|Our collectivo driver?|
Once at the entrance to the ruins, we had a chance to get familiar with what seemed to be the Mexican Code of Conduct for Tourist Queues. It goes like this:
1. Make sure, when maximum numbers of visitors are anticipated, to reduce the number of ticket booths open to just one.
2. Make sure that this single booth is staffed by an innumerate illiterate who only speaks an obscure Mayan dialect.
3. Make sure that the cost of the tickets involves the most difficult and most time consuming change-giving conceivable.
4. Make sure that as little shade as possible is provided for the queues.
5. Make sure that, every now and again, the queues are moved to keep everyone in the sun for as long as possible.
But it was worth it as the queueing technique made certain that at least 80% of the potential entrants expired from heat stroke and reduced the numbers tramping over the buildings. Just kidding: the attrition was more like 50%.
|House of Columns at Tulum|
We finished off our visit with a dip in the rolling waves crashing on to Tulum Beach. Deep blue sea and white beaches - just as we remembered it. The waves were massive. Eat your hearts out, Cornish Surfers! You would be orgasmic at the size of them. and yet another opportunity to show my photographic prowess. I'm getting quite good at this.
|Now you see her. Now you don't.|