Late October, the end of the season in Yucatan. Clouds in the sky, wind blowing, and an empty beach shared only with a few old boats and seagulls. It looks like you would need a jumper for this walk on the beach but – no. It is damn hot.

I do not think there is such a thing as a winter season down there in Mexico. Just the vast, humid silence of a place where nobody is watching.

Mexico: A Random Adventure #1, 2007