I am desperate to get out of Playa del Carmen.  So much so that I skip breakfast and go directly to the bus station.  The one good thing about Playa del Carmen is that the bus station is less than two minutes walk from my hotel.

Anyhow who knows me can tell how desperate the situation is if I am willing to skip breakfast just to leave that much sooner.  The fact is, this place depresses me.  I’m a traveler, not a tourist.  This place is totally built to cater to the later.  I feel lost here.

From the description in the guide book, Playa del Carmen was once great for travelers.  No longer. Change for the worse tends to depress me.

I buy my bus ticket to Valladolid.  The bus leaves in half an hour.  Glad I skipped breakfast, it’s worth it just to get out of here an hour or two earlier!

The bus leaves half an hour late.  Why have a schedule if you ignore it and instead wait for more passengers who should know enough to get there earlier?  I could have had breakfast after all.

The bus follows the coast, heading towards Tulum.  “What am I doing here?” as we roll along, passing shopping malls and huge resorts on the left, and the occasional dirt-poor village on the right, displaced village no doubt by the resorts, and cut off from their traditional fishing grounds by enormous developments catering to rich foreign tourists.

Last Modified : December 23rd, 2006
Filed under : Mexico 2006
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