Bacalar. Mexico.
From Mahahual we took the bus directly to the little bigger town of Bacalar, famous for having the "the lagoon of seven colors". It was a pretty lively place with mejestical houses next to little brick sheds. Like a mix of tourism together with the mexican, not at all devided. But I might be wrong, because we headed straight down to the lagoon where the hostels lie in row, all surrounding the clear water with small docks that strech out to get the last bit of afternoon sun light before it sets behind the buildings and palm trees. Our afternoon turned in to a guacamole night with girl we met in Mahahual and then bumped in to on the street, and the next day we relaxed until mid day and then rented kayaks.
Geting out on the water is a must, and the best time to do it is in the afternoon or early morning when the sun rises and the water is still. The best options are in kayak, paddle board or sail boat. There are also motor boats but I'm all for the protection of this place and believe they should be forbidden. Two or three hours in enough, but sellers want to try and convince you that you will need the whole day. The lake is big but doesn't vary much from place to place. So it's more depending on how much time you want to spend on getting in to the water and how weak you arm muscles are.
We did the big (rookie) error of forgetting to charge the camera before leaving and managed to cross the entire lake before we realized that. I advice you to do things differently. We turned around and got a cell phone but there was already one place we had seen without being able to take pictures. And of course it was the best place - an abandoned bar in the shape of a boat in water like in a swimming pool, all surrounded by mangrove trees. I'm sure anyone who's interested can find it on Google.
So forgive me for the poor quality on these pictures...

The lagoon is said to have seven colors because it appears to be painted and striped. And it not only looks like the colors change, when you go there in the kayak you actually pass it like if it were a border. And all of a sudden the water under you - which was dark blue an instant ago - is now almost white. Ridicolously beautiful.




We paddled around for a while, saw the crazy nice houses with their crazy nice little docks and the crazy rich people tanning. But we were actually looking for this cenote everybody was talking about. Always saying "it's probably around that corner" and never being right. And after a while we gave up, with arms like spaghetti and a little cranky the both of us. No cenote. But the rest was MUY BUENO.

The next day we felt that we had to see the cenote. After looking for it for one and a half hour we just couldn't leave without seeing it. But this time we walked, and when we arrived I thought the following:
??????????????!

Who said we could paddle here? Can you? How? It's not even connected TO THE WATER?!
I still don't know the answer.

Anyways. Here it is. The blue cenote. 10 pesos and you're in. And it's cool. But not at all as cool as the lake. Not even close.
Here's a picture of something under the water. I thought I needed some proof of getting in...

... BECAUSE IT'S FREAKING 90 METERS DEEP. Who knows what's in there???!!! I was waiting for a snake the size of tree or a crocodile with three heads to grab my foot any minute. You put on the goggles, look down, and you see meybe three four or five meters. But then you know that there is that... 18 times. It's not very comfortable.
Bacalar is a must!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go there. But it's like Mahahual - if you don't find some incredible friends or a really cute puppy it's not worth staying more than one or two days.
So a really big thumbs up to Bacalar and a medium, regular sized thumb to the Blue Cenote.
Vanessa <3333