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Golf car, boat, Cancun, bus station, ticket, bus. It was all a bit of a blur.
We left isle muejeres hung-over and stumbled through Cancun with no particular idea of anything.. I remember thinking, ‘this isn’t England… what the fuck”
So we bought one-way tickets to palenque, high in the mountains with temples and stuff… and possibly mushrooms.
Manthos was very excited by all this. I was too, but could not stay awake. The miles passed by like hot sunsets in late summer and I slept and dreamt about my feet. Until of course we made a few unscheduled stop so as the army could come and threw some people off in a slightly scary fashion.
They had guns and everything.
I insisted on arming ourselves when we got to Palenque, before we tackled what I estimated to be a 3-4 km walk to the temples A couple of bottle’s of sol put us in the right direction.
The sun was shining bright as we trekked through forest and more forest and past abandoned buildings, with danger signs on them.
Every so often a passing truck, full of Mexican faces would pass u by at high speeds.
The bus had arrived at around 8am into palenque and we started walking within half an hour, but it was not until about 3pm when we got to the temples. I think my 3-4km prediction was way off.
Next to the temples is a place where you can rent a hammock and an open cabana, thickly smeared in fine Mexican jungle.
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