WE WERE CLOSING THE CIRCLE NOW. From Merida we would be traveling east in the direction of Cancun, our starting point. We weren’t ready to tie things up just yet though, so we purchased bus tickets to Tulum, eighty miles south of Cancun. We planned on getting off the bus at the halfway point for…
La Ruta Maya – Dzibilchaltun
UP TO THIS POINT in our trip my girlfriend and I had been applying for jobs online. It was an odious chore because it reminded us, in the middle of our vacation, that we had to get back to the mundane task of earning a living. But one morning in Merida the both of us received job…
La Ruta Maya – Uxmal
THE CHICKEN BUS TO MERIDA must have stopped at every shack and henhouse in northern Yucatan. It was late afternoon by the time we arrived, and the weekend market was already underway in the main plaza where our hostel was located. There was music, street food, and numerous little stalls crowding the central part of the square…
La Ruta Maya – Calakmul
FROM PALANQUE WE STARTED NORTH. Up until now we’d been traveling south and west, away from our starting point in Cancun. Now that we’d made a U-turn it started to feel like our trip was winding down. I didn’t like that idea, and maybe that’s part of the reason I didn’t like Campeche. It was…
La Ruta Maya – Palenque
IT WAS AN EIGHT-HOUR TRIP BY CHICKEN BUS across the rough roads of the Peten to get to our next destination: Palenque, Mexico. It made for a long day, but a relatively uneventful one save for two minor episodes: minor because neither of them realized their potential to become full-blown disasters. The first of these episodes occurred at…
James Perry 