All roads lead to Tulum...

Five minutes after the hotties left us, an oil truck stopped and told us we were standing on the wrong road and that he would drive us to the right place.

Not even a minute passed and together with 3 other hitchhikers we jumped into the cargo area of a pickup truck. This way we got to Champotón, from where we wanted to go down to Escárcega, and then Chetumal. Right before arriving at the gas station we witnssed a bloodcurdling car accident. Hearing the woman screaming to save her baby was so horrific that we couldn't even speak to each other for the next hour.
We were dropped off at a gas station, which was supposed to be much safer than the crossroads, where we could catch a ride more easily, but once the sun started to go down and we still didn't find anyone going in the direction of Escárcega, we started considering other options... and then a trailer truck stopped with the drivers saying that they were going to Cozumel through Mérida, and that it would be easier to get a ride to Chetumal from the other side of the peninsula. It meant we had to go back, where we started, but we decided to join these funny and nice men for a 14 hour ride...

We arrived in Tulum early in the morning and before leaving for Belize we went to a hospital, because my leg was still really swollen, hurt every time I stepped on it, and started to take on a weird purple and greenish yellow color. We even started suspecting I might have broken it... Thankfully I just sprained my tendom; the doctor was really nice and he didn't want to go through all the insurance paperwork, so he gave me all the medicine for free

We got a ride south without a problem. It was another trailer with a driver that wouldn't stop talking. In Mexico most trailer drivers take some kind of medicine/drug that doesn't let them fall asleep and makes them really hyper. Hitchhiking is a lot of fun, you save money, meet people from different environments, but it can be also really exhausting... as I am the one who speaks Spanish I have to entertain the drivers with the same conversation each time - what we do, where we're from, what's Poland like etc. Sometimes I just want to zone out and daydream...
We only had about 15km left to Belize, when we got off the chatty ride. Next Carlo and Italya, a lovely couple from Mérida, picked us up and drove us to the free zone between Mexico and Belize. They were really sweet and offered us to stay in their beach house whenever we were back in Mexico