Decidedly little to report but thought would hop online to say that. Baggage did arrive, by the by, albeit forty-eight hours later than myself. Have since spent days generally collapsed on a beach getting burned in a variety of places and to various degrees of painfulness. Isla Mujeres can hardly be defined as the ´Real´ Mexico but the heat and sunshine are real enough to keep me here for another few days at least principally because I just can´t be bothered to gather the energy to move. Today, I forced myself to venture forth and go snorkelling - nowhere near as impressive as Cuba and Jamaica experiences of a few years ago but then perhaps I was spoiled there. One should generally find parrot fish, barracudas and purple waving fronds of coral pretty damn awesome, at a guess.
Ah, the jaded traveller...
Torrential rain forecast for two days´ time, perhaps as well as skin is in need of a break from being slowly cooked under the palms. Although that does mean will be incarcerated in a hostel with a group of people principally consisting of girly girls (shudder) and guys who wander around with their shirts off, chests puffed out (what little element of ´chest´ they are in possession of), and endless exceedingly dull conversations to tune into.
But hey, it is better than England. Mustn´t grumble.
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