I’m writing this from a hotel balcony in Tulum, México in 20 degree heat whilst waiting to go out for steak. Life is good.
Endless pictures of the underwater world around here – and of me not wearing much on beaches – will follow on my return. As will a long, rambling essay about how real Mexican food, whilst lovely, still can’t compare to my true love, Chipotle.
Just getting here was a challenge: American Airlines forgot to put our bag on the plane (it’s here now), none of the taxi drivers in Cancun knew the place we were going to, and when we arrived it was 11pm and fully locked up. It all worked out in the end though, and the diving is beautiful.
I’m off to enjoy the sunshine. See you all soon.