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This is barely scratching the surface. What I felt when I was in Tulum this last weekend was the palpable grip of extremely powerful, greedy, and dangerous cartels. Short of the evil, most people were just entirely fake. The real Tulum, as I imagine it was was probably far more public or at least not so disjointed between dozens of beach clubs. It's not just that the prices are high, it's that you can't skip from party to party on the beach and just have a good time like you should be able to or like you can in places like Boracay, Thailand, etc. What you end up with is paying over $20 per drink and blind covers of over $50 in an elaborate and classless money washing station. Tulum is invariable proof that billionaire cartel leaders still don't have good taste and don't know how to create a great party. They're more about the flex, but clearly don't understand the first thing about authenticity and human space interaction. This is a particular shame when you consider the immense beauty that could be enjoyed if none of the clubs were there, or at least were far less intrusive. Tulum is a treasure, nightmare, and a tragedy all wrapped into one. Mexico is losing its charm, most prominently in Tulum.