Celestún Beach, Mexico

Entry to beach

Perfect Playa

Doesn’t this look like paradise?  Where are the people? Celestún is famous for the breeding grounds of flamingos and the area is a bio preserve.  This means that Celestún hasn’t developed as much as other places in Yucatan such as Cancun.  It was warm but very breezy as you can see from the waves.

After I walked along the beach, I investigated some of the streets close by.  First I saw a group of elderly ladies in various stages of ill health that had been to the local clinic.  I doubt their medical care was as extensive as mine but they were happily chattering as they walked home.  They had probably known each other from childhood and I looked at them in quiet envy.

Celestun village street

La Palapa Restaurant

There were a few restaurants and one was right on the beach.  I really needed a clean restroom but ordered a local beer and admired the view.  The restrooms were like most in the area – spotlessly clean, smelling of bleach with that fantastic foot pedal to flush the toilet.  There was also a clean wastebasket to put your toilet paper in.  The pipes are too narrow and the paper pollutes the pristine environment.  I thanked my hosts kindly and walked out.

Only in Mexico do you get a crucifix in the bar…

As I rounded the corner, reality struck me in the face.  An old sick dog was seizing in the road.  Her eyes were sunken and she was just hours or days from death.  I immediately went into triage mode.  How could I euthanize this dog, likely a stray?  I had left my tranquillizers at the hotel which I could have crushed into some tuna.  As I stopped and stared, I knew I could do nothing.  My rabies vaccinations are long since out of date.  The dog was not mine and it might not be culturally acceptable for me to be the angel of death.  In Cairo most people disapproved of animal euthanasia as it was God’s decision when we die.

I walked on with the knowledge that as much as I would like to, I couldn’t live in a poor rural country.  In Belize I snuck food out of the hotel to feed the starving dogs because there were no shops.  When I got back to the car, Angel, my driver, asked me what I thought of the village.  I told him truthfully that it was exquisite and charming.  Then I told him about the dog in halting Spanish – to my astonishment he seemed to truly understand my dilemma.  Ah, the yin and yang of life.

Cat Mural Celestun

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18 thoughts on “Celestún Beach, Mexico

    • Thank you so much, Rob. This is the story of my life – feeding strays in Cyprus, Egypt, Texas… I just feel sad that I couldn’t help anymore but I like to think that the dog had a lovely life being cared for in paradise.

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  1. Hi Kerry. The beach looks stunning👌 You are so lucky to visit many places around the world. The village sounds lovely and unspoilt. I enjoy living vicariously. Some day I might be brave enough to travel more. Hope you are visiting some more exotic locations soon. Love Anne x

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  3. I can´t believe the absence of tourists!! This looks so beautiful! And I´m glad Angel got the dilemma – sometimes discussing wild strays can be a bit difficult in these areas, I have often found this to be true in Spain for example where there are so many stray cats. The tourists and local expats are the only ones who take care of them, not only in terms of food but also trying to get them sterilized so they won´t be killed.

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  4. Celestun Beach would be perfect for me… Lots of animals and not too many tourists. 😊Although I would of felt the same as you did seing the sick dog. Very nice read. Glad your comment on Roda’s blog caught my attention.

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