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Published: November 24th 2019
Bye Bacalar, Bye Enrico e Michelle, bye Campeon. We loved you all.
We enjoyed the last days in Quintana Roo but it’s time to move on, direction Chiapas.
First we need to grab a bus to Chetumal and then another one to Palenque, night bus that arrive at 4:30am, at 5 we are already in bed, inside a little cabaña on the edge of the jungle.
The weather is shit but luckily we didn’t get not even a drop of rain on us, it’s raining hard but we are sleeping deep and for when we woke up, at 8:30am, the sun shining on the muddy puddles.
I already been to Palenque 10 years ago. I remember well how much humidity. This is the most raining part of Mexico. Still around 27 degrees.
First thing after Daria’s breakfast is to go to the Archeological Site, one of the most influential in Mayan society that have been ruling the area till our ancestors found the way to arrive here and bring Christianity in exchanige of gold and tomatoes.
Palenque is considered to be one of
the most or maybe the most beautiful Mayan ruins in Mexico probably because their pyramids are emerging from the middle of the jungle giving an extra mysterious feeling to the visitors.
The site is huge, a lot of buildings, most of them temples, one erected by the king, the next by his brother, another by his son. Like the roman emperor, when in charge, build his own mausoleum.
I won’t go into more detail about the ruins, that’s enough but if you are interested to learn more about, google it. I am more keen to tell you about other impressions we had of the place and the small things that made our 35 hours in Palenque a unique memories.
After all the gathering around the ruins we met Marilyn on top of one of the small temples. She’s a Canadian girl, age of Daria that we met first in Chetumal waiting for the night bus. Marilyn went to Italy and didn’t t like it, so I called her “quella sciroccata di Marilyn”. She also said she likes Subway sandwiches, her job is to take care of old poor people, sometimes she
has to organise dinners for all of them together, for convenience she fed them on Subway sandwiches, other two good reasons to say she’s a bit touched in the head (Daria corrects me to say “has a screw loose”).
Walking down towards the exit of the site we passed through small ruins surrounded by a watercourse deeply hidden in the jungle, we read blogs that said about waterfalls in the area near here. We found some small ones, pretty but not enough to dip ourselves in. Later on after having a look at the museum we all walked a couple of kilometres to reach this nice river with waterfalls, just few Mexican tourists here having a dip.
Me, after 10 minutes speaking with a group of Mexican scooterists travelling around Chiapas on their Piaggios, I decide to go into this fresh water, natural pools. Marilyn already walking around the pools ready to jump, but at the end she just walked around barefoot but she wasn’t brave enough to jump in, Daria no way that she will dip herself into cold water so she never took off the shoes, she enjoyed to look at me
getting excited with all different small pond and waterfalls. Instead she drinks a Pozole de Cacao, a mix of cocoa, corn and water. Not my kind of thing but she like it so much.
Back in Palenque town we go looking for an ATM, a drink and maybe something to buy. We went into a clothes shop, it was big, had piles of clothes, new ones, but they looked from the 70’s, most of them branded with Italian names like “camisa Venezia” made in Mexico, not in the 70’s, probably in the 90’s but with old cutting patterns.
They also sold cheap Guitars and wood toys/ instruments for noisy kids. We didn’t buy anything but Marilyn bought a kind of traditional Mexican hoody. She came to me to show me her bargain saying -look how warm it is! I reply, obviously it’s plastic synthetic! Daria told me it wasn’t nice reply, (but she didnt like Italy)😉
For dinner we went back in town. Daria wasn’t t hungry, she’s happy with the juices of the universe, I wanted Tacos and Dirty ones. Daria didn’t want to go to a dirty place so
Enjoying the fresh water.
There were many Moskitos enjoy my internal fresh red water
we opted for a place that was recommended on tripadvisor Tropi Tacos, was empty, not a good sign, but every place we went was empty so we decided was ok. Not much stuff on the menu, at least nothing that Daria could get instead of the universe juices. Enough for me though, Tacos! And quite cheap too. Got an order of 4 al Pastor and a beef one, at the end Daria decide that a guacamole could be good as avocados are allowed into the universal diet.
We sat upstairs looking at the main road, nobody around, start raining hard, torrential rain, the road became a little river, 4 TVs in the room, one broken, 3 playing a music TV channel, awful videos, awful music, Daria loved one of the song screened we won’t forget this moment and specially with that song. (The name is Con Altura by Rosario and some rapper). Tacos were ok but not as good as the dirty ones I used to get but just because the rain didn’t stop yet, I had a torta (sandwich) also al pastor style with cheese. There wasn’t anything better to do.
back home to the cabaña well dry. Lucky guys.
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