyprus but it started to become "like Germany" with it's gossip and nothing could be a secret anymore. No, I never asked what his business was or anything about "gossip and secrets". He was friendly enough and I offered to buy him another beer, mostly to secure my own personal safety.

What I thought was a Middle Eastern waiter turned out to be the owner suddenly appeared, pulled up a seat and started talking to Mr. Powder Blue Blazer, in German!  So now I have a German "businessman" talking to a Colombian "waiter" in German while I am stuffing my face with a delicious donair. The weird part has not even happened yet.  I hear a loud "Hey my brother" and up walks a new middle eastern dude, short but build like a brick wall. He embraces the owner, who stood up, looks at me and then starts talking to the German guy in Turkish, and off the three of them go talking emotionally in a mixture of German, Turkish, and English in a Spanish speaking country.

I think I might have had this experience once while high on edibles but none the less. The Turk is all wound up and sits down so I was all in now and this was excellent theatre. He starts telling us about how he just had trouble at his apartment. I will paraphrase his story.

He was in his apartment when he heard  noise outside his patio door. He opened the blinds to see 2 guys on his balcony and he recognized them as street guys from the area. There are quite a few beggars and and drug addicts in and around Poblado that work their way into the tourist area as the evening turns to night. Anyways, they had  begun to pry open his window and he said he jumped them and pulled the first one in and threw him to the floor. The second he "pushed off the third balcony" and "I think he might be dead, I did not look". He then proceed to say he started fighting with this guy who then pulled out a knife. The knife broke (I did not ask) and he got the sharp part and "stabbed the robber in the foot".  I told him I am now going to call the police and the robber screamed "No, don't".
** This being the cash cow Poblado the police presence is huge and they have NO tolerance for street crime against tourists.

Now the Turk says the robber jumped out the window and onto the balcony so I followed and pushed him off. "I think we might be dead as well". I live on the third floor so yes, I think they are both dead.  The German, listening intently asked, "when did this happen" and the reply was an eager "just now, so I came for a beer". I had to process the statement "I just tossed two guys off my third floor balcony and I think they might be dead, so I came here for a beer."

Then it was suggested by the German that they go look to see if they were indeed dead, and both of them gave me a "do you want to come with us" glance. I showed no eagerness so they just got up and left, walking casually into the evolving madness of a Medellin New Years Eve to see if the Turk had actually killed two guys by throwing them off a third story balcony. The restaurant owner sat beside me and out of the blue asked me, "you're Canadian right?" I nodded as I drained my beer and without a beat  he said, I have about $3000 Canadian that I can not use here, do you want to buy it from me?

I told him that I did not want to carry all that cash as I travelled around Colombia. It seemed to end our evenings friendship and he got up and walked back into the restaurant. I paid my bill and went back to the BBC sports bar which I now figured was my safe zone, where the only thing being killed was the clock in the Cotton Bowl game between Alabama and Cincinnati.

Colombia Country Number 52

When I mention Colombia, what are the first things that come to mind? Naturally it is Pablo Escobar, cocaine, narcos, guns and all the violence that swallowed that era of this country's history. There is no reason to gloss over it, Colombia has a deep, dark and disturbing modern history and, today much of the country has real struggles with poverty, homelessness, drug addiction and crime which is all wrapped up nicely with an obscene Government Corruption bow.

*NERD FUN FACTS**

Click Here to discover 35 interesting facts about Colombia. These include being the second most Bio Diverse country in the world, The most bio diverse when it comes to birds. Number 1 in Emerald production and it is often voted among the happiest countries in the world. 

Sitting in the Cancun airport waiting for my flight to Medellin I suddenly had a moment of "holy shit, I am going to Medellin! Very much like the first time I flew to Nicaragua I was excited to go, but my Spidey senses were on full overdrive, which in hindsight and a bit of honesty, saying they were my Spidey senses sounds cooler than the fact there was a bit of fear residing in my bravado. I have travelled extensively to some historically dark countries and each and every time, except for being robbed in Bolivia, the countries were spectacular in their own ways. However, I was heading into a modern historical hell hole and until you actual put your "boots on the ground", you are going to be prejudicial until you know better.

I felt the expected surge of adrenaline as the plane started the decent into the Medellin Airport. This is Colombia, country number 51 for me. Customs and Immigration were a breeze and actually quite welcoming. I figured I would get a SIM card once I settled into my hostel, not sure why I made that decision but it was Medellin and I just wanted to get a pint at the first Pub I could find and start to soak it all in. Now, usually when arriving by air into a new country, I treat myself to a private airport pickup, one of my few travel luxuries. I just like seeing my name on a placard being held my a smiling face, well hopefully smiling. Well there was Carlos was  there with the sign with my name on it and a big welcoming grin. It was a $45 ride and later I found out that Ubers price was about 10 bucks so Carlos was having a good day. 

I arrived late in the afternoon of Dec 31st. so, New Years Eve in Medellin Colombia! Lets be painfully honest, I will still be in bed and asleep by 11. I flew Avianca from Cancun and there was an oddly organized deplaning process There was an announcement for everyone to stay in their seats and they will call people by rows in order to disembark. They made this announcement three times in both English and Spanish, using Covid as the reason. As you can expect, a few people did not get the memo and stood up to access their bags which was just pavlovian response that so many people have when they land. It got pretty funny when the young couple in front of me became aware something was off as they stood in the aisle trying to access their bags from the overhead compartment. You could see the mixture of confusion and terror on their faces, why were most people still sitting? There were others who looked at those standing so they stood up too (monkey see, monkey do) but looked around with a bit of trepidation, have standing half sitting. Again a calm but clearly agitated voice came over the PA, "please sit down and we will disembark by selected rows". People really are dumb.

It was an excellent experience. The first 15 rows on the right were called. When they left the plane the first 15 on the left and so one, 15 rows at a time. Orderly and eerily calm. I am repeating myself, this should be the normal operation procedure on all airlines. Well with the exceptions of any Airline from the United States because people would complain that their rights were being trampled on. They have the right to stand whenever they wanted. If they could stand only when they were told to do so, that would be Socialism, come on, you know I am right.

As I said, Immigration was breeze and I did make a small observation on the power of the Canadian Passport. While in the queue (still my favorite English word. The letter Q followed by silent u and e) for immigration everyone has their passports out at the ready. Me being the creeper I can be, I am always trying and peek to see where people around me are are from. There were many Mexicans, a few Russians, France and an American. As  the Mexicans moved forward each  person was with immigration for a bit longer than was seemed to be the usual about of time. Again, things you notice when standing in a long line waiting for you turn.. There seemed to be lots of questions, validation of documents (from mobile phones of course) and sullen looks towards the Mexicans. I thought Colombian Border Control sure are an angry lot. The Russians had lots of paperwork, which I figured was obvious with visa requirements. The French were asked quite a few questions but the agent seemed polite. The American, ah the American. He was giving it a go with really bad Spanglish, BUT I actually heard him say, ",but I am an American". I have no idea why anyone from the United States thinks that is some sort of "get out of jail free card" in life. He was stamped and let through but you could tell they were making it difficult for him just because. Now it's my turn right after Mr. USA. Canadian, American, its all the same to them right. I think I peed a little as I slowly walked up to my executioner. I opened my passport to the picture side, politely said "Buenas Tardes". He smiled and said, "Proof of Vaccine" in excellent English. I opened it on my phone and he smiled and then replied "2 Pfiser, Good". He then stamped my passport and said, "Enjoy Colombia." It took 30 - 45 seconds, tops.

If you have ever seen the movie Midnight Express, where the main character, Billy, finally escapes from prison. He is walking away slowly and trying not to run so as to not draw attention to himself. That would be me as I wandered into the Medellin airport.

It was mid afternoon on New Years Eve 2022. How insane was this town going to be? Not to worry because I have not seen midnight in about 15 years. Just don't run dammit!

Something Has Felt Off

I have been looking for an "Ah Ha" moment of realization, a bit of inspiration if you will indulge me. No, not some ridiculous, "oh look at that amazing sunset, the world is awesome" cliche. Word of note, the adjective "awesome" is absolutely the most overused word on Planet English. I have been wandering around Yucatan, Mexico, but something feels off. The tacos are delicious. The people are genuine. The culture is something that must be seen and enjoyed, warts and all. (No, an all inclusive do not count). The language, the madness, the history, national pride and cheap delicious golden lager embraces me like a warm fire on a cold winter's night. However, something is a miss.

Global Covid Madness (GCM from now on) has taken the flow out of every day life and the glorious edge of exploration. This is not going to be post about my theories on GCM. However you can see that it is taking a toll on every day life. Here in Mexico, masks are mandatory everywhere including walking in the street. Many tourists, myself included, do not wear their mask in the street but are put on when entering a store or restaurant, myself included. Now try and speak with someone without wearing  a mask. Holy Shit. Their eyes widen, they walk backwards and sometimes cover their eyes. Yes you read that right, they cover their eyes. This borders on the fear that they are talking to a contagious leper.  People are really scared to death by the drama that they are fed by the governments and the news. Well OK, I do have an opinion in this post about GCM. Now if the only thing separating me from anything is a silly little black cotton mask then so be it. However, when masks start to become fashion statements you have "jumped the shark"

No, this issue rests entirely on my shoulders, my "Ah Ha Moment if you would. I came to the Yucatan with uneven expectations. I know Cancun and where to get mouth watering street tacos for about .50 Cents. Valladolid was over rated but enjoyable. It was in Merida and Progreso that I have spent most of my time. It is Mexico in every way and there is value to thinking about moving here permanently. I just can not get past the fact that it feels like Florida, but cheaper and Spanish speaking.

The majority of Expats roam the streets like they own the place. It is almost a subtle superiority complex. They have found a place where their dollar goes a bit further and with that there seems to be an "arrogance of implied wealth" that they did not have from where ever they came from, mostly Canada and The United States. Do not misunderstand me. I have not been mistreated by anyone. My Expat interactions have been pleasant. Nice conversations that inevitably turn to either health care (Canadians) or politics (USA). A basis for all retirement communities I would imagine.

North Merida could be any city in Canada or the United States. Big Box Stores, Fast Food Chains, wide busy streets with mostly new automobiles and gas at .20 pesos a litre, about $1.24 Canadian. Cool for older Expats who want to retire surrounded by familiarity and lower costs. Merida being cheaper and safer than Florida hits the mark. Progreso is nice enough. There are other coastal towns such as Chelem or Chicxlub (named after the meteor that hit here and killed the dinosaurs) to name just a few. You would need a car if you were to live here full time as well. That presents a whole new series of issues and costs. None the less, I realized that I approached Merida and Progreso as a retirement option, not a travel option. This may have distorted by ability to be open minded about it and just embrace it for what it is. 

I just do not think the whole "spend my winters in Mexico" or "retired to Merida" hits the mark for me, yet. Most people are older than me and moved to Mexico because "it is cheap." . Now, as with all things I did say Yet. This is an excellent option in a few years but I still have quite a bit of Wanderlust in me. That being said, prices are climbing here for the same reason they are in Canada and the USA. People from Mexico City, Puebla, Guadalajara and other large cities and selling their home and moving to be cash positive with remote working a huge draw. So, do I put some money together and build or buy a place now to rent out and move here when the time is right. I am certainly not Benjamin Buttons and time is relentless.

Buddha said "The trouble is you think you have time". Well shit Buddha, thanks a lot dude. 

Day Tripping

Day tripping, the travel type not the hallucinogen type, is like a box of chocolates. You never know what your gonna get. Sorry Forrest's Mama.

One trip might be easy and then next a bit trickier. The quality of transportation that you stumble upon could include buses, colectivos, combis, a mystery transportation or any combination could be used to reach your goal. Although this can be a part of fun and adventure of it all.  Yes, you do a bit of research online but you must keep all options available and an open mind. There must be the willingness to accept any change that is beyond your control. "But it did not say that when I was reading it on the website" but never, if ever be apart of your lexicon. In the end, complications and changes can lead to something more interesting and a better story.

Trip 1

I went with my friend Ana to Dzibilchaltun, a Mayan Site which included both ruins and a Cenote. We took an UBER (stupid tourist) as it was only about 30 minutes from Merida. The site was nice enough, small but historically important. We spent a few hours exploring and taking photos. Ana needed photos, lots and lots of photos. She actually asked me to hold her purse once and I laughed out loud. She responsed with "Mexican Boys Do It"  and I had to remind her I was not Mexican. She looked puzzled. I laughed, she frowned but we moved on. As with many Mayan sites, it was wide open and hot, Africa hot! 

The trip back was a bit more fun than an UBER ride. Leaving the site we needed to get to the main road to flag down a bus or taxi, which would have been about a 20 minute walk. Not a huge issue but again it was crazy hot and my Mexican friend was starting to complain a bit about it. "Seriously, you are Mexican and are complaining about the heat" I asked. Again, an unhappy puzzled look was returned in my direction. As we left, one of the site security guards explained we could take a Moto or motorized scooter into the town of Dzibilchaltun where we could catch a local bus back to Merida. Sold! The Scooter cost 30 pesos and the bus back was 12 pesos each. Total trip was 54 pesos, about $3.35. The UBER was 250 pesos, $15.00. Still reasonable but with a bit of work you can save money when you travel allowing you to go further and longer. You just need to put in the effort. Plus the motor scooter was pretty cool.

Trip 2

Izamal, The yellow city, was an easy one hour bus ride from Merida. There is a secondary bus terminal in Merida on Calle 50 which was easy enough to find. Although the COVID safety at this terminal was the most extreme I have come across so far in Mexico. The land of "COVID, yeah whatever".  I read quite a bit that the buses to Izamal were run down and a terrible ride. To that point I always take any review with a proverbial grain of salt. Reviews are subjective. For this bus,  I think many of the traveler's expectation were pretty high for an $8/1 hour bus ride. Sure the buses were not all shiny and brand new like ADO. A little worn but it was clean, safe and modern, I did not see a chicken or goat anywhere. As I said, I take all reviews on anything with a grain of salt. Some expectations are pretty high and complaints are usually petty like "there was no soap or shampoo and the free breakfast was not very big" for a $10 a night hotel. Keep an open mind.

Izamal did not disappoint. I was greeted with the huge entrance to the Monastery which gave me great views of surrounding town. As I wandered I was greeted by a toothless old man selling oranges and I made eye contact. That was it. I figured what the hell and I bought a few (they were sour) and we chatted for a few minutes. With no teeth and am not sure if he was smashed or just did not have the ability to speak properly. As I was leaving he asked for more money. Don't make eye contact.

My next stop was Archaeological Zone of Izamal. It is larger than it looks and is short walk from the town square. I missed the entrance and actually climbed up the pyramid from the backside, to the amusement of the few tourists that we at the top and quite a few locals on the street. Once I found the top there was a great view of the surrounding area including the "yellow town" itself. 

It was a nice town to just wander around and explore. There were few tourists and was told that is usually the case, which is amusing to me. An easy daytrip to such a great place. 

Trip 3

Uxmal is an important Mayan site about an hour south of Merida and the second most visited site after Chitzen Itza. I met Michiko at the hotel earlier in the day then bumped into her at a local bakery. She was getting snacks for her trip to Uxmal the next day so I invited myself along which she happily agreed. She is a Digital Normad working for the Japanese portals of Booking.com, AirBnB, Hotel.com and a few other aggregators.  She has traveled extensively and was really interesting to chat with. We ended up hanging out a quite a bit over three days, as you do.

At the end of the tour of the site we headed back to the highway to wait an hour and half for the bus that would be coming along. There were about a dozen or so other waiting so there were lots of hellos and easy conversations about travel. A Taxi/Van pulled up offering a ride and someone had the idea that they had read you could get a taxi to the Lazaro Caderas, the next town up the road on the way back to Merida. From there, there are more buses leaving to Merida. We had been waiting about 45 minutes. I looked at Michiko and it was obvious, we both were going to wait. We had our return ticket. So, off about 8 of them went, crammed into the van, on the way to find a quicker bus. The final warning to us was that the bus would be coming from Campeche and would be full, we would probably have to stand the entire way. We waved good-bye

Our bus arrived about 15 minutes later, almost empty and we merrily boarded and were back in Merida within an hour. The 8 of us who waited smiling knowingly that the others were going to get to Merida after us. 

Welcome to Merida

Vibrant and Safe. These are the two adjectives that I have heard over and over when talking about Merida, Mexico. It was also explained to me that outside of El Centro and as you head North towards Progresso, it could easily feel as if you are in south Florida, however without all the "legally concealed hand guns and the insane "stand your ground" law. There is a large Expat community here and with that you do get all the comforts (trappings) of where you came from such as a Walmart, TGIFridays or any myriad of fast food franchises. Nothing says living in a foreign country like having all the amenities and comforts of home. Yes, of course it is still Mexico, but ultimately it's not my Mexico. You will understand what I mean if you travel through the states of Chiapas (my absolute favorite), Oaxaca, Campeche, Veracruz or Puebla. If you did not know, there are 32 States in Mexico, and the official name of the country is the United States of Mexico. Take that USA!! Merida and the surrounding area is an excellent place to relax, explore and enjoy yourself. The 45 minute bus ride to the beach at Progresso is something to look forward to, and I suspect the Indio or Medelo is ice cold.

My plan was to spend about a month in Merida/Progresso. I have friends who have moved here and it was with their coxing that has me exploring a possible new home base. There are volumes of information about this area being the best place to retire/live in Mexico so it was time to find out for myself. Plus having Mexican residency would just be very cool.

With that being said and after a 2 hour ADO bus ride from Vallodolid, my first stop was Casa Lool Bah. I booked for 9 nights because it took me to the end of the month. Merida El Centro is in a grid pattern so finding anything is as easy as it gets. Google Maps/GPS is always the go to as well. The reviews were consistent, the location was close enough to the main Zocolo and there was a shaded pool. It turned out fine. The hosts were great. Jose was from Spain and Ananda was from Mexico City. They were renting the house with their dogs Rulo and Valentin, and then converted it to a hostel. It was peaceful and they were very welcoming. I had access to the kitchen to cook my own food. I don't do this often but sometimes it's a nice change of pace. 

I was excited to be here. First things first. it was time to get my walking shoes on and head to El Centro. Mexico has this great country marketing program, where each city has its own colorful city sign.  I have notice other countries are picking up this trend. These signs are tourist attractions and are a photo "must have". The sign in Cancun, which is at the far end of the beach zone is actually embarrassing to observe. There is a lineup of tourists waiting patiently in a long winding line under the intense head to snap the shot. Cancun is my "go to spot" to fly into Mexico. I stay downtown and catch the bus to the beach zone, where tourists pay thousands of dollars to sit on the same beach as I do.  One time I sat on the beach and watched the madness of the Cancun Sign photo party. It was approx a 45 minute wait. Damn. I sauntered up as there was a transition of people and just clicked my Cancun sign shot. A bit of a sloppy thing to do, but so be it. You cannot be an angel every moment of the day. As for Merida, it was mid-day and siesta time. So I had free reign over the sign.

Observations on my first day or wandering. This town is a great walking town. Colonial buildings, wide boulevards, quite a few parks, and smiling people. However you must always remember, Mexicans gather on the sidewalks in groups so you might have to do a bit of dodging and weaving. The sidewalks are often raised so if you are not careful a broken ankle is not out of the question. Also, cars always always always have the right away, regardless of any traffic law. 

With all the initial exploring I did have an endpoint, Hennessy's Irish Pub. I tend to find an expat pub wherever I go and they are usually Irish. Way to go Ireland. It was a very westernized Irish Pub with quite a few large screen TVs playing sports which is OK by me. There was a very nice long bar, lots of places to sit as it was not  busy for an afternoon, and the staff were friendly enough. I am sure they see their share of wide eyed tourists and expats so I was not too over the top with any questions or conversations. I kept it simple and low key. I was going to be coming back and first impressions are everything. The Indio was ice cold.

After a few pints it was time for some street food and I was not disappointed. I devoured a few friend meat sandwiches and found my way back to my BnB. I was full, a bit drunk and content. Not a bad first day Merida. Not bad at all.

Valladolid

As a jumping off spot to a few Mayan Ruin sites and Cenotes, Valladolid is a decent place to start. It is located half way between Cancun and Merida, about 2 hours on the ADO bus. I found it a decent stopover for 4 days. Anything more that that would have been nothing but pub time at the St Patricks. but I digress. I am not much for google or trip adviser reviews as they really are subjective. I did like the stories and videos from other travelers blogs. So Valladolid it was.

A sure sign of a growing town is road construction and this town was getting it done. Roads were being updated all around the centre part of town (El Centro). The upside was that it was keeping  what little traffic there was at bay. Many streets were short term de facto walking malls, without all the popup stalls.

Cenote Zaci	Just a Weird Disc
Calzada de los Frailes	Late Night Street Food
Ladies cooking great Street Food	Hostel

The Centro is rustic colonial and a bit weathered which was nice. Having been to quite a few Mexican Colonial towns that are spit and polish updated. I liked the rustic look and feel. There is a free walking tour of the town, which is common in many Latin America towns. It is a fun way to get orientated and the guide did have a pretty good information. Included was something I would have never even thought about. Over 75% of the people in the town still spoke Mayan and some it was their first and only language. Considering they flourished in 2000 BCE (Before Common Era) some 4000 years ago it is pretty impressive. They Mayan era ended about 900 CE (Common Era). This is definitely not to be confused with the Aztecs who lived and flourish around 1300 to 1521 BCE. Here is a link showing the comparisons of both cultures.

At the turn of the century there were only 2 hotels and a few run down hostels. Valladolid was not on the Gringo Trail. Tourists stayed in Cancun or Playa. It was just a stop over, to try and sell souvenirs, on the way from Cancun to Chitzen Itza. During the walking tour and when this was explained to me, I suddenly flashed back to around 1983. I was working for Disney Epcot and had travelled to Cancun for the first time. Our little group did take a bus tour to Chitzen Itza and we made a stop along the way. I never knew what the town was that we did stop at, but it must have been Valladolid. My personal circle of travel life. The city has been steadily growing and its proof is in the number of modernish hotels and other accommodations....and the roads, lets not forget those new roads.

AtrapaSueños, which means Dream Catcher,  was as good as any any place and 4 nights cost me $75. It was clean, safe and had lots of hot water which is a must. That may seem odd but depending on the town, the area and even the time of year, hot water is not always available, and cold showers suck! You never ever get used to them. There were only 3 rooms and the manager was friendly and chatty which was fine as I need to keep practicing my Spanish. I also did not hear a dog or rooster the entire time I was there, so win win.

Rustic Colonial Building	Modern Hotel
Local Church	Cenote Zaci

One of the main draws is Cenote Zaci in the centre of of town. My hostel was a 10 minute walk and I passed it on the way from the bus terminal. This was my initial introduction to said street construction. It looked abandoned as I passed but this is Mexico, everything can look abandoned. Alas, upon my return it was closed to the public due to the construction. The restaurant was open so I popped in for lunch and took a few photos. Cenotes are really beautiful and their significance can not be understated. The theory is that the meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs some 66 million years ago, the Chicxulub impactor plowed into the Yucatan. Sure it killed most things on the planet but the bits and pieces smashed down and the Ring of Cenotes were created as result of that meteor. There is more science involved including the rock in the area being limestone and very porous. The result is you will not find any major rivers in and around the Yucatan, they are all underground making the cenotes a major water source during Mayan Times.

My time here was rather uneventful. I took a day tour to the Mayan Ruins of Ek Balam. I wandered around the town exploring side streets and various historical areas and spent time at a fairly new Irish Pub, The St. Patrick's, located 2 blocks from the main Zocolo. Daniel the bartender was a friendly guy who told me epic tails of his time working along the beach strip in Cancun. "All inclusive tourists really are dumb and easy to exploit because they think we are all very poor". There were a few expats (I forget their names) who called me over to sit with them. A Canadian from Ottawa, USA dude from Jacksonville Fla. and a Brit from London who has been here for about 30 years. From the moment I sat down the Canadian pestered the guy from the USA about US Military History and American politics in general. When the American guy justified that any country that the United State ever invaded deserved it, that was my signal to scram and I did a Speedy Gonzales.  I ran into them the few times back to the pub but the conversation constantly turned to US politics. I just put myself on mute.

Daytime City Sign and Convent	Nighttime City Sign and Convent
Hidden Little Coffee Shop	So Many Flavours and Colors
Market Madness	Town Square with Fountain

I wandered the cobbled streets and discovered interesting little coffee shops and very good restaurants. A walk down Calzada de los Frailes takes you from the centre of Valladolid to the convent of San Bernardino di Siena. The fountain in the centre of the Zocolo is a main attraction and having lunch in the park watching the world go by is as interesting as it is relaxing. I tried to let my mind wander back 4000 years to Mayan times, but since I have a hard time remembering what I had for lunch yesterday,  I just kept my time machine in the present.