Tulum is a hub for rich hippies and Central American trustafarians. It’s basically mandatory to have a septum piercing, a half-shaved head and a small fortune if you want to live here. Deliciously cool (but expensive) bars owned by the likes of those who run Burning Man festival in Nevada line the beach, funky boutiques and cafes are everywhere and the permanent scent of weed (mota) fills the air. The main town is sadly about three or four kilometres from the beach stretch, and taxis between the two start from MXN100, so you’re best off hitchhiking or hiring a bike from one of the many hostel or rental places.

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