Checking into our final hotel was a something of an extraordinary experience for me.
It’s somewhere I’ve always wanted to stay, but had no idea what to expect.
I’d read wonderful reviews, I’d read scathing, terrifying reviews, there are so few pictures online that it was either going to be a total nightmare or a dream come true.
I figured it was worth the risk.
Walking through the jungle towards the lobby, builders crawled across the treetops, the deafening sound of shouts and construction filled the air and my heart sank. The unmistakable smell of fresh sewage occasionally wafted through the airy wooden lobby and I thought “oh shit” (in more ways than one!)
We were led through the jungle, along wooden walkways that felt like something straight out of NeverLand.
The sounds of building gave way to the crashing of waves, the air turned from oppressive to light and salty, filled with the perfume of wild flowers.
Our spirits lifted as we climbed up to our treehouse and stepped inside…
Our netted bed looked onto the wooden clad, open plan room and bathroom.
If you look where I’m standing on the left of the picture ^, the yellow wall and door hide the loo – that’s not open plan, thankfully!
But the view?
Oh the view.
As you walk out onto the private balcony, you can hear nothing but the sound of the ocean caressing the rocks below.
A breeze from far out at sea whips past you, circling your hot skin, lulling you into a melting butter type state of relaxation.
There’s a swinging day bed, a huge bath,
Sunbeds and nothing else for as far as the eye can see.
Having longed to go somewhere for so long, to have no idea what you’re arriving to and finding an absolute paradise was… just incredible.
There’s nothing quite like delayed gratification, the wait so improves the prize.
I was quite euphoric!
We settled into our new home and reveled in the sea breeze.
Thoroughly revived, we padded down to the beach.
Complete with swinging beach bar!
We ordered a couple of our favourites, and took up a couple of painted deck chairs.
Far more rustic than many of Tulum’s groomed beaches, we felt it only added to Azulik’s charm.
The “clothing optional” policy helped too!
After a relaxing beach bum day, we strolled further along the sea collecting shells.
And watched a man sorting out his catch of the day, feeding the pelicans the leftovers.
Climbing back to the room for sunset.
Where I spent the next few hours stretched out in a hot bath, admiring the view.
As the sun dipped into the jungle, our bed glowed with the last of the golden light.
A man appeared to light our candles (there’s no electricity, save one little socket for your phone).
With the room surrounded in flickering candlelight and the exquisite pitch black across the sea, we stretched out to watch the stars come to life.
Utterly thrilled with our new home, counting our lucky stars.