It takes just 25 minutes on a ferry, across from the mainland port of Chiquila on the northern tip of Mexico's Yucatan Peninsular, to reach Isla Holbox.
The old saying that “You can't judge a book by its cover” needs to be updated. These days, we judge everything not by the cover of the book, brochure or pamphlet, but by it's website.
I reach a set of black gates, the top of the rails coated gold. A Union Jack flag flaps in the wind above. There's more gold outside, in the form of regal-looking statues. A long line of people are queuing at the gates. Clearly, this is a popular place, but then this isn't my hotel, not yet.
As a child, Paris was a city stop on family holidays as we ferried across the Channel from England and drove down to the beaches in the south of France.
Old, crumbled, faded, a shadow of it's former greatness…. There are plenty of buildings to match that description across the Yucatan Peninsula, this area of southern Mexico being a hotspot for ancient temples and archaeological sites from the mighty Mayan empire.
