Thursday, August 29, 2019
Mexico: Day Three - On to Chichén Itzá, Part 2
It’s strange not knowing what time it is. There’s no clock or phone in my room, and it’s a long walk to the front-desk building just to find out. But I guess that’s what a real vacation is like. Still, some things are time-dependent. For instance the sound-and-light show tonight. I still have time for a swim and a shower - and laundry in the sink - before the evening. And I’m not hungry, so...
The driver comes for me at 6:30. (There’s a private direct entrance to the ruins from the days when the hotel owner owned the entire monument, but it closes at 4.) I kiddingly ask if he wants to drive me to Uxmal on Friday and he says yes. (Later he says it will be his relative, Netto.) He drops me off at the entrance of the ruins and will be back to pick me up when the show’s over.
The show costs 510 pesos ($27) and there are audioguides for the walk-around before the show, but I don’t take one because you have to leave ID and I am not leaving my passport! Besides, I’ll see all this tomorrow morning, complete with the guide’s explanations, so it doesn’t matter. I enjoy just seeing the buildings lit up and sometimes I can hear someone else’s audioguide, in English or Spanish. We all roam around the main pyramid, some sides of which seem not to have been restored. And on one side the wind whips up and I hear a sort of lamentation from the stones. It’s very gripping in the dark. (My guide next day says not everyone hears it, and the spirits were talking to me.)
Fate can often be kind. It’s not a week-end, so there are still tickets available... and one seat free in the front row when I arrive. The young man on my left is from Portugal and doing a grand tour of pyramids, like me, but in reverse. He tells me about Uxmal - my next stop - and I tell him about Tulum. I never ask his name, but he says he’ll send me some photos of this amazing show (although too loud by far). With the pyramid/temple as a backdrop, we’re told the story of Kukulkan the flying snake god, the Maya version of Quetzalcoatl, the Nahuatl feathered serpent deity. It’s in Spanish, but I get almost all of it. I don’t understand how they do the 3-D touches, or how an image can appear flat when projected on a very 3-D building of steps, but who cares. The colors pop, the explosions scintillate. It’s a feast for the eyes.
My driver, Josué is just pulling up as I come down the steps. Perfect timing. A short ride home for 160 pesos (about $8), a short talk with the man at the desk, a short walk under the sliver of moon to my Mayan bungalow, and it’s time for bed. 4:30 will come very early.
Sunday, August 25, 2019
Mexico: Day Three - On to Chichén Itzá
In spite of traveling alone, the concierge has convinced me it’s safe to take the bus to Chichén Itzá. It’s a direct route - no need to change buses - and a lot cheaper: only 25 pesos for Adrian, the taxi driver, to take me to the bus station, and then just 380 pesos for the ticket. That’s about $23 U.S. in all.
The bus station is laid out like any bus station elsewhere, but it’s hotter and there aren’t any bums. One surprising detail is the Subway shop in the waiting area. Cancun is decidedly American territory for businesses. The wait in the ticket line is long - because I’m afraid to miss the bus and there’s only one a day. When you buy your ticket, you pick your seat, and I’m lucky that one front seat is free so I’ll be able to see out the huge front window as we drive along.
When our bus arrives, it’s a fancy new Mercedes, equipped with a movie screen above the front windshield. The movie today? “Penguins of Madagascar” in Spanish, followed by episodes of “How I Met Your Mother”. I watch off and on because most of the road is straight as an arrow through trees waiting hopefully for the rainy season to begin. The only people we pass are a crew cleaning up litter, two separate bikers and one man crossing the highway pushing his bike, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. I learn a new phrase in Spanish to go with topes: maneje con precaución - drive carefully.
The bus is full of young people studying lessons as we travel; they all get off in Valladolid, probably for special regional schools. After that, we’re only a handful of tourists passing through small, rather rundown towns with police booths at either city limit, and strange names: Cuncunel, Kaua, Ycakacoiop. How are you supposed to pronounce those?!
My room, at least the section on the left |
The two and a half hour trip (cab + bus + cab + hotel golfcart) deposits me at The Lodge, a fancy hotel with bungalows and much greenery. Photos on the walls boast of illustrious past guests: Pavarotti, Elton John, Jackie O, Grace Kelly, etc. etc. And there’s even a resident pavo real (peacock) named Pancho, whose wife died two years ago, as did his five children, so he cuts a lonely figure.
The entire ruins of Chichén Itzá were private property for 500 years, the owners of The Lodge, and it was only in 2010 that the Yucatán government bought all 200 acres from the Barbachano family for $17.6 million. I see old photos of cars driving around the pyramid and among the ruins in the 20's and 30's; before that the hacienda grazed its cattle there. It’s mind-boggling. But you must remember that, in a past life, Chichén Itzá was the first capital of Yucatán, and a very busy place, even before the archaeologists and tourists arrived. Now the ruins have been voted one of the Seven Wonders of the Modern World.
The day is a bit cloudy. It rained heavily here overnight (but just a bit in Cancun). I settle in, passing on the National Geographic magazine I’ve finished to the front desk staff. (I’ll see them thumbing through it later.) My room isn’t ready yet - it’s only noon, so I take refuge in the bar, where the bartender teaches me how to say “thank you” in Maya: Yom bo’otik (pronounced you’m beau teak). Another employee on the lunch patio teaches me “you’re welcome”: Mish bah. All this digested with a good lunch of Maya fried things with veggies & chicken plus a glass of French wine. And then a short but well-needed nap.
Caracol: ancient Mayan observatory, seen from the hotel entrance |
Wednesday, August 21, 2019
Mexico - Day Two - Tulum & the ocean (part 2)
The second section takes over at 600 to 850 A.D. and includes a small statue of a Kelha noblewoman that looks surprisingly Chinese. (Remember: the most common name in Yucatán is... Chan!) There’s also a large stone stela from the island of Cozumel, and more jewelry from the Dzibanché near the Belize border. The artifacts are accompanied by two videos, one on Tulum, and a photo exhibit about the War of Castes when the Maya rose up against their subjugation by Mexicans descended from Europeans.
One amazing display was the skeleton of La Mujer de las Palmas (The Woman of the Palms), still wearing her jade and malachite jewelry. She is thought to have lived in Yucatán 10,000-12,000 years ago and was found in the Las Palmas cenote near Tulum, probably offered up to assuage the gods.
Around the museum winds the San Miguelito archaeological site with small pyramids and several buildings, one for Chaac, the rain god. And a huge tree whose roots stretch out like fingers only half underground. It’s a world apart - in many ways - from the strip of hotels on either side.
It’s time for me to catch a taxi back to the hotel. Tomorrow I’m off to the next site: Chichén Itzá.
After a swim in the ocean, and a shower now that the water’s back on, I change and go back down to the oceanside bar for a mojito from the bartender, Jorge. Cuba comes up in the conversation and I tell him about the bartender René in Cienfuegos who taught me that a Cuba Libre without rum is called a Habana Libre (that's Spanish for free Havana, the capital). He likes the story so much that he says “Let me do something for you” and gives me a mojito refill... the best mojito of the entire trip!
After a conversation with an Air Canada crew from Calgary, where it’s far below freezing, I have a quick bite on the terrace while the sky slowly clouds over for a second night. Then it’s off to bed.
Sunday, August 11, 2019
Mexico - Day Two - Tulum & the ocean
Tulum |
First wake-up in Mexico. The water’s back on, which is a plus, but there’ll be no breakfast (offered free for the inconvenience) for Sandy because the tour will pick me up downstairs at 7.
We head north to collect other tourists along The Strip that is Cancun-by-the-Sea (my name). Although I’ve never been there, I imagine this is a bit like Miami Beach as compared to Miami proper, hotel after hotel built on what was once a narrow, sandy shoal 14 miles long (22 km) between lagoon and ocean. Our guide is Ana, our driver, Ernesto. After all are collected, we head down the main drag south toward Tulum.
Along this road we see evidence of the war against the drug culture that invaded Cancun after the arrival of the tourists. The policía militár are stopping cars, searching for drugs. (Along the way, I will see the policía federál and the policía municipál as well.) Throughout my travels here, I’m told that Cancun is about the only place drugs are such a problem. Cancun, in Maya, means “serpent’s nest”, which I guess is fitting then. As a tourist destination, it’s only 49 years old really, growing from a mere 200 people then to 1.5 million now. That’s enough to turn any town into a serpent’s nest!
Along the road there are also topes, something I will experience a lot of in Mexico, rural or urban. Topes are speed bumps used to slow traffic without all the infrastructure needed for stoplights. The word makes me laugh because a tope looks like the raised furrow made by moles in my lawn back home, or as the French call them taupes. Ah, the joys of being multilingual!
We make a pit stop, to use the facilities, which is where signs tell me not to put the toilet paper in the toilet but rather in a wastebasket conveniently located next to the john (called an inodoro here, because it flushes away odorous matter, I guess). That was also the case in Cuba as well... and maybe in Peru and Jordan (I don’t remember). The sanitation system here isn’t built to handle toilet paper. As a Yankee, it’s something you have to get used to.
On either side of the road I see signs of American economic colonialism: Sam’s Club, Office Depot, even Krispi Kreme. There are also Circle K gas stations (a Canadian company) and some of them have little goodies shops attached with signs announcing them to be Ty-Coz... which is a term from France’s Brittany region. (Ty in Breton means house and coz means old.) Could some Breton sailor have landed in Cancun and decided never to leave, seduced by some Yucatán siren?
Houses are either painted in neon pastel colors (if that’s not an oxymoron) or, when neglected, show black mold stigmata running down their walls. All are small, but with weather like this, you’re probably outdoors anyway much of the time. Graffiti is a problem here, as it is everywhere, and one tagger has chosen the unflattering moniker SUSYOS. Again, multilingualism comes in handy because sucio in Spanish means dirty... which is appropriate for what graffiti does to buildings. But I’m sure there’s more to that moniker.
Tulum on the Gulf |
Before we reach Tulum, Ana gives us a bit of background. The Yucatán Peninsula is a place of great variety, with 68 different ethnic groups in Mexico. (Or was it in Yucatán alone?) The Maya are but one of them.
I chose to visit Tulum because it’s the only Mayan vestige on the ocean, at least in the Yucatán. It served as the port and trading post for Coba and other Mayan cities farther inland. Its name means “stone fence”, but its old Maya name was Zama, which means “sunrise”. An appropriate name, as it faces east, out over the vastness of the Caribbean Sea, with the nearest landfall being Cuba far beyond the horizon.
Honeybee god |
In addition to the use of honey to make stucco, the Maya invented many things during the Splendor Period, Ana proudly tells us (and I’m assuming she’s at least part Maya herself, judging from her facial features). The Maya were astronomers, mathematicians, agronomists, philosophers, artists, architects, sculptors and warriors... a rich, complex society. They were the first to cultivate chocolate, chili peppers, vanilla, papayas and pineapples. They built causeways to connect cities. They developed highly accurate calendars. Their artists carved amazing jade masks and wove colorful textiles. They invented the zero, and devised a binary system like the one used in today’s computers. They also had the only writing in America. All this while Europe remained in the Dark Ages.
But Tulum was already abandoned when the Conquistadors arrived. I can just imagine what they wondered when they saw the buildings, probably not yet ruins, from the sea. The town remained “lost” from 1550 until 1841.
Veladores |
And then there are the buildings themselves, with their sculptures. On several are depictions of the jaguar, the god of the underworld here. There’s also Ixchel, or Lady Rainbow, the goddess of love according to Ana, but also known for childbirth and by extension for medicine in general... but what an off-putting old woman face she has for a goddess of love! And then there’s the honeybee god, very important because there was no sugar cane in the Yucatán and the only sweetener the Mayas had was honey.
Ana sets us loose to poke around as we want. Her warning to us is adorable: “Always take your values with you.” Meaning “valuables”, but I like her version better. I poke all around the ruins, and especially near the coast, and catch a glimpse of fishing boats off the coast and a family of bathers almost hidden directly below the cliffs.
On the way back to meet up with the others, I watch the velador dancers. Those are four men, one for each season, who climb up a tall pole with nothing to keep them from falling. Once up there, they attach themselves by the ankles to ropes and then launch themselves into the void, circling down slowly to the ground, as if they were flying (which accounts for the name). It’s quite spectacular. After that, it’s lunch on our own and then back to Cancun.
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