Exactly eight years ago, we concluded our ten-year anniversary trip to the Mayan Riviera on the coast of Mexico, just south of Cancun. It is a beautiful, all-inclusive spa resort.
Here I am, examining the ocean bottom in the clear waters inside the semi-protected area bounded by a breakwater constructed from giant sand-filled bags. They pumped the sand through a pipe to fill the bags, and at first glance they appear to be beached whales.
Here’s a shot of the cabanas and grass umbrellas on the beach. Behind them you can see the type of lodging we had.
At these more secluded cabanas, one could experience a massage right there on the beach.
Hotel workers rode these tricycles to deliver fresh towels and other supplies to the rooms. There were wide pathways everywhere.
And here’s one of those workers now!
… the setting sun? No, I wouldn’t presume to insult your intelligence that way. I’m sure you must know that the beach faces the Caribbean to the east, so this is the pre-dawn sky. But it would have been nice to have a sunset shot to conclude this installment of our record of our El Dorado Royale experience. So, let’s just imagine we’re looking west.