Our cabana in Tulum.Akab Dzib, which seemingly way home to the Chichen Itza town administators.
You can’t fight City Hall.According to Wikipedia (and we all know how authoritative that isn’t), the earliest name for this place was "the flat house with the excessive number of chambers”.
I like the way these Myan Myans think.Hey, almost got throught all the photos from my last tip to Mexico over half a year ago! Go, me!Driftwood at Tulum.Up in Monterrey’s mountain ranges.Another friend we made in Tulum.This bird just loves quoting lines from Robocop.A welcome dip in cool waters, after baking in the South Mexican sun.Remember, stalagmites go up, tites go down.
Stalag lufts are not covered in this mnemonic.The roots of this tree are all that remains of it.
It’s not often that the much maligned low light performance of 4/3 sensors presents any problems, but this was one of the rare occasions I was wished a D700 or something was hidden in my camerabag. Still, a reasonable results, I think.A very pretty cenote. Certainly the nicest I’ve been to. Also the only one.The grounds outside the cenote.One of the cenotes near Chichen Itza, the exact name of which currently escapes me. The cool waters are most welcome in the searing 40-plus degree heat, which no Scotsman is built for.El Castillo at Chichén Itzá.El Castillo at Chichén Itzá.El Castillo at Chichén Itzá.El Castillo at Chichén Itzá.The top of El CastilloThe unrestored staircase of El CastilloVendors at the Chichen Itza complex.Vendors at the Chichen Itza complex.Big Ben if you’re being informal and inaccurate about it.The bronze statue of Tom Landry, watching over the Cowboys Stadium.Up in Monterrey’s mountain ranges.
This made me feel briefly homesick.We spent the last few days of our Mexican trip at Monterrey, my better half’s, well, old home town, now she’s in Glasgow. A lovely town, sadly not quite as safe as it used to be, but in a very picturesque, mountain-ringed location.A fountain in Monterrey. Never though to try a long exposure of one before. A mixed bag of results.A Tulum fisherman gathering shellfish, if memory serves. Five months behind with image processing. Ain’t I lazy?Dedicated to the workers, I gather.It doesn’t look like much. And it wasn’t much. It was only slightly more elaborate than a tent, but the beach side hut was a nice idea.Not actually the cabana we were staying in, on account of this one being delapidated.Francisco Toledo’s sculpture/installation/thing.Busy doing nothing.From the mountains of Monterrey.From the mountains of Monterrey.The view from the rustic, tumbledown cabana in which we stayed in Tulum, near Cancun, Mexico.Mountains in Mexico are weird. They have trees and suchlike on them. Not like Scotland’s windswept rockscapes.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERANot exactly sure what this is supposed to represent.There’s worse views in the world to relax in front of.Somerset House and one of its many courtyard.. rooster sculptures?
Okaaaaayyyy.Tomorrow never knows.Cathedral of San Gervasio, Valladolid. This place has an interesting history, particularly considered against the backdrop of converting the indigenous Mayans to Catholic beliefs.The San Servacio in Valladolid, MexicoUp in Monterrey’s mountain ranges.Tulum seascape.Tulum seascape.Tulum seascape.Tulum seascape.Tulum seascapeTulum seascapeTulum seascapeTulum seascapeA parting shot of the Tulum seascape.Whether you thing of it as merely a den of iniquity or a wretched hive of scum and villainy, there’s fewer greater contrasts in this world between the grandeur of the building and character of those inside it.Monastery corridor.Frankly, the sermon was a little wooden.
ARF. ARF. ARF. DEPLOY THE ROFLCOPTER.Somerset House and one of its many courtyard fountains.A staircase in the Sisal Monastery.All days must end, eventually.Templo de los Guerreros, to the east of that honkin’ great pyramid that’s been dominating my photostream lately.It is physically impossible to pass through London with a camera and not take a shot of this beastie.Tulum’s so beautiful it’s almost a stereotype.The “unrestored” sides of the Mayan temple at Chichen Itza. As it’s been decided only original stone can be used to restore it, this side has been cannibalised to restore the other faces.Up in Monterrey’s mountain ranges.We didn’t have many guests in our rustic beachfront shack while in Tulun. This little chap was pretty much the only one. I call him Frank.Sculpture ourside of Monterrey’s modern art gallery.
Reminds me of Murun Buchstansangur, somehow.
