Guatemala and Tikal

Finding a boat to take us upriver to Guatemala

Unloading on a Guatemalan mud bank

Another country and time to change money to quetzals

local iguanas

The massive temples of Tikal

Very tall and steep.  Don't miss a step!

Oscillated Turkey

One can spend days wandering around the ancient city of Tikal 

What is that?  Apparently a Coatlmundi

The grande plaza of Tikal

Toucan in the jungle

Lisa taking it all in.  Tikal is stunning

Palenque and Chiapas - Pictures

Howler Monkeys sound fiercer than they look

First punctured tire ever!  Amazing

Beautiful Chiapas, Mexico

Lisa climbing a Mayan temple in Palenque

They LOVE this tree

The ruins of Palenque



One of the best spots so far

Sometimes spending a few dollars to throw the bikes in a collectivo can save the day

Great camping near a jungle spring and no chance of rain

Riding in Mayan country.  Goodbye Mexico

First days in Guatemala

A 20 minute ride on a rocky, dirt path to the Immigration office, our passports were stamped and we were introduced to the Guatemalan culture. The Immigration officers consisted of 3 men standing outside a small structure. One carried an automatic rifle while the other two just kind of hung out. All three were extremely outgoing and poked fun at one another (at least that is what we gathered with our broken Spanish). Hearing that the road continued on as a rocky, dirt path for 80k, we opted for the chicken bus. Another experience we have been looking forward to.

The bus jerked around trying to avoid the enormous potholes, stopping at the roadside stands to down two or three coco frios and rapidly picked up and dropped off passengers. It was a well oiled process and all the while, cars passing, locals outside there home, all were part of a laughing and joking community.

We got off the bus just outside of Flores, an island in the middle of a lake. People we met did not have much to say about Flores, but we really enjoyed the cobble streets, cafes, views over the lake, swimming and food stands along the water. Although planning on staying for a night, each morning we woke and chose to stay another night. A day spent in Tikal was worth the 2 hour shuttle ride due to a local protest forcing us to detour.

Leaving Mexico

6:15am wake-up time and we were packed up and on the bikes by 8:15. How do we take so long? Taking the busy road for 15k, we turned off on what we thought would be a bit quieter route heading toward Frontera Corozal, the border town to catch a boat upstream and cross into Guatemala. Mexico has been very beautiful, but the traffic is a bit much. Enormous trucks constantly pass us, often releasing fumes into our faces and pebbles all around. This is something I will not miss. With the turnoff, no luck. A few more hours with the trucks and traffic before we were able to remove our helmets and enjoy a road with only a sporadic vehicle passing from either directions. We did not take as many photos as we would have liked. Books about this area have expressed the concern locals have, believing a part of the soul is removed with a photo. Because of this, we opted to take few pictures of the land and rarely photos of the people.

Knowing there were few towns, we stopped mid afternoon when we saw a hotel and restaurant sign. A young man working on a building greeted us and offered a room that was way above our budget. Another option, a free spot for our tent. Our home for the night bordered a stream that originated as a natural spring a few hundred yards away. Such beauty and we could hear the monkeys and toucans off in the distance. It turns out this property is owned and run by a family that is trying to instill a way of life that is good for the them, the community and the environment, something fairly rare in Mexico. It is a ranch that is in the process of being turned into an Ecotourism spot. They grow and raise all of the restaurant food on their property, recycle and give jobs to the locals. Hopefully their place takes off and they can continue to provide great service and opportunities to bring people from around the world.

Palenque

Ruins in the jungle, why yes, I think we will. There are many places to stay inside and outside of the park where the ruins of Palenque are located. We opted for in the park camping at Maya Bell that also offers palapas, cabanas and even a tree house with a slide as a means to get down. After a dip in the jungle stream-fed pool, we made dinner as the sun was dipping below the horizon and as the night set in, so did the fireflies. A carpet of blinking Christmas lights surrounded us as we happy ingested our Mac n Cheese with chorizo. Simply amazing. Running into our New Zealand buddies before getting to the campground, we rode to their place for a few bottles of wine over some story swapping. A great way to start our trip in Palenque.

5am the first morning in Palenque we were awoken by the sounds of the howler monkeys. These animals sound much more ferocious than their small stature would indicate. Their roar carries through the jungle and woke us each morning before sunrise. If I had not known about these monkeys prior to arrival, I would have definitely been intimidated.

San Cristobal to Palenque

San Cristobal, another great city in Mexico that sits in a valley surrounded by beautiful mountains. The city itself has a bustling zocalo, quite a few tourists but are amongst plenty of local Mayans strolling the streets with extremely heavy loads doing their best to sell their collections of scarfs, pens, jewelry, hair clips, string bracelets, etc. The massive loads these women carry are incredible. A kid secured to their back with long, non-stretchy cloth, a foot deep stack of carpets on one arm, purses dangling from the other and an occasional black plastic bag or two hanging from their fingers. When they aren't selling their goods, they are often found sitting on the benches in the center sewing beautiful and intricate pieces ranging from scarves to three year tapestry projects. The Mayan people have a very different look than what we have seen thus far. Rounder faces, flatter noses, long, straight hair for the women and very short. We feel like giants towering over most of the cities occupants. It is quite a trip to say the least.

Huatulco to San Cristobal

Leaving Huatulco, we were offered a lift in our new friends awesome 1985 Winnebago, top of the line when it was made in 1985, all 50 some odd feet of it. We could get used to travelling like this. Maybe other RV'ers might consider it old compared to their modern, shiny rigs, but in reality it is quite perfect when travelling in an area where the average wage is less than $5 a day. Plus, Russ has no fear of taking this vehicle down roads and dirt tracks that other RVs have probably never been before in his search for uninhabited beaches. Well done Russ.

Similar to our travels, Debbie and Russ go without a plan and stop when they feel like stopping. Leaving on a Tuesday morning, Russ said we could either be at our stop by 1pm or the following day depending on if we found a deserted beach. Maybe not entirely deserted, but the beach where we spent 3 nights was used primarily by local fisherman in their pangas and the occasional car of locals that stopped to enjoy the waves and beauty. The 4 of us were in heaven and spent our days walking the white sandy beaches (mounds of rocks separated several different beaches all along this section of the Pacific), playing a homemade version of Backgammon, eating, drinking, sharing stories, reading and soaking up the scenery of sun and moon rises and massive size birds. Finding a palapa that was once home to a comedor before the Japanese tsunami washed it and its tables away (why did we not ever hear of this?), we had shade and great company. Our "home" was fantastic and we even purchased fresh fish from the pangas that was absolutely delicious. One of the fish, a Sierra was a great reminder of how easy it is to make ceviche.

San Cristobal de las Casas, Chiapas - Pictures

Lovely colonial town high in a mountain valley over 7,000ft

We love the local markets for food and people watching

Crossing a suspension bridge SLOWLY

Hacienda Na-Bolom

House of the Jaguar

Bike hombre...much cooler than the single speed hipsters up north

Traditional Mayan wood, thatch and mud house

The coast of Oaxaca - Pictures

Coasting down from the Sierra Sur to the coast

Trying to cool off

Cyclist's delight: roadside coco frio and some shade

Carnival in Puerto Escondido

Just what we were looking for... a vacation from our vacation

How nature says "do not touch"

Lisa playing games

Remote beachcombing suprise.  We usually just find seashells

Moonrise from our beach camp

Lisa and Debbie playing improvised backgammon in the shade of the palapa

Buying fresh fish (sierra) from the local fisherman  Soon to be ceviche!

Miles and miles of empty beaches

Sunrise over the Pacific

Lisa testing the waters

We'll miss the Oaxacan beaches

Huatulco

Talk about a short day of riding. We rode 4k before deciding to spend the day and night in Zipolete, the town over from Puerto Agustinillo. Side note, if you happen to head to Mizunte, there is a little shop next to the cosmetics store called Pan Primera and they have amazing chocolate croissants made fresh for only 10 pesos. We took a morning walk to Zipolete for a fresh croissant and coffee stop at Arquetecta. Good coffee with an open seated area on the beach and looks out to the ocean. It was such a nice morning.

Most people we talked to about Zipolete did not have great things to say. The beach was supposedly too rough, the people too seedy and just not that nice of a town. Yes, the people were a bit rough, but friendly nonetheless. The beach was fantastic (and is a nude beach mostly consisting of old men, which cracked me up) and we spent a bit of time taking turns from reading and taking dips in the ocean. The town wasn't much to talk about, but the food looked great with plenty of little restaurants that seated people on a pedestrian only road. We actually cooked a dinner that wasn't ramen.

Heat, heat, heat into Mazunte

Today was hot, hot, hot. More humid than anything, every pore on our bodies was beading sweat. Only covering a little over 60k, relatively flat road with a few rolling hills, we still feel whooped and need to drink more water regardless of our bodies not feeling so dehydrated because we are in such a humid climate. So different fromt he desert when we have constant thirst. A short 300 foot climb followed by a quick descent, we arrived in Mazunte, the most southern point in Mexico where one can see the sun set and rise over the ocean. Hearing mixed opinions about this town, we did not know what to expect. Our first stop was a natural cosmetics store, using plants such as avocados as their main base for many of their products. I have an allergy to sunscreen and can only use one brand that I know of which comes all the way from Australia, containing 8 ingredients, 7 which are plants and the sun protector being zinc. I did not properly prepare, resulting in my sunscreen bottle running on empty. I have been mixing the sunscreen with lotion to stretch every last drop. I am so thankful to have come across this store! My allergy is so intense that putting just a bit on a part of my body causes it to go systemic and hives cover every inch of my body for three days. Ugh. What a pain. But nonetheless, I have been saved by this store and used a sample coming into town and have yet to break out. First thing tomorrow morning we will be at the store and I will purchase two bottles. Saved again!

Riding down a side street that led to the water, we saw many more people than anticipated. A circus convention is in town where they provide lessons in juggling, ball balancing, yoga, etc. I can imagine one can learn a lot at this gathering, but it was just not our scene and the prices at the restaurants and accommodations were jacked up. We do not blame them for doing so, it's a great way for them to earn extra cash. A quick stroll through town and we continued on our way to Puerto Agustinillo for a cheaper accommodation. Although we saved on our room, we were craving fresh fish, something we have not had since being in Mexico. Dinner on the beach of grilled fish, veggies, rice, chips and salsa and accompanied with cerveza. It was fantastic. We did surpass our daily budget, but oh well, we were tired and wanted something nutritious and are thankful to have had such food.

Back to our hotel, we sit outside our room as it is a good 10 degrees cooler (trying to use the fan to air the closed up room). We will read our books and head to bed early after a deliciously cold shower. Today was surprisingly exhausting.