Every two weeks I’ll be publishing little excerpts from my travel diary to show a little bit more of what I live every day. These are taken from September 16 through 30.
“Misfortunes? They are more than welcome!”
Days like this make me think that every traveler has a little bit of a masochist inside.
Calakmul left me speechless. All the pain to get here was worth it.
Nothing better than having honest conversations with old friends. Friendship will always survive.
At first I wasn’t convinced of this hostel, but after experiencing its marvelous breakfast, I think I’m in love with it.
I saw my life pass through my eyes as we were riding the back of a truck at 170km/h. Never again. Maybe.
I keep having this weird luck where I’m the only person in a special place. Can’t complain.
Did nothing today. Felt awesome!
Today I had one of those experiences that I know I’ll never be able to have again and I wasn’t allowed to document it or even openly talk about it. It’ll be one of my top “Grandpa’s stories”.
Trust me, jumping into a dark cenote with no one else around is scary as shit.
I love cantinas in Yucatán. $22 pesos for a beer plus 7-8 plates full of food. IS THIS REAL LIFE?!
Ok, eating and drinking that much doesn’t seem like the brightest idea today. Anyway, time to party!
I love seeing old people dancing in plazas. Make me feel warm inside.
Went biking to a couple of cenotes near Valladolid. Samulá is ridiculously beautiful.
More cenotes! This time just a few blocks away from the hostel. I love this!