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A small sign jumped out at us as we passed by a Mexican Jail ‘Prison Made Crafts’. Hmmmm…sounds interesting. An hour later, we had purchased handmade Mayan hammocks. Each hammock takes weeks to make, depending on the size, and the profits help support the prisoner’s family. We were happy to make a purchase we knew would directly help a struggling family, and they are gorgeous. I can’t wait to get home and swing in my new hammock, or perhaps even sleep in it as many locals do.
Today, we visited our third cenote, Choj Ha. It was a wonderful place! Down, down, down into the cave. Clear, cool water, swim, swim, swim and swim…repeat. Trying to keep cool in the 100 degree heat. In between swims, we set up the Wee Rover for the night and showed a few locals the tent, maps, and set up.
Promply at 6PM the workers left for the day, after explaining that the outside gate to the cenote would be closed for the night. Alone, we cooked up our dinner, and settled in for the night.
About 2AM we were awoken be someone trying to open one of the doors on the Wee Rover. The person must have heard us waking as they crept off into the jungle. A bit rattled and hyper aware, we listened to see if they were coming back. We finally drifted off to sleep.
This was our first occurrence of the sort. Nothing bad happened, except for a couple missed hours of sleep. It was unsettling, but it is hard to think too badly of someone whose needs are probably far greater than ours.
The Vermont 100 mile course looks a bit like a 4 leaf clover, the criss cross point being an aid station called Camp Ten Bear. You hit it for the second time at 70 miles, the medical check pulls some, many drop out, most stop to fix blisters, eat, change clothes, and push on for the long, long, long night to the finish. We found our Camp Ten Bear in the Yucatan at the edge of the Caribbean Sea after hugging the borders of Guatemala and Belize. We changed the oil in the Wee Rover, tightened up some loose nuts & bolts from the #@&%# topes, stocked up on food and headed north and west. We are officially heading towards home. Like in the 100 miler, its still going to be a long, difficult section, but we can see the finish far off through the long, long night!
Tidbit: One morning while camping on the Caribbean Sea north of Tulum, and directly across from Cuba, we woke up early and took a short walk on the beach. Floating just offshore was a tiny, rickety, bamboo raft that had made it into the cove under the cover of darkness. Did it drift in empty? Was there someone on it? Did they make it to shore? Did they walk by the Wee Rover as we slept?
We spent Valentine’s Day at Bacalar Laguna with new friends from Canada, Gwen and Cory. We ate homemade pizza and drank coconut water right out of the coconuts. We had a fabulous time and are very grateful our paths crossed.
And it is called Bacalar Laguna, a small lake in the Yucatan. Actually, I believe it is several cenotes that converged, but hey minor details. The important thing is that it was gorgeous! Beautiful fresh water in hues of blue and green. Dappled sunshine to read and relax. A small bit of paradise.
We made it to the Caribbean Sea on the Yucatan Peninsula. It is beautiful, hot, humid and a bit of wind, especially when an afternoon storm rolls in.
The Wee Rover did her first overnight at a Pemex Petrol Station. She was very excited to hang with the big rigs.
How many Mayan ruins can one see? Well, in Mexico you can spend days, weeks, maybe even months visiting them all.
Yesterday, we visited Palenque, a huge change from Yachitlan as Palenque is on the bus tour route. We counted 4 huge buses in the museum parking lot and many more small van tour groups. Since we were here, and had found a wonderful camping place with a pool, we decided to visit the ruins anyway.
We were amazingly surprised. The ruins sprawl over a fairly large area, so except for the busy main areas, it can absorb a large number of people. We walked over from our camping spot, wandered for a few hours in the heat and humidity…until we ran out of water, took lots of pictures, and then sauntered back and fell into the pool.
We were glad we decided to brave the crowds. We have found every set of ruins to be similar, but unique in their own way. I’m not sure how many more ruins we will visit…you know, the unplanned, plan and all.
Today, we are being bums. The pool, internet to catch-up on blogs, the pool, trying to get wet clothes to dry (futile in this humidity), and did I mention the pool?
Yachitlan Ruins, a real life Indiana Jones moment!
We learned of Yachitlan from a fellow traveler while in Baja. Mayan ruins, jungle, monkeys, a boat ride in…we had to check it out.
So, a few hundred miles of topes, mountain roads, topes, heat, topes, jungle, and more topes, we arrived in Frontera Corozal on the river border between Mexico and Guatemala. We set up camp in the heat and humidity and hired a boat and guide to take us the 20km down river to Yachitlan early the next morning.
After several swims in the pool and a very hot night, we boarded the boat at dawn and went zipping up the river enjoying the scenery and cool breezes. 45 minutes later, one ruin peaked out of the jungle just as we neared the dock. From there we wound our way up into the jungle exploring ruin after ruin with Juan, our English speaking guide. For two hours we had the entire site to ourselves.
An ancient site, a labyrinth, the jungle, crocodiles sleeping on the river bank, howler monkeys howling, spider monkeys swinging from tree to tree, and bats dozing in the shadows of the stone structures.
Amazing!
We felt like Indiana Jones!
The trip south to Yachitlan was a drive into the very hot and humid jungle along the border between Guatemala and Mexico.
Did I say it’s Hot!
To make the long trip down more manageable we planned to camp along the way. We found a small village spot, Cascadas Welib-Ha, that let us camp in the parking lot, rather than rent one of the few cabanas. The falls were beautiful and the cool water was perfect after a long hot day of traveling. And the little family restaurant had delicious pescado (fish).
It was so nice, we stayed on the way back north as well!
