CENTRAL AMERICA

CHAPTER 24 – the LAST MAYANS STAND in PALENQUE

We drove another 10 hour journey from Merida (no time for that place) searching for the lost and tiny town called Palenque.

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Luke: Before I start talking about Palenque I want to finish up about Merida… We had to sleep at a cross roads next to a police repo compound which was 24-7 busy. Horrible. I have never slept so badly in all my life after the long drive from Isla Mujeres.

Jenna: No time for that place!!! The drive from Merida was difficult. I was manning the TANK for the first time, it was raining and we were driving in circles as the sign posts for Palenque were near to non-existent. 6 1/2 hours soon turned into 10.

Luke: Jenna sat up front and drove and I laid in the back on the couch for ten hours trying to read our spanish phrase book. Every 15 minutes I was propelled into the air as she hadn’t noticed the approach of massive ass speed humps and made me free fall. It was a silent trip but eventful.

Jenna: Once we finally made it, it dawned on us that the next few days we would be camping in the thick of the jungle. All power was out that night whilst we were searching for a camp ground which made locating one beyond difficult. But we stumbled across the perfect pitch.

Luke:  Once we had arrived it was time for a drink and a heavy one at that. We laughed about the amount of times Jenna got pulled over by the army and the amount of times I kissed the ceiling due to heavy mis-judgement. ha .

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Jenna: The following day we hiked up the mountain towards the Mayan ruins and what we found was spectacular. It was magnificent to see over 1,500 Mayan sites. Palenque wasn’t busy and super touristy like Chichen Itza which is where major Cancun hotels take their visitors – a tourist trap.

We were almost alone in the forest and were able to understand and feel what it may have been like way back yonder. We stood in the middle of one temple where captives were displayed to the king and you could almost hear the chanting. It was marvelous.

This is the first Mayan site I have visited that was truly all-encompassing. The ruins were endless as we hiked in and out of the bush.

Luke: The next day was interesting with a hangover, we walked from our site up to the ruins. All around us were local indigenous people selling random bits and were running about and it didn’t look like evolution had caught up with them. There was a local family, or so it seemed, as they had a chain of tables all with the same products and you could see how close the different generations were together. Inter breeding galore up in those hills. Jenna bought a couple of bottles of water from a child that can only be explained as SLOTHS off spring from the GOONEYS. One eye looking at you and one looking for you. Poor little bastard. Anyway it made his day. Funny the things you remember. Ha.

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Jenna: There was a community of backpacking hostels nearby and we walked in the middle of the night whilst it was pouring with rain to check out the local bar. We found ourselves swaying to the traditional music, over shots of tequila and a few too many margaritas.

Luke: Blind drunk, wicked evening in the storm.

Jenna: The TANK had her first mishap here as we woke one morning to a flat tire. Bugs everywhere and the piercing sun, dear Luke fixed her up real good.

Luke: Pain in the arse. I didn’t see it until we went to leave for the day to go to the water falls. Ended up sweating profusely in the burning sun, with no help!!! Couldn’t complain it was an amazing place and it wasn’t like we were late for work . ha

Jenna: Obviously I didn’t help with the actual act of tire changing; I did however clean the spare tire cover.

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This is what I look when when we have a flat tire and i’m unimpressed.

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We wrapped up our time here and headed back towards Belize as we had a flight booked to Jamaica (boo) with a quick night stop in Bacalar.

Next stop – the hard bloody tropics (where we nearly got arrested) and a wicked family reunion. Keep reading and follow the adventure! Boooooyahhhhhhhhhhhh

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