Our first night bus of the trip was worse than your average. We tend to sleep with our valuables in our smaller day rucksacks attached to us, either by wearing our rucksacks on our front or by lacing our seatbelt through the bag handles. It won’t stop our things being stolen if the bus is robbed, but it does help deter opportunistic thieves who sometimes rifle through your bag in the night or take an unattended bag with them when they get off the bus. However, it does make it rather uncomfortable to get to sleep, but once you get off to sleep it’s usually not too bad.
However this time, in the COVID era, each time the bus stopped everyone had to get off the bus for it to be disinfected. After standing in a bus depot carpark for 10 minutes you tend to have woken up, and have to go through the whole getting to sleep process again. When we did finally get to sleep for a few hours we were woken at 6am by a police woman shouting to see our passports, which was a slightly terrifying experience that I think she enjoyed a bit too much to be honest. After being released by the loaded police woman we carried on our journey and eventually rolled into Palenque around 8am. Accompanied by some very swollen feet.
We dropped our bags off at the hostel but couldn’t check in until 3pm so we decided to make the most of the day and got a collectivo to the nearby Mayan ruins. A guy on the collectivo tried to sell us some magic mushrooms which we declined and he then tried to sell us a tour of the jungle near the ruins. As tempting as being led into dense jungle by a possibly high drug dealer sounded, we decided to give it a miss.
We hopped off the collectivo to buy our tickets at the park entrance and then walked the 15 minutes up hill in the midday sun to the ruins. It turns out we were supposed to just get back on the collectivo we had already paid for and it would have dropped us there. But of course we only learned that once we arrived drenched in sweat.
The ruins were really cool and we were lucky it was very quiet, we had it mostly to ourselves, except for a school trip of about ten teenagers all in jeans and jumpers in the midday sun. I’m still not sure they weren’t a mirage, how anyone can be in a jumper in 30°C is madness to me, even if it is winter here. We took it a very slow wander around on my swollen jelly feet, keeping mostly in the shade and we were still covered in sweat by the end. We decided to walk back through the forest alongside the ruins so we were out of the sun. The forest was just as enjoyable as the ruins themselves, with cute little rivers and waterfalls and lots of creatures. Grace also spotted some howler monkeys up in the tree tops collecting and eating fruit, at one point they were directly above us and we had to make a run for it so we didn’t get splatted on the head with their fruit droppings.
We checked into our hostel and were placed in a three bed dorm with a Canadian girl who had a bad cough, we weren’t best pleased. It’s just common courtesy when backpacking that if you’re ill, you check into a private room on your own, no one wants to catch what you have. She reassured us it wasn’t COVID so we let it slide. (Spoiler alert, it was COVID and I am currently writing this while in isolation, but that is a story for another blog post).
On our second day we booked a trip to see some nearby waterfalls we’d heard were pretty. We went on a tour that left at mid day and would be back at 6pm. On the 40min drive to the first waterfall, we got chatting to a girl who had just arrived in Palenque and had all her valuables stolen on the night bus. Suddenly our night of bad sleep didn’t feel as bad in comparison. The first waterfall was pretty but we couldn’t swim there, instead we did the walk behind the waterfall which was cool. We saw three guys (Santi, Tod and Tom) who we’ve bumped into a few places along our Mexico route, who were there on a different tour, and did the walk behind the waterfall with them. Behind the waterfall was this cool little cave which we headed into to explore but were met with a man, or possibly a troll we couldn’t actually see his face, asking for money to look at the back of the cave. Seeing as it was pitch black in the cave, this seemed a pretty pointless investment but did make us laugh that wherever you go in Mexico you’re never far from someone trying to charge a small entrance fee.
Next we headed to Agua Azule which is more of a river that has eroded lots of pools into rocks. It was super pretty, we had a swim and then went for a walk upstream with the boys, stopping at various points for a swim and some beers. We also failed terribly at haggling with the Mexican woman selling various things from baskets on their heads and ended up buying a whole bunch of tiny bananas instead of just the two we were after and also somehow ended up with some weird chocolate biscuits, which we all decided were edible but not very more-ish.
At 5pm we headed back to our minibus to head home. Some people in our tour were heading onwards to San Cristobal rather than retuning back to Palenque. The road by the waterfalls can be dangerous at night so there were lots of police about with large guns to reassure us, but it had rather the opposite effect. We couldn’t leave the people on their own on the road so the driver said we would have to wait ‘a small while’ for their bus to collect them and then we would be on our way. It turned out a small while was an hour and a half. But we eventually made it home around 9pm and headed out to meet the boys for dinner.
Things continued downhill however, when we turned up at the questionable restaurant the boys had picked. I ordered a cheese quesadilla hoping it would be hard to get food poisoning for what is effectively a cheese toastie in tortilla form. However, the waiter had helpfully adjusted my order, as he thought it wouldn’t be filling enough without meat, so put in some cold hotdog Weiners. Grace’s chicken tacos also came with Luke warm chicken and tasted awful so we gave up on our meals half way through. Grace then realized she had been sitting in a chair over an ants nest and had ants all over her, she got very bitten and did not appreciate any of the ‘ants in your pants’ jokes that were made. We gave up on the evening after that and headed for bed.
The next day we decided to check out a reserve that takes care of animals that have been confiscated by the government from people who have illegally tried to keep as pets. We were a bit conflicted whether to visit or not as we had been to similar places before that have claimed to do the same but really just bread animals in captivity in not very great conditions, but after a quick Google of reviews it seemed the animals here were well looked after so we decided to visit.
It was another baking hot day, and we wandered around the park seeing monkeys, flamingos, crocodiles and even two jaguars. The cages for the jaguars were a bit on the small side but overall the park seemed to be doing its best to keep the animals well looked after and entertained. There were keepers everywhere cleaning and feeding the animals. We got talking to one keeper who was feeding the huge manatees in the lake, when no-one was looking he snuck us in and let us help him with the feeding which was awesome!
Next we are headed to San Cristobal del las Casas, see you soon, Alice x