When Mike and I booked our trip to Mexico back in February, we knew one of the things we had to do was see the Mayan ruins. Chichen Itza, a place I will never be able to correctly pronounce, was at the top of our list. One, because it was the most famous site. And two, because it was the closest to our hotel.
You can easily access the world-famous site on your own, but we knew we'd get more out of the trip with a local guide. So I researched a few tours and settled on the Early-Acess tour. Mainly because we were told that Chichen Itza has zero shade and a lot of heat (those are understatements). Early morning seemed like the only reasonable option. Also, a nice bonus was that no one would be in our pictures (#InstagramFriendly). This all sounded well and good in February, but come tour day I felt major regret. Seeing as the site was a two-hour drive from Playa Del Carmen, we had to wake up at 4 a.m. This is especially difficult after a full day of consuming approximately two mango daiquiris per hour.
Groggy and sleep-deprived, we boarded the bus in the dark and proceeded to drive around the Riviera Maya, picking up couples and families at various hotels. Since we were the first people to be picked up, we had about an hour of this, which we more or less slept through. I did manage to wake up in time to see the sun rise over the Vegan Factory.