We flew through the night and landed bright and early in Cancun. So early that nothing was open.... not ideal!

We picked up our luggage and made our way outside. As we stepped out of the aircon airport and was greeted by a wall of hot and humid air. Phew... hello Mexico! Hello Summer! After a bit of negotiating we got a good price on our taxi to our first stop - Puerto Morellos.

We showed our taxi driver the address of our hostel but he pulled over just outside the town and let us out. Confused, we pointed to the address. He shook his head and rattled off something in Spanish. We figured he was saying "Here, and no further, Gringo."

We noticed a grocery store just across the way so we lumped all of our stuff in a trolley and wondered around the shop. We picked up a few items - water, avo, limes, tomato and onion and a giant bag of tortilla chips, and then caught another taxi to our accommodation.

As we drove we noticed how lush and green everything looked. I said to Kevin how all I felt like was a proper breakfast. After 2 days of eating snacks and airplane food, I felt quite over it.

We were welcomed into our accommodation - a sort of hostel with private rooms, each with their own bathroom and balcony with 2 hammocks. We were told to leave our bags in reception which we were shown around. We were taken into the kitchen where the breakfast buffet was laid out. Now, strictly, breakfast for that first day wasn't included in what we had paid, but these people were so generous they just told us to help ourselves. Fruit, yoghurt, pastries, orange juice and eggs.... yes, eggs... and frying pans... and butter... and seasonings. I'm sure I heard the angels singing as I cracked a few eggs and made a lovely plate of scrambled eggs - just what I needed.

After breakfast we went back to the reception area. We were then were taken to our room where we found our bed for the next few days - a traditional Mexican swinging bed. Attached to the roof by four strong ropes made our bed hover about 30cm above the ground.

We showered and then decided we weren't quite ready for the crazy bed and rather lazed in the hammocks on our balcony. Bliss.

Later in the afternoon we took a couple of the hostel's bikes and cycled 10 minutes into town. We had dinner at a little local spot, La Plajita (The Little Beach) La Plajita is a very much locals spot so the menu was in Spanish. We guessed at items on the menu and sat back and enjoyed the view of the ocean.

Our waiter bought a bowl of nacho chips and some salsa, which were complimentary. Our guessed order landed up being delicious marinated steak, guacamole and fries, as well as about 20 small tortillas. We only managed to eat 6 tortillas as all the complimentary snacked had left us stuffed.

We cycled home and on our return met an American couple from Portland. We chatted to them a bit and they recommended a few things to do in the area. They had been there for about a week already and said that one day into their vacation there was a tropical storm. A stack of seaweed had washed up onto the beaches all the way down the coast. The fancy hotels pay to get it raked up but the smaller places just let it pile up. The beach outside our hostel had quite a bit of seaweed but the Americans told us that there were beaches close by that were clear. Finding the clear was a challenge for another day.

Exhausted we head to bed and, after swinging around and feeling rather dizzy from our crazy bed, we fell asleep.