This will not be an unillustrated chronicle

So, Miss Prime Minister, there you are:



Tulum's own beach beneath the ruins (really ruined, compared to Chichenitza, Ek-Balam, and Copa, amongst others, but what a setting for the jewel), where I swam in the turbulent surf.

It wasn't the most relaxing dip, but how heartening to be immersed in this specific beauty... The white line shows the position of the reef where the breakers meet their match, and only the humbled ones push on to pull back from the shore. Still, the waters drew heavily from the beach and I was exalted as much by the loveliness of the place as by the gaugeable violence of it. What a salty dose the ocean is if one is not careful!