This hotel in the small beach town of Celestun, Mexico is no frills. It has 8 small rooms and doesn’t look like much from the outside but the back door opens out on to a spectacular beach with no one on it. The only other people we saw were a french couple staying at our hotel and local fisherman. That night we are fresh ceveche with our toes in the sand. Dinner cost more than the room.
When we first got to Tulum, Mexico we stayed in town and it was charming. Full of nice restaurants, places to rent bikes and many hostels/hotels. We visited the ruins and the beach lined with expendive looking resorts. But in between some of the resorts was a small sliver of beach called Chavez Camping and for less then $10 night we stayed right on one of the most perfect beaches I have ever seen. We were told (by a man who seemed to be coming here a long time) that the whole beach used to be free camping, no resorts, no para surfing, no beach chairs or beachside cabanas; just tents and hippies. That seems like a long time ago now he said somewhat wistfully.
We didn’t stay in Belize very long, but we did explore the island of Caye Caulker long enough to discover that we did not have to stay at the Dirty McNastys hostel to get a good deal. We found Ignacio’s beach cabins, a quite beachside hotel with colorful facades, private porches and a place to hang our hammock. We even had our own bathroom, the shower was cold but it was welcome after diving all day in the warm, salty waters of the Caribbean.
Casa de Luis in San Macros is little more than a plywood shack sitting precariously on the shores of Lake Atitlan in Guatemala. It came with a pit toilet out back, a propane hot plate and a bed with clean, white sheets. Plus we woke up to the sunrise over volcano San Pedro. We could not believe our good fortune to walk into this place for valentine’s day. Sometimes the best laid plans are the ones you don’t make.