Airport. Running like crazy – thanks to Esta we have to pay 30 EUR (35.29 USD) for the transit in the USA. If we had known that you also need a visa for a simple transit in the US, that would probably have been different. The Esta lady was cool, the check-in lady snotty. 2 minutes before deadline, we manage to check-in. This is just like defusing bombs. By the way, you should not mention “bomb” in airports. The food on the plane is passable, so I’m looking forward to Mexican food. A cool Stewardess lets us sit together in some free seats, since we only got some seats apart cause of the late check-in. The seats are somewhat small. Less than KLM or Etihad. I cannot sleep.
Small airport, huge mall, no transit area. Strange. The american chocolate bars are great. Peanutbutter Snickers! The United Plane for the onward flight is a bit too warm – we are standing for a while already and the turbines are not switched on – so no air conditioning running eighter.
Immigration counter. Approximately 7 US guys in partnerlook-shirts and “drinking 18 #cancun” stand before us. Glad to have the transfer to Tulum. The driver waits outside. Another German couple also. It’s pouring. Extreme humidity.
The couple gets out. I am a little hungry. The Snickers with Peanutbutter tastes awesome.
Tulum looks at night like Asprovalta, small holiday village, where my grandma has her holiday house in Greece… except for the huge american cars. “Mexico y Nubes”, our hostel, is located a little off Tulum, but quiet and very cozy. We fall tired into bed.