It is November 9th and I am laying in a hammock with the ocean 5 meters away, being swung by quite a cool wind coming from the East. It is quite difficult to type with the arms smashed sideways in the hammock and the air is cool yet humid, so my fingers are a little gluey… Plus I keep thinking about fish hammocks (just re-reading I decide to leave that typo, anyhow what I meant were fish TACOS….) and that no mosquitoe can land on me so it would be real nice to walk…
So while this won’t be a long post, nevertheless I am taking a minute to remember how fortunate my own country is. Experiencing a reunification. Difficult as it may have been and seemingly still is, nothing could count up to my happiness on this event having happened. And I would love to declare my love for freedom – thinking of those who voluntarily or involuntarily have died for it, who have suffered or who have simply been inspired as true creativity is nothing but freedom of mind and the courage to move out of known structure into the unknown until that becomes home.
I want Germany to be a country that expresses through living a love for freedom and creativity of mind and that teams up with people from all over the world who cherish what it means to be human.
And now I think for the first time during this whole vacation where I don’t feel like I should get up to see something worthwhile – I feel like I WANT to get up and explore the beach the village… Not that it’s boring lying here really.
Three pelicans just passed by looking like a flying gang of chatting old ladies. A white Kranich has just landed 15 meters in front of me on what is obviously a sandbank – now off he goes 20 metres to my right – obviously I was staring too much. While in my back, golf carts keep passing from time to time – with stout little wheels as the bumping holes in the sandways of Isla Holbox (German pronounciation: Ol-Bosch, cute huh?!) literally give you a rough time. 10 minutes ago two carts passed by with a weird yelping sound, so when I turned to watch, I saw this small mexican kid yelping with joy sitting on it’s mother’s lap as two golf carts were loaded with what I suspect to be a mexican family…. Right in front of me the remains of lots of water plants have been washed on the shore by the sea – sprinkled with thousands and thousands of sea shells that makes one inner part of me – the barbarian collector – QUITE nervous. I am out of the souvenir region (or so she thinks not having explored the village yet) so couldn’t I take two kilos of seashells?? Is that prohibited by US law? Talking of which, will I manage to wrap up a small bottle of tequila in my luggage in between clothes and – cough cough – souvenirs – so it doesn’t break if another bus driver throws my backpack around?
I just saw the pelikan-like bird sail – get attentive – sail one swift curve – and skyrocket down and catch the fish. THAT IS SO COOL.
And I was worried. Haven’t told you I went here cause finding a nice and decent place in Tulum 2-3 days ahead turned out to be an annoying desaster. So now I’m not going to see Tulum and the Cenotes. While I keep thinking Yucatan would be worth coming back for with a cheap partying-flight….. But apart from the Cenotes, I think this is better. More laid back. Really nice people in my hotel which is sort of familiar. And in the midst of nature protected area or something like that – I just wasn’t aware you don’t seriously have to do the tour to see the birds. Just watching that one pelikan is like nature theme evening on Arte television 😉 just much much much better.
Will go now. I want Coco-Locos for tonight to celebrate November 9th. Sometimes drinking is the right answer…
Ah and to my health – my cold, which was rather bad after one tour-daytrip 2 days ago in a well air-conditioned tourist van – is feeling much better. That is I like humid warmth.
I think I see fish in the sea!!
What if it’s a shark? Eeer a baby one. I need to find out. Whatever it is, it’s not as intimidating as a few things I’ve seen on this trip. Right behind me for the second time – which makes me think there’s no real owner – a husky just passed. Huge and not looking very well broomed. Dogs lead a hard life around here. But if I make friends with the husky…. NOTHING can happen to me.
How do you make friends with a husky??? Need to ask the guys from Texas who have a (german..?) shepherd at home. Who were also amazed that I’ve never shot a gun (actually I feel sort of bad now) and who told me I was allowed to pass on that Texans don’t shoot everyone. Just some people.
With this and not a single photo (I have not taken one so far but now I see another bird, huh!) so far, ever since I left the ferry I’m off. Given you CAN type in a hammock chances are high I’ll catch up with the last week or so including photos and tell you about the jungle and pyramids and apes and black cats and I don’t know – the beauty of life in Mexico.
Ouh I take your bets – will I finally manage to see dolphins from close by and maybe even swim with them? While the whale sharks have already moved on, I was told that there are surely dolphins in the Golf of Mexico. I can say from experience that waving doesn’t help.