Welcome back!

Welcome back blog-mates. You find me in Mexico. More specifically, the Yucatan peninsula. Even more specifically, Tulum. Firstly, a couple of things I've learned about Mexico so far. 1. The Mexicans most definitely DO NOT dance on their hats. And they tend to frown on you trying to. Especially when they're still wearing it. 2. Tequila, though still a vile brew, can be rendered almost palatable when served in a Margharita. (Plus you get the added salt- always a bonus in hot climates.) We began our odyssey in Cancun a couple of days ago. It has been said that when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life. I say that when a woman is tired of Cancun, she has probably been there about 36 hours. (The downtown bit anyway.) We took a boat trip over the exotically named Isla Mujeres (Island of Women) Imagine JB's dismay on arriving, only to find that whilst there were indeed women on the island, they were mainly of the larger variety or accompanied by strapping brutes. In a vain attempt to cheer him up, we visited a turtle sanctuary, where we saw turtles (who would have guessed?) and a shark. Later still, we repaired to a beach where I swam in the Caribbean. (not with the shark) Now we're in Tulum, and it's been Mayan ruins all the way. We climbed a 42 metre pyramid this morning. Disappointed to note that ritual sacrificing appears to have died out some 1500 years ago as there were several annoying children in the vicinity.