Tefas

And so after having tried and tried to find a job in Playa del Carmen we took off, determined to try and see some more of the peninsula before we go bankrupt and go back home. Wanting to escape the tourism we asked around and heard about the small fishing village Mahahual south of Playa. Our trip there was freezing cold in a mini van with too much A/C and arriving was - as always - a relief. 

 

Mahahual is actually not much more than a small fishing village waiting for the glory days the tourism will bring. It has three main streets that follow the water and that's it. But - because of its' nice beaches and coral reefs - the town has had the luck of having a port built for big cruize ships. On the days when a new ship docks in the harbor it brings tourists and life to the otherwise so calm beach of Mahahual. And so the town has begun to grow with restaurants by the water, companies offering excursions and hotels. But at night or on the other days it remains a fishing village still struggeling to make their investments work out. On those days the beach is almost empty and only the restaurants for locals have work to do. The spirit of the town moves from the waterfront - that becomes dead silent - to the other streets with their little wooden houses and chicken BBQs on the sidewalk, and becomes mexican again. 

 

Our first day, breakfast in the sunrise.