Bacalar is one of the only towns on a 30 mile long lake that's fed by underwater rivers and has the nickname "lake of seven colors" because of the vibrant colors of the water as you go to different parts of the lake. I arrived in the town and headed to a restaurant that looked pretty busy with locals. Inside, someone asked me about the bike, and then told me he was also heading around Mexico on a motorcycle for a while, and was staying at the Green Monkey hostel. That was already one of my choices for where to stay, so with safe parking for a motorcycle guaranteed, I headed straight there. That was, without a doubt, the right choice.
|The main building and the hangout palapa on the left.|
|I pulled out the tent for the first time on the trip, and was rewarded with some dust from Burning Man.|
|One of the "dorms" is literally a bus with beds in it.|
But for two days, it was home. I set up the tent, but only slept in it - the rest of the time was spent hanging out in a hammock on the porch. There were so many there that I didn't even need to get out mine to put up. After an evening just hanging out on the porch, I made plans with Renato to go out on the paddleboarding tour in the morning.
The tour started nice and early, but it was worth it to avoid the heat. We headed out on the water and across color after color after color of water. Deep dark blues, to turquoise, greens, and even the clear blue of the Caribbean, though with freshwater. We paddled out to the middle of the lake where there was some sort of structure - it looked like a concrete boat, but it may have been a building on an island that was now underwater by a foot or so. After donning snorkel gear and checking out some of the fish in the mangroves nearby, we climbed up to the bow of the "ship" and jumped off into the clear waters below.
|I make weird faces when I jump off things into water.|
After returning to the hostel by 9:30am, we got some and then I went back to relax mode, chilling out for a nap in the hammock, followed by polishing off the book I was reading. I would have sat and wrote blog posts, but my computer apparently didn't like the humidity in Bacalar and had shut down almost immediately when I tried to boot it up. So I considered that a sign that I should just be relaxing and enjoying what would probably be my last day in Mexico.
|I wasn't as comfy as this puppy though.|
|We took a group photo with her polaroid camera while we were all hanging out.|
|My conversion to Fanta is complete.|
|Artist working on a painting outside a new restaurant.|
|Turns out it's kind of hard to get going on a swing over water when you don't want to get wet.|
|But a couple of us managed it.|
|It was a nice evening to be hanging out on the lake, especially since I'd heard they'd just finished up with five straight days of rain.|
|Gandalf from the hostel followed us the whole two mile walk down the road and through the restaurant.|
|Larissa is not as impressed with Goose Island as I am.|
After a beautiful early morning, I packed up the bike, did a little research, and headed for my first border crossing since I pulled into Tijuana six weeks earlier.