Ek-Balam, another ruin on Peter’s must-see list is 27km north of Valladolid. As our next destinations were towards the east coast, that wasn’t on our route. The road wasn’t busy enough to try thumbing a lift, so we went to a taxi company, left our bikes there and had a 25 minute drive up.
We’d thought that the extra pricing was only going to be at Uxmal and Chichén Itzá, but it turned out that Ek-Balam had the same thing. I asked, and it turned out that it had been introduced
We had camped only about 2km from Chichén Itzá, so we had plenty of time to pull down our tents and get there before it opened at 8 am. We were sat by the ticket booth eating breakfast when the first tour buses pulled up, before they actually started selling tickets. Although ruins are great at ensuring that you get kicked out on time, the ticket vendor didn’t start selling until about 8:15, strange that.
Being one of the newly listed modern wonders of the world, Chichén Itzá is hugely
After Mérida, we were on the home stretch, passing ruins such as Chichén Itzá, Cobá and Tulum, the colonial city of Valladolid and then to the Caribbean and the beaches at Playa del Carmen and Cancún, as well as the usual number of smaller, less well-known, towns. Cancún is the end for us as that’s where Peter’s flight back to NYC on the 28th of February is waiting. As far as my route is concerned, I’m going to Cuba for a month or so, although the ticket isn’t booked
The next day we rode to Uxmal, and were met by our most developed ruin to date. The entrance had a coffee shop, with a few tourists standing round at 10am enjoying their morning Coronas, surrounded by expensive looking shops selling half litre bottles of water for 25 pesos. There was also Infinitum Movil, the free wi-fi found in many town squares, McDonald’s and Starbucks across Mexico. We tried to walk in through the turnstile, our first one of those too, but were turned back. Every other
Bolonchén was the last town in Campeche and after breakfasting at the same place as the night before, due to it being the only place to eat we found, we headed up. Our eggs had been quite good, but at 40 pesos, instead of the normal 25 (or about 20 in Guatemala) they were further proof of the higher prices in the Yucatán peninsula. On the way to the border with the state of Yucatán we went past a signposted municipal dump. It looked identical to other parts of the road except instead of signs