I hate air con. Feng loves it. I lost the battle and froze all night at the hotel. Okay, the nightclub down the road was noisy so the white noise was welcome.
We woke up somewhat refreshed and headed to Chedraoui, the local supermarket, to grab some breakfast. The selection of fresh pastries at the panadería is pretty amazing… better than in France (and the food is cheaper too!)! We ate our bananas, yogurts and pieces of sweet bread in the street and drove to the nearest public beach in the zona hotelera: Playa Caracol.
This is our fourth time in Cancún and we are fairly familiar with the city, the good spots and the bad ones. Common backpacker wisdom would tell us to look down upon the city—it’s a resort town, a gringo paradise and the “fake” Mexico. I disagree. Sure, there are plenty of resorts along the road in the aptly named zone hotelera and you can find familiar U.S. franchises, such as Walmart, Blockbuster (not bankrupt yet here, apparently!), Applebee’s and so on. Many beaches are private and tacky souvenirs are everywhere.
But there is a lot to enjoy too in Cancún. Public beaches are awesome—white sand, blue sea, clear water and perfect waves. There are many delicious eateries catering to locals, as well as lively zocalos where you can hang out with Mexican families. Sure, you can get drunk and party on the beach after dinner at Outback Steakhouse but you can also relax under the warm sun and find your own little piece of Mexico in Cancún Centro.
We enjoyed the beach for most of the day and then drove back to the hotel, covered in sticky white sand. Shower for everyone before Cancún Centro!