Tulum

Andy wanted to visit Coba, yet another ruined, Mayan city. Kent and I elected to sit in the shade and drink beer.

And photograph leaf-cutter ants. We never thought it would happen, but we are pyramided out.

From Coba, we drove to Tulum, where Andy had elected to be left. He wanted to do some diving and he could do it at Tulum, Playa del Carmen, or on the island of Cozumel, before he caught his plane at Cancun.

The Caribbean water is spectacular. This is the first time we've seen it since we brought Coot back from there in 2000.

Andy's hotel was a palapa shack on the beach. It did tempt us, but we stayed in the little town of Tulum rather than here. Note the tattooing on the trunks of the palm trees.

We're in Oaxaca now and I'll be updating the blog soon with pictures of the trip from the coast up into the mountains.