My wife and I decided to do something different for the Christmas Holidays and went to Cancun, Mexico. We had a great time with our son and his family.
We did all the turista stuff , spent lots of money buying souveniers, eating, spending money, eating and several visits to Senoir Frogs and Margaritaville.
One day we set aside for a tour to Chichen Itza.
We wanted to be there on Dec 21st when the world was to come to an end. Its a famous Maya ruin, considered one of the 7 Wonders of the New World.
We were very disappointed. It turns out that the Maya never predicted the end of the world, just the beginning of a new era. Oh well, so much for flaming asteroids crashing into the earth, or earthquakes. It
was just another day. We saw a lot of people omming and channeling the Maya Gods. Reminds me of the '60's. But , they say if you remember the 60's you weren't really there.
Anyway, while we were there we ran into a couple of guys from Toronto, Canada. They were traveling down to Costa Rica on their motorcycles.
Danny and Alex
They are blogging their trip and with their permission we are going to be posting it daily as we recieve their updates. Its a story I think you will all enjoy. How many of you would like to be doing the same
thing? If you have any stories to pass on about a trip, activity or what have you while riding your bikes email them to me and we will post it here. We are picking up their Blog from the day the world did not
We say good buy to Isla Mujeres and head on out to Cancun back
to Augustin’s and Dylan’s place. Even on Christmas Day we caught these
two wrench heads mingling in the garage. Bikes were ready for another
lag of the journey with new brakes and oil. We start organizing our
stuff when Alex starts looking for his wallet. Retracing his steps and
searching the shop without any luck. Of course it had all his credit
cards, license and cash that he just took out minutes prior. After a few
minutes of hopeless searching, Dylan offer him a ride back accross town
to the ferry and hopefully the cab has returned there and hopefully the
wallet is there. Slim chance right? Well, not only that the cab was
there but the wallet was on the back seat. Well that was a big relief
for the both of us as it would have jeopardize this trip greatly. Not as
much the credit cards as much as the license. No license, no border
crossing. Sadly we have to say good bye to these two guys who helped us
out so much. At some point I would like to get Dino more. The guy who
pointed us to the back at the gas station. Augustin has told me some
stories about him and he seems like a character. They guide us out of
town, Augustin on his 1200R and Dylan on his Yamy 660 Raptor and along
the Mayan Riviera we go.
150km of hotel beside hotel all the way to Tulúm. Sadly without any
public access to the beach for the locals or the regular Joe traveling
through. We stop off in Tulúm to get something to eat and to take a look
at the Mayan ruins there. From what I have gathered, it is the only
ones that are by the ocean. Before heading out to the ruins we grab some
food at a nice restaurant with a not so nice waiter that kept poking
our food with his finger showing us where the fish is on the plate. Once
at the ruins, to avoid the insanely high parking of $6 per bike we park
in the no parking zone. Guy comes out and after asking how much the
bikes cost and how fast they are, he happily let us stay there. Alex
chose to stay behind again so I went for a walk to the entrance 10
minutes away. As soon as I saw the lineup I tuned right around and went
Just before sundown we hop back on and head for a long ride that drags
way into the night all the way to the Belizian border at Chetumal with
the intention of crossing the next morning.
….we enjoyed this place so much so we booked another night and
will be leaving on Christmas morning. A fairly uneventful day today
consisting of the usual such as beaching, snorkeling and dining. For
this who haven’t visited I highly recommend Isla Mujer. If you are
looking for white beaches and green ocean, want to get out of the all
inclusive but are skeptical about a big cultural shock, this is the
place. A fishing town with a relaxed atmosphere that leaves the
craziness of Cancún across the channel. An infinite number of hotels in
any price range for anyone to put the perfect package together. Dozens
of restaurants to change your flavour at anytime.
Visiting the underwater museum was a cool sight. Make sure they don’t
leave you in the water too long though. Our boat split to a dive site
and left us behind for about an hour and a half. Later I spent another
half an hour defrosting in the hotel’s shower.
We hooked up with Romana, Mark and the kids later for dinner. Little
three year old Racer was the center of entertainment as we were getting
lectures on asteroids and meteorites. After a half a meter of tequilas
and a few more complimentary ones from the Italian owner we called it
So I get an email this morning from my friend Romana that they
are flying out to Isla de Mujer in a few hours and if we are near by. It
takes little to convince us, and after Alex’s confirmation we set out.
Both bikes needed some service anyway and there is BMW dealer in Cancún.
As we are filling up 40km out of Cancún, a a curious type approaches us.
Dino turns out to be a fellow BMW rider out of Paris. He has been
living in the are for decades and has a ecolodge on the Mayan Riviera
called Jolie Jungle and a whole
bunch of bike connections. He points us to see his buddy Augustin. On
the way to Augustin’s we drop by the only BMW dealer in town to pick up a
set of front pads. There is only one guy at the place as we walk in.
Not even a nod to acknowledge that we are there as he is on the phone.
His conversation continued for another 30 minutes as we are now
impatiently waiting. In the mean time a couple show to see a bike they
like. A mechanic all of the sudden pops out of nowhere to show them the
bike, starts it and runs it for 10 minutes inside the showroom the size
of my living room. At one point they are not even near the bike and the
thing is still running. I open the main (only) door and hold them open
to air the place while getting stares by the guy in the phone as the
street noise is now getting into his important conversation. Finally he
gets of and without a hello asked what we want and disappears in the
back for another 10 minutes. Finally reappears with no pads and sets
behind the desk to go over some paperwork with the couple. “You gotta be
kidding me!!!” I approach him and ask what’s happening with the pads?
After getting a stare like be just saw me for the first time he points
me to the mechanic. Ok, once again the same routine, guy disappears for a
while and finally shows with the long awaited pads but its the phone
guy who has to punch it in. F*******K!!! Serenity now!! I go up to his
desk. Luckily the couple is still admiring the running bike and seeing
or hearing rather if the horn works. Politely but surely with
frustration in my voice and face, I ask him to run it through. Slowly,
as if I just asked a kid to go eat his brussel sprouts, he gets up the
credit machine. “That will be $130 sir. Cash or credit?” “Sorry??!??”
“Cash or credit?” He repeats. “No, the other part!” I my mind I’m
beating this guy with the debit machine. “$130″. Without a remark I go
outside to a) take a breather, b) explain the situation to Alex c) check
my front brakes if I really need them as these guys are charging me
more than double. Yup, I do. I go inside as these guys are beside each
other with theirs arms crossed awaiting if they won or lost. “I’ll take
it” I mumble. With disgust I pay for it and get the hell out. Maaan, I
gotta call Augustin. I run back inside if I can use the phone to do a
local call. “Land line or cell, sir?” I wasn’t sure and didn’t think it
mattered. “This is a cell number, sir” he says as I show him the number.
“We get charged for that”. I think he already forgot that he just
overcharged me $80 on the pads. “Ahhh, f**k it” as The Dude would say,
as I slam the door on the way out and hope for the glass not to break as
a trade for my bike would be a fair deal for them for the damage.
Alecka BMW is the place on Avenida Bonmapark. Stay away!!!
I get a calling card and give Augustin a call for directions. His son
Dylan meets us and leads us to their place. And what a place. Every guys
dream garage. We get a warm welcome from Augustin and his Canuck wife
Chara. What an awesome bunch of people. They obviously have no shortage
of experience working on Bimmers as there is Augustin’s 1200RS and
Dino’s 1100RT. Dylan and his dad have no problems servicing the bikes
over the holidays as we head to chill to Isla de Mujeres for a few days.
The ferry only took about 20 minutes and the hotel Augustin booked us is
amazing. With the dealer incident forgiven and forgoten im currently
blogging from the hotel’s beach with and a chilled Sol. I’ll check back
It was way into sunrise by the time we make it into bed so the
alarm clock got set for 10am. We head east towards Cancún. A complete
change of scenery as we are driving on narrow municipal roads through
tiny towns of which some don’t even have electricity.
The road to Cancún leads right next to Chichen-Itzá. Alex had already
seen it I didn’t have much interest but since it is claimed as one of
the wonders of the world, I went. Already the town coming in, and
Chichen-Itzá were completely packed with meditators, partiers and
visitors of all kinds.
Comparatively, Chichen-Itzá is a bit bigger than Uxmal but unlike Uxmal,
that is located in the middle of nowhere, it is in the middle of a
tourist metropolis. Since Cancún, Playa de Carmen, Isla del Mujers and
Cozumel are not too far away, the place was absolutely packed, and I
mean shoulder to shoulder.
After a friendly nod from a cop on a Triumph Tiger, we park our bikes
right at the front entrance. Just getting off the bike the onlookers
start coming up and asking the usual bacchus of questions. Where we are
from, where to, how long? Jim and his wife are motorcycle club owners
from Vegas named musclebikesofamerica.com were amongst them, were interested in every aspect of our trip.
Alex has been in previously so chooses to stay behind. Inside, literally
hundreds of souvenir shops to add to the commercialism. After Uxmal
where I had peace and quiet to explore and discover, this one was a
little of a disappointment.
I step out outside and Alex and the bikes are drawing a crowd. People
from all over the world. States, Germany, Mexico. Coincidently a
gentleman also named Alex and his newlywed approach us well. This couple
is from Chihuahua are owners of another moto club. The doctors club as
they called it. All are pedos, gynos, dermos, etc. By now we are doing
photo shoots with the non believers. “Autographs at the airport
We head out to yet another beautiful colonial town of Valladolid about 150km out of Cancún where we spend the night.
We packed early today and just tour around the sites here.
First stop was Uxmal. A huge ancient city. It took us a few hours to get
through it. We were notified that our tickets are valid all night and
we can return anytime.
We drive to Muna about 10 km away to get lunch in the main square and
continue our tour to ancient cities of Loltún, Labná and Kihuich before
we head back to Marisol’s place.
So Marisol’s plans fell through and we ended up getting a hotel in Muna.
Alex was a little tired and stayed behind so I went off venturing on my
own. A few more sites a few more caves. We meet up at the hotel later
and down to the square in Muna to have a few beers by the side of the
road. About 5 fed cruisers pull up including fed tow trucks and other
equipment and hang out for about an hour next to us. I can only assume
they are doing a road block somewhere between here and Uxmal.
We get there at about 8pm and the place is closed. Like usual, whoever
gave us that information just wanted to tell us what we want to hear but
not everything was lost. We found out the place opens at 3am and thus
will be open for the solstice. We weren’t about to head back and chose
to make a bedroom in the parking lot only to be woken by a few security
guards a hour later. At first they were persistent that we leave, but
after making up a short story that we had tickets and we are meeting
some friends for the 3 pm opening, they let us stay. I finally start to
fall back asleep as the buses with our friends start pulling in. I lost
couldn’t of the buses but there were about a thousand people by the
gates when we got there. But wait, “why is everyone in white or yellow
with yellow ribbons on their heads”? Alex is now sticking out a bit now
with his Harley Davidson shirt. I blend in perfect with my yellow Elvis
Presley shirt. So much that a lady moves over in line and has me pair up
with her in line before the gates. That still doesn’t solve the ticket
problem and who the hell these people are but it’s starting to come
together. Yellow was only worn by the maestros as they later referred to
them. Teachers of a kind. There was thirteen of them, fourteen with me
and the whole mass was a meditation and a welcome of the new 14th Mayan
cycle. Ok, ticket. I noticed they were checking them. As I’m a few steps
from the gates sweating up another story, Alex pops up and hands me a
ticket. The guy is as smooth as ever. Got them of one of the organizers.
Back at Uxmal again. Everyone gathers in a circle and a ritual begins. A
speech in 3 languages with chanting in Mayan in between plus a lot of
inscents burning a lot of hand raising to the sky. The solstice starts
at 5:12 and the whole mass started meditating a few minutes into that.
Finally one of the maestros started a speech at about 5:20 so I could
finally shut my sport cam off and wasting precious gigs on silence and
darkness. It’s set so it makes an insanely loud beep when it stops
recording. This is so that I can hear it through the helmet at speed.
The thousand meditators were stone quiet and I did not want to spoil the
moment for them.
So this is how I saved the world. At least for these guys.