After our day in Calakmul, we were tired and had a short riding day. The wind was still blowing and we had 3 ruins to visit, Chicanná, Becán and Xpujil. Thankfully, they were all close. I’d read about Chicanná (House of the Serpent Mouth) in the Lonely Planet and it was on my must-see list, mainly due to the serpent-mouth door. Being in the Yucatan peninsula, which has a long dry period, there were plenty of Chac (rain god) sculptures around. He’s very easy to spot with his Gonzo-like
I’d mentioned to Norman that we liked getting up early, well I did at least, and I was very impressed the next morning when at 5:30 I went to the bathroom and came back to find that Norman’s tent was taken apart and he was trying to pack it up. It was his first time sleeping in it, so he wasn’t going to be fast, but I was very impressed with the early rising. I’d have another person to persuade Peter that leaving earlier than he usually got up was a good idea!
There are two sensible routes from Tikal to Palenque, even though Google Maps doesn’t know about either of them. One of them is through the new border crossing at El Ceibo. It’s about 180 km from Flores to the border at El Ceibo, and then it puts you in the state of Tabasco, about 80 km from the town of Tenosique. The other would have taken us back down to Sayaxche before joining a dirt road for the 100km to the border, taking a boat down the river, getting dropped off in Mexico, then
We had hoped to start early knowing we had a lot of climbing ahead of us, and were putting our bikes outside when Jan and Noemi’s dog ran out after us and started running up the road. We didn’t want to be remembered as the guys who let their dog escape down the busy road so we followed after him. The more we followed, the further away he ran. If I crossed the road, he crossed the road. We followed for about 15-20 minutes before I eventually caught him, and then Peter carried him back
What we had thought would just be meeting up for a coffee ended up turning into two nights in a resort, and they actually suggested we stay for their 3rd and final night too, but we had to keep going. Part of it was because Pedro had burnt himself to a crisp the day before forgetting his suntan lotion, and even though that combined with eating copious amounts of steak the night before meant he was feeling off, we left. We had said our goodbyes to Eduardo’s family the night before, and said