My partner and I first arrived in Tulum in the winter of 2001. We went for a yoga workshop but quickly tired of hanging around Americans reading Vogue magazines and getting facials when class wasn't in session. We grew weary of the Enya-heavy new age music that filled the dining room of Maya Tulum, the location of choice for most yoga retreats in the area. We wanted to feel like we were in Mexico for god's sake, not some ex-pat camp for pampered Americans. We sensed that if we cut loose and began to explore, there was an amazing world out there.
So we moved from the spacious but sterile bungalow at Maya Tulum and down the "hotel zone" road to a crazy gorgeous little property called Cabanas Copal.
What a difference a half a mile made. Complete heaven. Our adorable casita sat right on the a cliff overlooking the pristine azure water. Two nights a week there was a temezcal, mexican steam, to take. Morning yoga classes were free. The guests were a wonderful mix of Europeans, South Americans, Mexicans, and Americans. And the beach was clothing optional so we could body surf in the nude. Magnifico!
Next door to Copal we found a place to rent funky one-speed bicycles. Each morning we rode down to Maya Tulum to take the yoga classes we'd already paid for. But rather than stay for the American-lite spa buffet breakfast, we'd bicycle a half hour along a trail into the town of Tulum and go to any number of little Mexican spots for huevos and cafe. Don Cafeo became a favorite for authentic food.
Then we would tool around the pueblo which has its own irresistable charm. Little bodegas and cafes cluster the streets. A juice and liquado shop stands near the bank in the middle of town for Mexican milkshakes. We'd get our liquados in plastic bags rather than cups to be able to sit from them as we road the bike trail back to the ocean.
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Back at the water, there are countless wonders, mostly accessible by bike or taxi. You can also rent a car from Ana Y Jose, a restaurant/inn on the hotel road or in the town of Tulum itself, but usually we just biked. We rode one day up to the end of the road where the Tulum Ruins began (about 4 miles). Spectacular ruins overlooking the sea. It gets crowded with tour buses though so it's best to arrive at 8:30am when they open, or at 4:30pm before they close.
Another day, we bicycled the other direction to a cenote (water hole) down towards Ana y Jose. There are so many holes to swim and expore in the area, you simply ask anyone "where's your favorite cenote" and they'll say. Personally, I like best the cool meditative shade of either Gran Cenote or Dos Ojos Cenote, but most folks would prefer to rent a car to get there, since each is about 7 miles away along busy highway with little shoulder. Some cenotes have an entrance fee, some are free.
Our favorite spot to eat each day was Zamas along the beach next door to Maya Tulum. Great grilled fish with rice and beans, green salads with a large variety of vegetables, perfect flan with toasted coconut and grated orange peel on top.
Zamas also has fabulous music most nights. We would walk down the beach road about 7:30pm and hear the wafting strains of afro-cuban, merengue, or world beat. The waiters would be dancing by the kitchen waiting for their orders. The stars would be burning in the night sky. The ocean would be roaring. What could be better? Best Way To Get Around:
Just avoid the worst, primarily American hangouts and you'll be fine (Maya Tulum, Azulik, and the Mezzanine, a kind of fake Sunset-strip bar/hotel for example).
On the other hand, Cabanas Copal is great, so are the little cabanas that are part of the property of Zamas. Or the ones at Las Conchitas nearby. There are countless other lovely, reasonably priced spots, but these are the only ones we've tried.
Tulum is experiencing a huge influx of development which, already in the 5 years since we first started going with the elevator-music yoga trip, has changed the face of the area dramatically.
Go soon before the idyllic tranquility of this Mexican paradise is no more...