Let's just say I had a window of opportunity. I ditched my apartment, bought a new camera and found a cheap flight to Cancun. The anxiety of getting all this to fall into place just so is now mostly gone; I'm at this moment under a palapa roof 30 meters from the green Caribbean Sea nursing a Pacifico. What a century!
Puerto Morelos is a half-hour drive south of Cancun's airport. I'm told it's the last community on the Mayan Riviera to succumb to the tourism boom. Yes, there are clusters of pink condominiums stretching up the coast and every third person seems to be a tour guide, but the town retains the laid-back feel of a Mexican fishing port and prices are geared to the budget-minded.
From here, without a strict itinerary, I'll be heading to Belize and into Guatemala, mostly by bus, with side trips to Honduras and El Salvador if conditions permit. Due to a packing disaster, my fancy road map and guide book wound up in a storage locker in Montreal, so I'm traveling blind. Maybe it was meant to be.
I setting up a new blog for this trip, not yet ready; this entry is meant as a link and intoduction. Until I get the design and format issues worked out, I'll post my early pictures here without much comment. You'll find them after the jump.
Armando, in the red shirt, explained that the high northerly winds of mid-autumn now crossing the Caribbean Sea serve to break up tropical depressions and generally herald the end of another hurricane season. Good news if you don't mind the attendant drenching rain showers.
Camera info: Pentax K7 with 16-50 f2.8 lens. Brand new - still coming to grips with a new system. Please excuse initial wayward image quality.