After our time in Mexico City, we headed down to the Yucatan to unwind for the next few days.
In Cancun we picked up the shittest car I have ever driven. A tiny, rusty looking Hyundai with no power steering and a steering wheel which would rattle violently at speeds above 50 mph. I must admit it’s shit-ness grew on me over time and I began to grow fond of the little bastard. Our blossoming relationship came to an abrupt end when I lost the keys for it somewhere in the ocean. (possibly left it in my shorts while swimming ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
But despite the mounting costs of that simple mistake (missing our flight home, cost of a replacement key, waiting for a replacement car), I was so unwound from our stay at Playa Papaya Project, driving around discovering cenotés and secret beaches, that losing the keys seemed like raindrop in the turquoise ocean of the Mayan Riviera.
Our little beach front bungalow at Playa Papaya Project.
Driving through Reserva de la Biósfera Sian-Ka‘an finding beaches with no one on them.
Love / hate our shitty car.
Cenote Choo-Ha and Cenote Tankach-Ha, out near the town of Cabo.
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