- Stephen Colbert
My thoughts were in high gear when I walked where another civilization had walked over eighteen hundred years ago. The doorways at Tulum stood in silent testimony of a small people who thrived and learned in the jungles of Mexico at a time we can only speculate about. Their powers of astrological observation and calculation were unexcelled anywhere in the known world. This seaport worship and trading center spoke of their successes.
Every morning at about eight, the little short brown descendants of Mayans made the half mile trek from their humble dwellings into the quiet, but more affluent side, of Akumal across the highway. I thought of recording on camera the humble life style of these hard working people, but I somehow felt it would have been an invasion of their privacy. They were the most friendly of all the people we met there. I know someone living in a large casa made a lot of money at the expense of these humble workers. I tipped them well for their efforts. Only a few tried to cheat the unsuspecting gringo out of his money, but most were surprised by the change counting skills of the bulky Spanish speaking Texican. Some rued their criminal efforts and offered more than they had taken to calm the storm.
The chair on the sea wall to the left of this photo is where I spent several mornings as the sun was rising. It was quiet except for the Caribbean sea breaking over the reef in the distance. This caused an almost incessant roar muted by the space between us. The silence was further augmented by the shush of the lapping waves at the beach. The fugue was enchanting and mesmerizing. I sipped the strong Mexican coffee provided in our lodgings. I tried not to think of anything depressing and most mornings I was successful. It was all I wanted in a vacation. I had forgotten the trials of travel and the greed of all men and focused only on the beauty of God's wonderful creation.
As the sun sets on my beautiful sea side paradise, I close this travelogue to Akumal. The beauty is only marred by the presence of those who can't appreciate what a wonderful world God has made for us. I have returned to my home and I am happy to be there. However, the sights, sounds, tastes, and smells of a foreign port still linger in my memory. I hope you enjoyed our travels together.