Escape From Cancun- Isla Blanca
Aerial View of Isla Blanca
photo courtesy Noticaribe
photo courtesy Noticaribe
Sunday morning dawned bright and warm, blue skies, fluffy white clouds and the compelling sense that we must escape Cancun for the day. I'd been trapped in the house feeling sick for days and though I wasn't 100%, I knew that some sunshine and salt water up the nose would make me feel a whole lot better. Instead of reading news stories about the end of the world, we thought we would go sit at the edge of the world. Or at least as close as you can get down here.
We arrived at Pirata Morgan around 11:00 to find that the rave from the night before wasn't quite finished. There were a few hippies recovering from the party, smoking a little weed and grooving to the blaring techno music. I like hippies, I just wasn't keen on the pounding electronic beat on my beach escape day, whatever happened to Janis Jopin?? And really, skulls and fetuses were not what I was looking for when I headed out for some nature.
As the hippies started to pass out, more families arrived and eventually someone told the DJ to turn the music down and switch to something a little more appropriate. He lowered the volume and switched to a little reggae, far more suited to the day. Max was feeling the groove of the ocean and making friends, jumping in the waves and having a grand time.
I took off for a little peace and quiet away from the blaring speakers and screaming munchkins and found some local birdies who had the same idea. I could have stayed on that dock with them all day.
Except that the docks aren't looking too sound these days.
We discovered that the service and the food at Pirata Morgan were seriously lacking (friendly but slow servers and some disgusting CheezWhiz quesadillas) so we took off for the other end of Isla Blanca, going a few more kilometers down the dusty dirt road to the place where the ocean meets Laguna Chacmuchuk (love that name, say it out loud, it feels good in the mouth). There's a little rustic restaurant there which serves up some very fresh seafood and has icy cold beer. We had a little nosh, chilled out for a while and watched the families and lovers that had come out on such a beautiful day.
The Beach at the End of the World
Ok look waaaaay down in that last picture. See anything? Nope? There is nothing beyond that point. Really, nothing, no road, no houses, no hotels, no nada, just pure, unadulterated nature for many kilometers until you reach the end of the Isla Blanca peninsula. I hope it stays that way for ever and ever, my worst nightmare would be a huge resort going up in this little piece of paradise. I've said it before and I will say it again, stop new construction in Quintana Roo, keep the beaches clean and let's enjoy the beauty of the region for many years to come.