We're Back to the Yucatan Amid Road Flooding and Storms

Hurrah!! We're back in the Yucatan, 21 km north of Mahahual, on the Caribbean, one hour of driving north from Belize.

Yesterday my husband Jim and I rented a car in Cancun, went to Costco and each began piling food into two separate carts with two separate lists. Hurry, hurry. Then off to Mega (huge grocery store to the west of Costco) and once again piling food and supplies into two separate carts. I do the vegetables, fruit, cereals, etc. and Jim does the new juicer, tequila, rum, coffee, cream etc.

We finished at 12:45 PM and started south on Highway 307, with food in the front seat to eat along the way. No time to stop for lunch. A quick stop for gas and again in Limones for a 70 lb. Bag of sweet oranges and off again. We had now driven four hours south of Cancun, and 51 km yet to go to Mahahual. We arrived to our cutoff at 4:45 PM. Not dark yet, not bad.

Why the rush? We simply had to get to our rental house before nightfall. We had been warned of extreme flooding on the dirt roads. We had a choice of two roads and friends along each road had warned us to go the other road. We had to choose one so...it was the Rio Indio road.

Now a stroke of luck.   See the red truck?

 It just appeared ahead of us so Jim could watch to see how deep the truck wheels were sinking and decided we could get through the first huge “pond,” then the next and then the next, sometimes choosing a different side of the road. At least the mud wasn't that slimy, sticky kind. The truck turned to the right at Rio Indio and we had to go to the left.

Well, that's ok, we thought. The worst was behind us. Not so.

Huge “ponds” continued. Sometimes we drove left, some we went right. Then there were those”ponds" that extended completely across the road.

 No decision there. But oops....the road changed from mud to drifted wet sand...you know the kind that tires like to relax in, all the time not revealing the depth of water on top the sand. Darkness was approaching, getting a bit harder to see. Then the tropical rain pour storm hit. Really, really hard to see. Windshield wipers were only a little help.

And then like a beautiful yellow apparition, we arrived to Casa Amarilla, our home for the next month, But Chaac was not so easily appeased. 

 We sat outside Casa Amarilla in the car for 15 minutes waiting for the heavy rainstorm to abate. To go outside the car would have been like swimming in the Caribbean which was just 75 feet east of us.

We have decided to just stay “put” the next several days, but what a delightful place to be partially marooned in.

Oh...look at this below.....but that's another story.