While it used to be an important port for the exportation of henequén rope, so much so that the place itself is named after said rope (sisal), Sisal is now just a sleepy fishing town. It took us over an hour just to find a place to stay, because everyone who rented rooms had “closed because of the bad weather” or “gone to the Sunday market.” We had some seafood at a restaurant right by the shore and spent the rest of the day wandering the beach. It was full of algea  and horseshoe crab shells from a recent storm, but peaceful and pleasant.

An old fort for the defense of the port.

An old fort for the defense of the port, newly renovated like the rest of the town.


On the small pier.

A dog's life.

A dog’s life.