It is not down in any map; true places never are. ~Herman Melville
Hola amigos. What an adventure we had today. So many firsts, I don’t know where to begin.
Let me start by saying the tour was so wild, we had to sign papers saying we wouldn’t sue anyone if we died.
Check this out. The Rocky Steps times ten. We climbed up the most ancient Mayan pyramid in Mexico in Coba. This is our Indiana Jones style tour guide, Roby.
Coming down was actually a little tougher than going up.
Next, we went into a Mayan Village, zip lined across a crocodile infested lake, participated in a Mayan ceremony with the village shaman, and THEN repelled 50 feet into a cenote. ( All I kept thinking was, “we’re not in Disney World any more! Dude, this is real.”)
Cenote’s are considered holy places by the Mayans. They are actually holey places in the limestone earth, that are like sink holes or wells into water filled caves. Once we got down to the water, we floated on inner tubes.
So much of the day I thought, this is so crazy. No American tour company could ever risk letting tourists do this kind of stuff. But hey, it’s Mexico. The rules are obviously different here.
Eventually, we went into the home of a Mayan family. The thatched house was one room and pigs and other farm animals roamed inside. Outside, two of the kids played with their pet monkey.
The funny thing is, you’re tramping through the jungle. You are being told not to touch the trees because they’re poisonous. It’s all very surreal and feels like you’re walking in the footsteps of the ancient Mayans. But the modern day Mayans are smart. They took our pictures everywhere and then sold them to us.
You gotta love it. I did.