Tulum

By the time we got settled into our hotel, the streets of Tulum were coming alive. 

We walked down Avenida Satélite through billows of fragrant smoke coming from vendors setting up their carts. For my first sample I bought one taco de barbacoa for 13 pesos. I squeezed a lime wedge and poured a line of habanero salsa. The small taco had a robust smoky flavor and was the perfect beginning to a night of sampling. 

Further down the street a lady served a homemade corn-on-the-cob. She smothered it in Mexican cream, mayo, cheese and other seasonings. It was a messy eat, but delicious. I had two people stop me and ask where I'd bought it. 

Street food in Tulum.

Tulum was a welcome change from the tourist-trap of Cancún. Yes, the beach in Tulum is increasing in tourism all the time, but the pueblo, located ten minutes inland, still retains an authentic Mexican flavor. 

I couldn't believe the chaos and noise when we walked around town. Police drove with their lights on. We constantly heard sirens in the distance. Music blared from the streets. 

We watched girls dance in traditional Mayan regalia, twirling sticks of fire as they spun around. While they danced, four boys kept a fast beat on the drums. 

Tulum reminded us a lot of Thailand. Worn down, kind of dirty, but full of life. Lovers, bicyclists and stray dogs all shared the sidewalk. 

Fire-dancing on the streets of Tulum.

We casually strolled the street, occasionally popping into shops. Most of these shops sold typical Yucatan souvenirs, including leather goods, Mayan effigies and ceramics. 

There were so many sirens and people on the road that I had to ask a shopkeeper what was going on. He said that tomorrow (the 12th of December) was the Day of the Virgin. During the preceding days people make pilgrimages from one town to the next to honor the Virgin. 

All evening we saw different processions of families slowly moving along the main road, some in cars with lights and sirens, and others walking in front or behind. Some cars had a statue of the Virgin Mary on top, while others were covered in balloons. These individual, but noisy processions unfolded all over town and well into the night. 

As we came to the town square we found it decorated with a tall Christmas tree and nativity. This was the only sign of Christmas during our entire visit. 

Along the adjacent street were more street vendors. Once again, I couldn't resist. I had to buy another taco, this time tripe. We also tried a marquesita, a typical Yucatan dessert made of a crispy crepe and filled with cheese or sweets. 

What a wonderful evening for our first day in Tulum! I didn't know what to expect, but it far surpassed anything I had conceived in my mind. 

Cancha Maya, a city park in Tulum.

We expected the same thing during our second evening. Instead, we got the normal Tulum. 

Don't get me wrong. It was still alive and vibrant, but no more processions, no constant blaring of sirens, not as much noise. The celebrations from the Day of the Virgin had come and gone. 

Police still drove up and down the streets with their lights on (that must be a thing here). Street vendors still sold their food, but there weren't as many as the night before. 

The streets still filled with people, a steady blend of pure-bred Mexicans with Mayan faces, and frequent tourists, most of them young and hippie-like. 

Block after block was lined with souvenir shops selling all sorts of Mayan handicrafts such as masks, calendars, bags, purses and such. One shopkeeper showed me the obsidian knives that were replicas of those the Mayans used to kill their sacrificial victims before tossing their corpses into a cenote. 

Tulum was a pleasant surprise. 

Road decorations.

Tulum the town (or pueblo) shouldn't get confused with Tulum the archeological site, or Tulum the beach (or hotel zone). All are within ten minutes of each other and create a triangle when pinned on a map. I chose to stay in Tulum the pueblo because it would be cheaper and I also felt it would be a more authentic Mexican experience. 

Until a few decades ago, Tulum was a sleepy village just two hours south of Cancún. The nearby beaches and their proximity to impressive Mayan ruins have since put it on the map. The village has transformed into a bustling little town, bringing in Mexicans and expats alike. 

I was excited for our trip to the Cancún area, especially to see the world-renowned beaches—but I also wanted to experience a truer Mexico and I bet on Tulum to provide me that. 

Mural on side-street.

We had seen Tulum come alive at night, but what was it like during the day? Thus far we had spent all our days outside of the town on various excursions. It was now time to find out. 

I began a walking tour on a small side-street across from our hotel and strolled west, eventually marking a large circuit of the town. I avoided the main street where we had visited many times at night. At one point I got lost, but eventually regained my bearings. 

Mural across from Cancha Maya.

Most of the streets were pretty empty, with an occasional passerby. Bags of trash sat outside the doorways. Graffiti adorned cement walls. Through iron gates I could see living spaces, littered with personal belongings and sometimes with billows of smoke from a backyard barbeque. 

From time to time I would pass a tiny store on the bottom level of a building. Some people converted the front of their homes into miniature restaurants, selling tacos or tortas. 

Cemetery of Tulum.

On the opposite side of Tulum from our hotel is the city cemetery. I usually try to visit different cemeteries to get a feel of how they bury their dead around the world. I was shocked at what I saw. 

The graveyard of Tulum was a chaotic array of tombs, crosses, cinder blocks and trash. Many of the graves looked like tiny houses, being rectangular in shape with sloping roofs. Most of the death dates were recent, although none of the tombs looked new, making me wonder if they were reused. 

A walkway went through part of the cemetery, but to get to most of the graves I had to squeeze through. There seems to be no pattern to the layout. Just a patchwork of tombs crammed together. 

But what caught my attention was the amount of trash scattered about. It was as if no one was maintaining the final resting spot of their loved ones. I know that most of the municipal cemeteries in the United States are very clean and well-maintained. This was different. 

Typical shack on outskirts of Tulum.

Dog wandering on rooftop.

The further away from the city center, the more humble the living quarters. Many could merely be described as shacks. Tiny homes built with whatever materials were at hand. Roofs were sometimes thatched, or covered in corrugated sheet metal, held down with tires. Roads became dirt and dogs roamed freely everywhere, including sometimes on rooftops. 

The people here had a distinct look to them. They didn't look like the type of Mexicans just south of Yuma. They were darker-skinned with more of a native look to them. I'm sure that Mayan blood runs thick. 

Eventually I found my way back to the main road where street vendors prepared their carts for an evening of cooking. I crossed Avenida Satélite to our hotel and found my wife safe and well. 

Another Tulum street.

One of my favorite activities every evening was to go out on our third-story balcony and watch the surroundings below. It was a nice place to relax. I had a view of the rooftops and could see into the courtyards. Across the street was a family selling tortillas from their home. Cars parked on the little side-street, but we could hear traffic from around the corner on the main road. Occasional honking. 

At 11 pm the gentle breeze was still warm. Fans blew from nearby air conditioners. Two girls and a boy rode past on their bikes. A dog barked. It seemed a perfect night. ♠

 

The view from our balcony.