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Outside Magazine, October 2006
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Destinations
The Pleasure's All Mayan
Thanks to 35 years of development, Mexico's Yucatán coast has been dubbed Gringolandia, a crowded stomping ground of all-inclusive big-box hotels for hordes of sun-scorched spring-breakers. So what happened to the region's frontier atmosphere and white-sand beaches? They're still there, finds Bruce Barcott. You just have to know where to look.

By Bruce Barcott

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Adventure guide Matt Perlman goes surfing in Tulum. (João Canziani)

"CAN YOU IMAGINE the parties they must have had at this place?" Matt Perlman says. Standing on the sun-warmed deck, we let our eyes roam for a while. Before us the aqua Caribbean Sea, behind us the jungles of Mexico's Yucatán Peninsula, all around us the villa of Pablo Escobar. That's right: Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar.

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A hundred yards offshore, two frigate birds drift over the Belize Barrier Reef, the second-longest reef in the world—a crackly maze alive with brilliant mustard-yellow brain corals, lascivious queen conchs, and sea turtles. But I'm having a hard time enjoying the view, given the Caligula-like scenes playing in my head.

The outer wings of Escobar's 20,000-square-foot mansion, near Tulum, contain tiny rooms the size of cells, and an underground passageway once connected the main house with a guesthouse down the beach. In the late eighties, before the cocaine kingpin was killed, the Mexican military seized the house and let looters and tropical storms strip it to a concrete skeleton. The deck we're standing on contains only broken beer bottles and cigarette butts, the party trash of local teens. "I bet he had presidents out here," Perlman says.

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An iguana at the Tulum ruins (João Canziani)

As if overhearing my thoughts—Isn't this just a little creepy?—Perlman assures me that Pablo's casa has been exorcised of bad karma; Perlman's sister, Melissa, an American hotelier who runs Amansala, an "eco-chic" resort just up the beach, invited a Tibetan monk to cleanse the energy throughout the property by carrying a torch from room to room and chanting prayers. Perlman, Amansala's adventure guide, says Melissa recently struck a deal with the Mexican government to turn the villa into a high-end hotel called Casa Magna; the guesthouse opened early this year, and the main mansion is slated to open this coming January.

Pablo's villa illuminates one of the irrefutable truths about the Yucatán coast: No matter how far you run, no matter how remote your hideaway, the southward march of development will eventually catch up to you. Tulum in Pablo's day was an isolated fishing town, known for its seaside Maya temples perched on a spectacular headland. Today, it's the hottest real estate market in the burgeoning state of Quintana Roo—one of the fastest-growing travel destinations in the world. Movie stars and yoga masters seek out its thatch-roofed bungalows to bliss out on the town's funky mellow vibe. And tourism development is charging down the coast at such breakneck speed that it raises a question in the mind of every traveler seeking solace in Mexico's easternmost region: Is it possible to escape Cancún? To see for myself, I rented a Jeep there and pointed it south.




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Contributing editor BRUCE BARCOTT co-moderated the debate between Christine Todd Whitman and Robert F. Kennedy Jr. in the November 2004 issue.