Combi takes me to the Daffodil City

Izamal, Mexico, February 17th to 22nd 2018

Google had told me that Izamal is called The Yellow City and I added it to my itinerary immediately. As usual, I didn't quite believe the Internet and expected to find a few worn out ex yellowish buildings around the center, but since I kind of like yellow, that was enough. 

Oh my Gooseberry, was I happily surprised on arrival!

I took a combi, a van packed with fifteenish people, from Mérida after arriving there from Progreso by bus. I bought a blue 30 pesos chip from a man in front of the Similares pharmacy in the corner of Calles 65 and 54, pushed my suitcase to the back of the van he pointed me to and squeezed myself in the car. The van became filled with people quite soon, the chips were collected and off we went. The combis don't have timetables, they leave whenever they're full.

As the combi majestically glided in Izamal, I saw a town supersaturated in my favourite hues of yellow: egg yolk, yellow cab, sunflower, daffodil and banana ice cream from the days of my youth, working in a ice cream parlor! And not just a few buildings, but all of them in the centre. Well, with some white houses amongst them, but merely for ornamental function I guess. Like the white parts in daisies, only there to highlight the yellow.

The yellowest of them all is the Convento de San Antonio, a church/monastery in the middle of the town. It was built on top of a Mayan pyramid, which kind of gives a sour colonialist hue to the beauty of the building, and the city at large. The huge atrium seemed to be in good use of the locals, there was some kind of dinner party organized on the lawn, as I visited the monastery.

Pope John Paul visited in 1993, a statue was erected and
the city was painted yellow.

I very much liked the overall colour coordination,
enclosing even the trash bins.

I was quite colour coordinated, too

I'm afraid the deep and painful regret pictured here
was not originated from destroying ancient Mayan temples

Seen from the rear, the monastery looks a little like a theatre
decor, meant to be seen from the front only

The Izamal central area is conveniently rich with Mayan ruins, and there is at least one Mayan pyramid left, with nothing built on it. On top of Kinich Kak Mo, a temple designated to Sun god of the same name, there's a good view to the town and surrounding areas, in addition to historical value. Climbing to the middle level is quite enough, I tell you.

On the middle level.
Panting.

From Kinich Kak Mo temple,
you can see the suburbian, rougher side of Izamal,
comprising of approximately four houses

After all the climbing I was super hungry, but wanted a change in the menu, so I picked a Japanese restaurant on Calle 31, called Ikigai. Based on the miniature prices of the dishes, I induced them to be miniature sized, so I took three portions. Lo and behold, three full size meals were brought in front of me. Luckily, the food was not just affordable, but also very good, especially the Teriyaki.

The street plan of Izamal is a little more complex than in most of other, strictly grid planned cities in Yucatan, mostly because of the two instead just one central square and the monastery. In the picture above the smaller square, Parque 5 de Mayo. The larger one, Parque Itzamna, has most of the nice cafés, comfortably shadowed by the arched vaults, but in the corner of 5 de Mayo there is the Centro Cultural Y Artesanal, which inhabits most interesting specimens of folk art and design. I'm usually not that much into folksy things, but works here have pretty cheeky artistic touch in them and are not afraid to break out of traditionality.

Angélico Jiménez: Nahual (2006)

Angel Santos Juarez: Leon Coronado (2006)

Mauricio Hernández Colmenero: Calaca panadera con novia (2006)

I haven't paid too much attention to my lodgings in this blog, but my hotel in Izamal deserves an exception. Macan Ché consists of separate houses of different shapes and sizes, arranged in a big, lush garden, with pond like swimming pool and lots of hammocks. And a great breakfast. Every house and room is different so I guess there are murkier options, but I was super happy with my India room. First floor, windows on three sides it was almost like outside, in a good way. 

Of course, there was a hotel cat. Still al little shy here,
but sleeping on my laptop the next day already.

Corner of the India room

The hotel was far enough from the centre not to be totally yellow

Izamal was a perfect ending for my Yucatan trip. I still had five and a half hours bus trip to Cancun ahead of me – highly recommended, see a lot of small villages, just do not drink too much, no toilet in the bus – and then a night in Cancun where my flight to New York was to depart. But Cancun doesn't really even count. Except for realizing that I'm too old to sleep in a hostel, even in a single room. 

Way too old.

Pieces on information

• Izamal in Wikitravel

• Other people exploring Izamal: To Travel Too, Earth Trippers,  Mexico Cassie

Movie Set Town of Wild Wind and Nasty Dogs & Shrimps

Progreso, Mexico, February 13th to 17th 2018

Progreso is a small harbour town, with 6 km pier to beat the shallow shore. The pier was built in the 20's by Finns, I heard, and didn't bother to check the fact, since I like to gather extra points for my nationality. Whenever suicide and depression rates are discussed, I pretend I'm from Bulvania.

You can hardly see the end of the pier

As I arrived, the town was full of people, since it was the hey day of the Carnevale, with a parade and other festivities. The beach boulevard Malecon was packed with crowds, treats and tivolies. I may have eaten a marquesita or four, with both cheese and nutella. Wild life!

A surprise parade! Again!

Malecon on Tuesday

None of it was left the next day. 

Malecon on Wednesday

After that, it was all quiet on the eastern part of the town, where I stayed. Except for the wind. The wind never stopped blowing, not even during nights. There were barely any people on the streets nor on the beach, most of the seaside cafés closed. 

The amount of abandoned houses was remarkable and their looks fascinating. Of course, there were the lovely coloured and very much lived in houses, too. I could say the town is kind of lame, but with a weird feeling that anything could happen. If Federico Fellini and Aki Kaurismäki would have made a movie together, this would have been a perfect location. 

Oh my Godfather, I loved it!

One of the abandoned houses on the seaside

There were the colourful views...

...and the not so fancy ones.

The pier area, however, is another thing entirely. The daily cruise visitors have made the surrounding streets somewhat tourist oriented. Like "Taxi? Taxi? Taxi?" in Bali, "Massage lady?" was the signature call here. All the travel-magazine-like pictures are taken close to the pier, but the reality is way more boring.

I noticed the cruise effect in the online restaurant reviews, too. If there is a nice waiter nicknamed Joe who speaks English, dollars are accepted and there's a hearty burger on the menu, good reviews are granted. Still unaware of that, I chose a nice looking restaurant by the pier with good reviews, and ended up eating outside to avoid a Irish style troubadour, drunk retirees and horror movie lighting. My spagetti was lukewarm on arrival and chilled to freezing in the blowing wind, which also made my hair mix with the spagetti, not that I could make any difference. I hit some nasty tasting shrimps in my dish and decided, against my deepest held beliefs, stop eating midway.

There were good restaurants, too, but the whackamole effect of opening times was even stronger here than in Mérida. I ended up eating pretty much any place that was open. La Antigua was a good bet, with fine food and nice patio with some visibility to the sea. There was also a cozy, regurarly open and good Indian restaurant called Comida India. And loads of interesting-looking places, never open.

A sea view. Note the palm tree bending in the wind.

Compared to the gentle beasts of Holbox, the dogs here were killers. Not the ones roaming around the streets, but the ones behind fences. They waited in total silence until I was right beside them and then started a full blown barking charge, with the intention to cause me a heart attack. No doubt. I barely lived to tell.

For hammocking Progreso is not ideal, since the beach is pretty much poleless and the wind would have taken me away anyhow. Luckily, my hotel room had a high ceiling and huge windows, so I could just open the latter (and jam them to keep them open in the wind), lie on my bed and pretend I'm having a nap outdoors.

Pieces of information
• Progreso in Wikitravel
• Other people exploring Progreso: Trips, Tips and Tortilla Chips, Yucatan for 91 Days,  A Life by Design

Dzibilchaltun – Just Like in Finland

Dzibilchaltun, Mexico, February 13th 2018

I felt guilty for still haven't visited any Mayan historical sites in Yucatan, and at the same time wondering what would be the handiest way to travel from Mérida to Progreso. Deus ex machina, I found an excursion online, departing from Mérida, with two destinations: a visit to Dzibilchaltun Mayan ruins and then Progreso beach. Door to door transportation. One trip per week, on the day I needed it. Problem solved.

Dzibilchaltun is not the most impressive Mayan site, but it is good enough for a lazy person such as myself. There was a no-cave cenote, with no iffy fauna like in Valladolid, a couple of Mayan temples and a sacrilegious catholic chapel, built by the conquistadors in the 16th century. A real out of place object, that one, which reminds me of the catholic chapel in the great mosque of Cordoba in Spain, tossed in the middle of the beautiful, simple hall of columns like a bubble gum to a mandala, by the so called reconquistadors.

The Mayan and Finnish cultures a quite apart, but I did find some familiar things in this supposedly unknown to me place. Well, my mother's name is pronounced the same way as Maya, so I could say that I'm of Maijan origin. My cousins name is Inka, but let's not go there quite yet.

The water in the cenote was beautiful,
Just like in a Finnish lake. With maybe some added Curaçao liqueur.

If you like this kind of scenery, you should visit
Suomenlinna fortress island in Helsinki

Guess what. I did not climb to the top.
Just like I never did climb the Pispala Stairs.

The Temple of the seven dolls was named after small effigies
the archeologist first stumbled upon when entering the temple.
Nowadays it would probably be named The Temple of
the Forgotten Ladder.

Anyone who has worked in an archaeological museum,
recognizes instantly the blend of dust, smell and atmosphere
of a musealised dwelling. The Mayan outdoor kitchen took
me back to the summers in Seurasaari outdoor museum,
the best summer job ever!

After a compact museum we headed out via a sculpture park, with Mayan statues from more or less thousand years ago sprinkled around. And oh my golf cart, that was so Finnish I just cannot! Every small village in Finland have their own outdoor summer art exhibition, with emphasis on naivistic, often chubby characters. I felt right at home!

Chac-mool, 900–1250 CE.
In addition to Finnish summer art shows,
also brings to mind Etruscan sarcophaguses.

Sculpture with head of jaguar, 600–900 CE

Sculpture with head of jaguar, 600–900 CE

Pieces of information

• All kinds of excursions can be booked via Viator

• Dzibilchaltun in the Mayan Ruins Website

• Other people exploring Dzibilchaltun:XYU and Beyond, Road Dog Travel, Rambling & Roving

Mexican Walls, the Good Kind

Valladolid, Mérida, Progreso and Izamal, Yucatan, Mexico, February 2018

Ah, the colourful walls of Mexico! Before my trip I tried to find out in which towns they are to be found, but it turns out: everywhere! Oh the bliss! The colours are so saturated and alluring that I'd like to hug the walls and lick the paint like one licks the plate in a really fancy restaurant.

A little background: I'm into colours. I'm really, really into colours. 

Exhibit A: my travel wardrobe. Mind you, I had to choose a limited amount of hues for matching outfits (a word you won't be hearing often in this blog). This will probably help you understand why I'm so happy about the colours of Mexico. Finally, a place where I can blend into walls!

I know the walls are kind of popular photo motif. So, I'll concentrate on the details in my photo reportage. Hello, I'm a tourist, desperately trying to be Different. Also hello, I'm a fine art curator, seeing abstract art everywhere.

Other people exploring colourful Mexican walls: Northern Lauren, Design Idea for Decor, Suitcase Stories