Mexico City, Mexico
It was the end of our first day exploring the secrets hidden in the Chetumal jungle. We’d visited the jungle reserve of Chichan-Ha in the morning, followed by a visit to the ruins of the ancient city of Kohunlich, and now it was time to explore this portion of the Mayan world by night and water. After reaching what would become our home base for the next few hours, the equipment was unloaded, the bright orange life vests passed around, and one headlamp for each two people. The sun would disappear below the horizon soon.
You’ve seen the pictures and Instagrams of this wonderful place – Bacalar is a tropical paradise known for its beautiful, pristine and crystal clear, mineral-filled, jade coloured waters. But there is more than one way to explore Bacalar and take breathtaking pictures…
I am back home after three incredible days in the jungle. Our trip to the Explorean was a blast, with so many discoveries and activities that kept us on our feet and exploring the beautiful Mayan World in entirely new ways. It was also a trip filled with opportunity, where I was able to fulfil three things on my bucket list, and try new activities that I’d never done before. It really was an adventure!
I arrived in Chetumal yesterday night and it’s already starting to look like an amazing weekend. The first night in The Explorean hotel was a charm, and we were received by an awe-inspiring dinner under the Mayan sky.
One of the most intriguing travelling experiences you can encounter on the road are ancient ruins. These places are full of legends and stories, each stone and artefact telling history of the people who once inhabited these incredible places. Sometimes it’s hard to picture people once living in these majestic cities, or to imagine their buildings covered in beautiful colours that have now been washed away by the elements. The mystical aura that surrounds these sites is something that has always appealed to me, ever since I was a little girl.
Full disclosure: this post is not full of pink flamingoes. But that doesn’t mean it’s not full of beautiful pictures, and a couple of flamingoes. We’ve left Yucatán after spending an incredible week exploring some of its many beautiful places and spending a fantastic last day in Campeche (in the neighbouring state) and a great New Year’s Eve. Even though we’re gone from Yucatán, I still have a lot of stories and pictures to share about the many places we visited, and that hopefully, you’ll get to visit one day too. One of those places was the coastal town of Celestún.
It hardly seems like another year has gone by, I can barely believe it. But the more I think about it, the more I see the changes in myself and those around me, in what my life looks like right now. Perhaps most relevant is that at the start of 2015 I never saw myself blogging. Although this blog is pretty new, I’ve been blogging since early November, managing and editing and writing for a group blog with fellow students on The Poetry of Earth. I will not lie to you, it’s been hard to keep up sometimes. I’d never been able to create a habit out of writing, and when the project started I didn’t think about how much work it would be to both write my own posts, and translate and edit my writers’ posts. I have learned so much in this short time, but perhaps the most important lesson of all has been a lesson in passion.
When I was told that on our way to Uxmal we would be visiting some beautiful ‘grutas’ (grottos), I never imagined a massive underground cave system. The grottos I’ve been to before were quite small, usually made up of two or three interconnected caves, and not so deep in the ground or in the wild. I remember one of these specifically, which was actually the first time I visited Yucatán when I was a lot younger. We were driving down the highway in our rented car towards Chichen Itzá when we saw a sign saying “Visita un cenote natural” (Visit a natural cenote). I guess my parents were feeling up for a little adventure because we pulled up in this desolate parking lot with three houses that looked pretty worn down. It seemed like no one was around, and just as we were about to drive off, a lady and her young kid came out. “Are you here to visit the cenote?” She spoke with that peculiar accent that Mayan Yucatec people often have, her boy …
Nevado de Toluca, Mexico