Life on the Mexican Caribbean Coast: The beach at the end of 8th street

Saturday, March 5, 2011

The beach at the end of 8th street

If you follow 8^th street past 5^th avenue to the end, there is a large reclining Chac-Mool statue guarding the beach.

Chac Mool is the Mayan deity of water, the original of this statue can be found at Xichen Itza.

On the other side of the entrance, there is a beach club where you can rent not only a deck chair, but a full sofa bed complete with umbrella and coffee table. The waiters will bring you almost any alcoholic delight you can imagine, in large balloon glasses with little umbrellas, and you can sit gazing at the Caribbean sea, Mai Tai in hand, the latest thriller at your side, while wandering Mariachi bands serenade you.

Or you can have a massage at a table swathed with filmy white curtains, the sound of the waves in the background and a gentle sea breeze blowing while an experienced masseur kneads those knots from your shoulders, and all for $20 an hour.

Do I need to I remind you again why I’m here?

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Caribbean QueenMarch 7, 2011 at 11:47 AM
Re-edited today with the pictures that somehow went missing
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Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Lynne, 50 something years young, retired in 2010 from my job at Griffith Uni’s Student Guild, and now ex-resident of Australia's Gold Coast after more than 15 happy years. Disgruntled Melburnian returning to the South? Not even close. Moving across the country to be with my new love? I wish! I embarked, by myself and perhaps irrationally, on a new life on Mexico’s Caribbean Coast, where in 2010 I purchased, on a whim, a new 2BR condo. I had spent until then, a total of about 3 weeks in the town which was about to become my home. Impulsive? That’s my middle name. Crazy? That remains to be seen. Stay tuned… When I travelled to Mexico on holiday in September, I had no plans to buy a house, there or anywhere else for that matter. But I found a great yoga school, and the rest, as they say, is history. Maybe the yoga relaxed me too much! I felt so at home that when I looked in the real estate agent’s window and found property that was not only affordable but downright cheap, I had no hesitation in saying “yes” to a new life. The cost of living is low, the weather is hot all year round, the people are friendly and who knows what wonderful (or challenging?) experiences await me? Playa del Carmen is about an hour south of Cancun on Mexico’s Yucatan peninsula, but light years away from the glitz and craziness of that Spring break destination. 15 years ago it was a sleepy fishing village. Today 5th Avenue has paving rather than sand, and is populated by hotels, restaurants, cafes and boutique shops, yet it has managed to retain its small-town charm. It’s like the Gold Coast was 50 years ago, or so. Relaxed, laid-back, friendly. If you walk too fast along 5th Ave, one of the locals is sure to ask you “What’s the hurry? You’re on holidays!” “Manana” is not just a word to them. “So what are you going to do all day?” is the usual question I get from my amazed friends. “As little as possible” doesn’t seem to satisfy them. “I’m going to live a simpler life” I tell them. I’ll start with yoga under the palapa roof every morning, enjoying not only the physical exertion, but the sharing of spiritual energy with new friends. After yoga I might join friends for coffee, or head to the beach for a morning swim in the incredibly turquoise warm Caribbean sea. I’ll walk slowly home along 5th Avenue, peeking into the shops and admiring sarongs. I might have a massage on the beach, where less than $A20 will buy me an hour of full-body bliss with the sea breeze cooling my skin, and the sound of the waves just metres from my jasmine-oiled feet will be the real thing, not piped music. I’ll eat fresh, seasonal local fruit which hasn’t lost its flavour. A 2-course meal with fruit juice at a small café will cost me about $A3, or Thai chicken noodles at my favourite noodle bar around $6, again including a drink. In the evening I’ll enjoy the ambience of 5th Ave after dark. The shops will be open very late, the hawkers good-naturedly trying to entice me into their boutiques and souvenir shops. There will be strolling Mariachi bands serenading couples eating at the many restaurants. There might be an art exhibition along the street, or street performers. Down on the beach the bars and nightclubs will be gearing up with live Salsa music or playing Santana’s hits, and the fire show performers will be practising twirling their sticks. At the end of the day, having breathed fresh clean air, I will sleep deeply and soundly. But before I do I will thank whatever benevolent spirit led me to start my new life here. I hope you will enjoy sharing this new life with me through my blog.

Life on the Mexican Caribbean Coast

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Saturday, March 5, 2011

The beach at the end of 8th street

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