After a couple of nights in San Cristóbal, Aidan and I took a late afternoon bus for Palenque. On the way to the bus stop we ran into someone I used to work with in Sydney, an activist called Gemma who was on her way to a Zapatista meeting. Pretty random hey. But we had a bus to catch.
A lot of people seem to cope with 18 hour bus trips, but Aidan and I are not programmed like that. We are restless, we complain to each other about the movies, our heads bang on the windows and roofs, our knees cause problems for the people in front of us. In short, our 5 hour trip from San Cristobal to Palenque really wore us down. Using my mobile, we booked a hostel in advance and so went straight there from the bus and dropped dead for 10 hours.
Next morning, feeling a whole lot better, we took a bus to the ruins. Ruins in the jungle are the stuff dreams are made of but it is hard to describe them. I hope the photos are up to the job.
Yesterday we went on a tour of three waterholes and waterfalls. Agua Azul, Agua Clara and Misol Ha. Awesome places but again, hard to describe I’ll leave it to the photos.
After that we just took a bus back to San Cristobal. Two hours of rock and roll wrestling followed by a crazy and absolutely crap Thai martial arts movie, then Rocky 6. Rocky spent a lot of time convincing his 60 year old self to take on the current world heavy weight champion, started to get beat up and then, just at the end of round 2, we got to San Cristobal. I wonder what happens.
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