My Caribbean nightmare: a week in the Mexican Riviera Maya

Anete could probably live by the sea for the rest of her life, but I’ve never been much of a beach bum. Yet, when we booked a flight home from Cancún, I still wanted to see the Riviera Maya. If only for anthropological reasons. After a week spent in all those Mexican tourist hell-holes, I’m quickly reconsidering. Mass tourism is ugly.

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