Trip to Coba, 29th Dec. '24.

It's time to get out of Tulum for a day.
A nearby town called Coba reputedly has some excellent Mayan ruins.
I got a 'collectivo' bus from just up the road from my digs, later than I wanted at 11:00am, but hey-ho it'll have to do. The journey was only 50 minutes / an hour on pretty good roads - even though the ride comfort was a bit on the 'full body massage' side.
When we got to Coba, it didn't seem like we had arrived anywhere at all, but I followed some others to the inevitable ticket booth and entrance to the ruins.
What is wrong with these people? Are they trying to get back at 'us' for liking those B-movie cowboy films as a child. Y'know; where the Mexicans were always swarthy, crooked and generally untrustworthy.
After buying a ticket and getting through the the entrance, lo and behold there's another ticket to be got to actually get into the park with the Mayan ruins. Asking an 'official' why this was, he garbled something about the first one is the government's charge to enter the area, and the second to visit the ruins. (Sounds like I was fobbed off, not for the first time).
'Well, I'm here anyway I suppose.'
As it turned out, it was a fairly good experience, relatively easy to get around in a few hours. Going through my mind was the thought that the Mayan civilisation - at its height from about 250AD to 950AD - isn't as ancient as some others on British shores. Maybe we should be a little more proud of what we have in Britain?Read more