The reputation our host had for breakfast was well deserved. Meat eggs, fruit, cereal, coffee juice and more. I parted company with the Dutch couple and headed to the ruins with Morten and Theis. On the way as predicted on our sketchy map was a beautiful waterfall hidden in the green.
We arrived at the museum containing the most precious contents of the city.
We continued into a labyrinth of paths that guided us through some of the ancient cities outer suburbs. In times of past these would be the dwellings of the â€˜normalâ€™ or poorer inhabitants of Palenque. As we climbed further into the jungle the humity was insane. The heat was average for the area; although not feeling too hot, the body responded accordingly to the humidity. Only a short time into the trip and we were all soaked heat to toe. Iâ€™m not exaggerating when I say every single piece of my clothing was dripping. Bending down resulted in a puddle on the floor!
After walking and climbing through the mind blowing ruins we guided ourselves by map once more. This time to a waterfall on the opposite site; one we could go in! After stripping to our pants we climbed up and into the waterfall. The water pounded down fierce and calm. I washed all my clothes and rung them out before heading off again.
At the bus stop the Danish guys headed for San Cristobal. With the help of a French guy I got a bus to Villamorsa. Here I changed for the night bus to Vera Cruz. Arriving at 4am I headed to a hotel next to the bus station. Earlier that day I had been listening to Roald Dalh stories revolving around a character called The Stag. Here I found myself chatting to Coryina the girl on reception at the Impala Hotel. I ended up in a room with a double and kingsize bed!