By this stage, 7 months into our trip, Jacquie was feeling really homesick, and had decided to fly back to England from Cancun. The air had mostly escaped from my balloon, and part of me was trying to delay getting to Cancun as much as possible, while the other part of me just wanted to get it over and done with. We rode for one more day before we arrived in the dreaded Cancun.Jacquie booked her flight and we were left with one week together. We headed down to Playa Del Carmen, not wanting to stay in the gringo high-rise Mecca of Cancun any longer than necessary, and after a few days there, moved down to Tulum and stayed in a sand floor Cabana on the beach, catching up on our tanning before Jacquie’s return to the gloom of the UK. We loved Tulum, enjoyed Playa Del Carmen, and made the best of downtown Cancun, but all the while, the impending separation weighed heavy on our minds. Jacquie had bought a return ticket as it was the cheapest option, and we both focused on the option for her return in two weeks time.
The time came for Jacquie’s departure, and we rode from Playa to Cancun for the last time. We had both decided to make our goodbye as quick and painless as possible, so I helped her in with her bags, went with her to check in, then we had a quick drink whilst sorting out last minute details like money. We hugged each other tightly outside the terminal and I walked back to the bike alone, turning round and waving to Jacquie every 5 paces.
I got on the bike and rode out of the car park, I rode over to Jacquie who was still standing outside the terminal, we had one last hug, and then I rode out of the airport and towards Chetumal and the border.