In a town where iguanas outnumber Ferraris and turquoise waves whisper secrets to ancient ruins, you'd think the biggest heist would involve pilfering seashells or outsmarting a particularly cagey coati. But alas, even paradise isn't immune to the grubby paws of petty crime.
This week, Tulum played host to a real-life “Ocean's Eleven” (minus the Clooney charm, plus a Colombian accent), with a couple of Rolex-clad tourists getting wronged out of their timepieces at La Baguette Mystic. Apparently, the “modus operandi” involves a flash of metal, a dash of Colombian charm, and a getaway bike waiting like a sugar-fiend at an ice cream social. Talk about a buzzkill.