“Cuanto cuesta… um… Tulum ruins?” I asked the taxi driver in my limited Spanish.
“Cuarenta.” Came his reply.
Ah, 40 pesos from our hotel to the ruins. We hopped in. On the way to the ruins, just 3 kilometers down the road, we tried to have a conversation with the taxi driver with our limited Spanish and his limited English. We mentioned that we were checking out of our hotel that day and heading to Hacienda Tres Rios, a resort a few kilometers north of Playa del Carmen. He offered to pick us up at the ruins when we were done, take us back to our hotel to check out and drive us to our next hotel for 400 pesos. We were trying to travel on the cheap, and this price beat taking the bus. We agreed.
The ruins at Tulum are impressive. They are perched on a cliff overlooking a beautiful white sandy beach and the Caribbean. From the looks of it, this must have been a Mayan resort. We had arrived early in the morning trying to beat the tour buses and the heat of mid-day. But it did not take long before the crowds poured in and the temperature went up. We made our way around the ruins and Sydney had fun counting the iguanas. We stopped at several spots that looked like a great place to have a family picture taken and asked the nearest people if they wouldn’t mind taking our picture. Every person we asked was from Europe. Tulum was truly a magnet for Europeans.
After making the loop through the ruins we made our way back to where our taxi dropped us off. We found him waiting and he took us back to our hotel where we quickly grabbed our bags and checked out. Next stop land of luxury and electricity. We were excited.
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