The Palace |
Victor, and an ancestor |
During those four hours, I’ll learn much about the Maya here in Palenque. Chiefly that everything written in the books is wrong, according to Victor. He points out all the symbols and images from other continents: a menorah from Israel, a Buddha from India, clothing from Egypt, dragons from China... and as all this was built well before Columbus, the Vikings or the Conquistadors arrived, to him it’s proof of... well, that somehow those cultures came here... including perhaps King Tut.
But first the explanation of the origin of the word Maya, which I got already in Yucatán... I believe from Luis. Or Jorge. Or Jaime. Or Ana. When the Conquistadors did arrive, they asked the natives in Spanish, “What is this place?” To which the natives replied “Majuk” (pronounced my-yook), which means “I don’t understand”. So the Spaniards dubbed both them and the place Maya.
Temple of the Inscriptions, with tomb of Pakal inside |
Throughout the visit, Victor points out things in multiples of seven, the sacred number for Palenque, just as nine was for Chichén Itzá and three for Uxmal. And to back up his pan-world views, he points out an Egyptian ankh on one facade, the rounded arches à la Taj Mahal on another building, sandals like those worn by the pharaoh Ramses... I can’t help but wonder if it’s not just the human artistic desire to create something different from the surrounding norm.
One of the Cautivos (Captives) |
The pelota court here has a refinement the others didn’t have because the others were for the priests and rulers only, but this one was for the people. Victor has me sit down on the various levels of seating, each one with different dimensions. On the top one, my back rests against the riser behind me; that’s the one for grandparents, so they can rest their weary bones. The next one down has deeper seating; no backrest here for the parents. The bottom level isn’t as high and not as deep; it’s for the short, small children. This is the Maya equivalent of those comfy seats in today’s movie theaters.
“Are you interested in more?” asks Victor. Very much so. And we head up a hill, past a young man painting small Maya designs to be sold to the tourists. Up on the rise there are four buildings facing a central plaza. Only one of them has been restored, and only partially. It’s the Temple of the Sun, its steep steps and some of the foundations cleaned off but grass covering the corners. Across from it, mostly covered by vegetation, is the Temple of the Moon which awaits the loving care of the archaeologists.
Somewhere near the start of the tour, we picked up Rita, an archaeology buff from Hungary equipped with a backpack of water delivered through an ingenious sucking tube. Her friends back home had told her about Victor, and as he’s the only grey-haired guide... She asks a few questions and he adopts her, which is fine with me. She promises to e-mail me some of her photos (which she does). As I depart after four hours, my feet tired and me hot, I leave the two of them together. She’s planning to spend four more hours there; I suspect they’ll spend them together, in the rest of the three dozen buildings excavated (out of about 1,500).
One disappointment: the site’s museum is closed today.
Ceiba tree |
A swim in the pool and it’s time for dinner. One of their specialties here is camarones - shrimp from the Gulf that Rodrigo and I passed on our trip down. That’s all I eat here, in one form or another, because I love them. Tonight’s are camarones con coco - shrimp literally breaded in fresh grated coconut. A full dozen of them, which I valiantly finish, accompanied by rice (which I leave) and two of those little bacon-wrapped veggie spear packets. Good thing I walked and sweat off some calories today!
Now it’s back to my bed, on sore legs, to read and sleep.
* For more on Pakal and his sarcophagus: http://www.highonadventure.com/hoa16jan/vicki/palenque.htm
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