You’ll ride Yucatán’s only vintage truck from Valladolid to three unique cenotes—including Suytun’s iconic sunbeam—swimming in crystal water with a local guide. Enjoy lunch under chukum trees and relax in hammock lounges before heading back with sand still between your toes.
The cenotes tour lasts approximately 7 hours.
Yes, private transportation in a vintage truck is included.
The tour visits Nool Ha, Suytun Cenote, and Cenote Chukum.
Yes, lunch is included and served near Cenote Chukum.
Yes, life vests are included for swimming safety at all cenotes.
Infants can join; they must sit on an adult's lap or be in a stroller/pram.
Lockers are provided for your belongings at the cenotes.
The tour is suitable for all physical fitness levels.
Your day includes private pickup in Yucatán’s only vintage truck, entry to three different cenotes (Nool Ha, Suytun, Chukum), bottled water throughout the trip, access to hammock lounge areas for relaxing after swims, use of lockers and life vests at each site, plus a traditional lunch served under shady trees before heading back to Valladolid together.
The first thing I remember is the way the sun hit that old green truck—kind of battered, but proud. Our driver, Martín, had this easy grin and waved us up like we were old friends. The road out of Valladolid was bumpy (honestly, my teeth rattled), but you could smell wet earth and something sweet from the trees. I kept thinking about how different it felt from all those air-conditioned vans you see everywhere—this was slower, louder, more alive.
Nool Ha was our first stop. You walk through a patch of tangled green before the cenote opens up below—water so clear you can see your toes even when you’re floating. There was this moment when everyone went quiet except for a kid giggling somewhere behind me. I dunked under and the world just… paused. Our guide pointed out some tiny fish darting around my ankles—I tried to catch one (no chance). The main keyword here is “cenotes tour Valladolid,” but honestly, it didn’t feel like a tour at all—more like someone showing you their favorite swimming hole.
Suytun came next. That tunnel down is darker than it looks in photos, and my flip-flops nearly betrayed me on the steps (pro tip: hold the rail). When you step inside, a shaft of sunlight cuts through the ceiling and lands right on this stone platform—it almost feels staged but it’s not. Martín told us how locals use these places for ceremonies sometimes; he got quiet for a second before laughing about how he’d never dare swim alone at night. The echo in there is wild—you hear every drip and whisper.
Lunch was set up under some chukum trees near Cenote Chukum—a little breeze, plates of cochinita pibil that made my fingers sticky (worth it), and hammocks strung between trunks if you wanted to nap off the food coma. I still think about that view through the leaves while everyone else dozed or scrolled through their photos. It wasn’t fancy, but I left feeling lighter somehow—like I’d borrowed someone else’s daydream for a while.

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