We left Bacalar and headed towards Cancun Airport…
We dropped off our beloved Sacha safe and sound headed on her own adventure and the road of mother hood. She will certainly rise to the challenge.
We had our own adventure to embark on. Isle Mujeres. We knew nothing of this teeny tiny island, except that we needed to ferry ourselves and the TANK across the waters.
Just grabbing a couple of whiskeys and coke for the boat journey over – standard!
Come to find out the TANK was the largest vehicle on the island. We were nipping in and out of tight corners and being overtaken by golf buggies, as this is the preferred mode of transport on an island that is 4 miles across.
Luke: Whilst searching for a plug we stopped inside a dive center where I met the owner, explained our situation and he welcomed us with open arms, but we kept on going.
Jenna: Obviously and standard we couldn’t find another place to plug-in for the night and ended up outside the teenager hot spot on the island (boys and girls gone wild style), without a plug and booming music. Trying to sleep was not gonna happen so I begged Lukey to leave.
Luke: I couldn’t have been happier leaving our first destination. We headed back to the dive center and were again welcomed with open arms. I knew that this was the time that Jenna will get over her fears of diving and embrace the deep ocean peace.
Jenna: Over the course of the few days, we would wake with the men of the dive center and share a morning tea and coffee over light chit-chat. We showered on the pier where they washed the dive gear, obviously in our bathing suits. We ate fruits from their trees and feared the quick fall of the deadly poisonous caterpillars. We explored the town and drank tequilla with the locals. The sun was warm but the water was cool and we swam with all the oceans beasts and then some. 20+ meters down into the depths and snorkeling with the whale sharks… I mean really… We can’t make this stuff up… Chance.. Life.. Stumbling across Pablo and his padi dive center… It was fate.
Luke: We spent more money diving then we expected to, smack bang across the path of a dive center, just about close enough to plug-in and fall out of bed straight into the boat for an early morning swim with some of the biggest, most amazing whale sharks and manta rays. I am in my little paradise right now.
Jenna: My first few dives in the Middle East were almost a complete and utter flop. It’s terrifying to be submerged in water for an extended period of time, but here living outside the dive center I was forced to partake and thankfully I did. I would say this was the first diving experience I embraced wholeheartedly and loved every single moment..
Jenna: When we went snorkeling with whale sharks, we were the oceans bumper cart, speeding through with urgency to be the first boat to reach the sharks. Once we did arrive and jumped in, the water was so black, so deep, so rich with life. The whale sharks swam gracefully all around us, the manta rays danced for us. At one point after taking a break in the boat, I was jumping back into the water and nearly landed on the back of a shark, riding it like a horse in the ocean, my God, true nat geo style.
Luke: She nearly slid straight into the mouth of it as it came up from the depths of the ocean. An arm press off the outside of the boat saved her and then me close behind. Thought that we might be back to square one with the ocean diving but not a problem and Jen has now mastered it. Thank you Pablo and Enrique for making it happen. We will come back to you!
Jenna: Oddly enough I wasn’t fearful. Rather I thought, shit, don’t land on that massive ass animal, no way that would end well.
Although parting our new-found friends was difficult, we had to keep moving through the Yucatán Peninsula en route back to Belize to catch our flight to MO Bay.
Keep reading as the adventure keeps on rollin – Next stop… Palenque, where the last Mayans stood! But first, we drive through Merida for a night and camp outside the local police station.
Jenna: No time for that place!