Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Barcelรณ Maya Resort and Hurricane Rina
(Though it was rainy and a bit windy, Hurricane Rina didn't have TOO much of an affect on us, though we were certainly worried, since the path of the storm came directly through the area where we were staying.)
(Mom, Jess and Baby Gideon along the nice wide beach at the resort where we all stayed, the Barcelรณ Maya, situated about halfway between Playa Del Carmen and Tulum - about an hour and a half South of Cancun.)
(Craig, on the left, and me, noticing that it was eerily calm before the storm...Yes, we're twins. No, we've never switched places on our teachers.)
(Roger, Tegan, Jess and Gideon roaming the beach before the rains. We played a nice soccer match in the pouring rain just before the hurricane hit and locked down the hotel one evening.)
(Roger has a patented ninja kick, and Craig can never quite get it right, those his is also not bad.)
Izamal, a hint of Mรฉrida and back to Tulum
(Entering the convent at Izamal. Known as the Yellow City, this is a beautiful little village of about 15,000 people, with the center covered with yellow buildings and cobblestone streets.)
(Pope John Paul II visited back in 1993, hence the statue and the proclivity of everyone in the town to tell you all about it. The people there were very nice, and I actually stumbled upon a street party and carnival that night in honor of our of the saints from a local town. It had a live band, carnival rides, fried food stands, games for kids, etc.)
(The convent sits right in the center of town, actually built on top of an ancient Mayan temple, in a very obvious effort to promote Catholicism over the prevailing beliefs of the time.)
(The myriad arches of the convent of Izamal are quite impressive, enclosing a grassy square about the size of two football fields, fronted by the facade of the church.)
(The Yellow City. Unfortunately, I didn't have a lot of time to explore the town, but I was very impressed with what I did see.)
(A cheaper version of salbutes, with some sort of ground meat. I'm not exactly sure what it was, and it's possible that I might not want to know.)
(One of the municipal buildings in the central square of Mรฉrida. I was just back in Mรฉrida for about an hour to drop off the car and take the bus across to Tulum, heading right for Hurricane Rina that was on a path to hit that Caribbean coast the next morning. Smart.)
(I made it to Tulum, as did a lot of rain, so I mostly walked up and down the main street in between the storms and got some great food at a little house off the main road.)
(Many of the businesses were boarding up their windows for the impending hurricane. Fortunately, the hurricane was downgraded to a tropical storm just as it was making landfall, and it wasn't as bad as expected.)
Cenotes of Cuzamรก - Chelentรบn, Chacsinic-Chรฉ, and Bolonchojool
The tiny town of Cuzamรก is the gateway to three of the more impressive cenotes in the Yucatรกn. Cenotes are basically sinkholes/underground caves filled with groundwater. The area has no rivers, so all the water seeps through the limestone rocks and finds its way into these clear blue pools. This site has a tiny railroad track connecting the three cenotes, pulling you on a small cart drawn by a horse.
(We took the cart about 20 minutes down the tracks to the first cenote. At each stop, the driver gives you about a half hour to go swimming and take in the beautiful serenity.)
(The entrance to the first cenote - Chelentรบn. This one is partially open to the surface, with a set of steep stairs heading down into the water.)
(Apart from my first five minutes with two other Americans, I had the place again to myself, a recurring theme for this trip. I swam around in the stunning blue water, though I did manage to scare myself a bit when thinking about what prehistoric creatures could be lurking in a remote place like this.)
(The entrance to this darker cenote was a little tight, just wide enough to climb down the long, narrow ladder with my backpack brushing the rock wall as I made my way in to Bolonchojool.)
(One of the Spanish tourists hanging out in beautiful Bolonchojool. Two small openings in the top of the cave let in just a bit of light on the blue water. Later, I swam out to the middle of this and was able to barely reach the hanging roots coming all the way down from the ceiling about 100 feet above.)
(Once the other swimmers left, the water was still, and the place was even more amazing. I had been to this set of three cenotes back in 2007, though I decided to do a bit more swimming this time, which is impressive to anyone who knows my attitude towards swimming.)
(Another very steep set of stairs requiring you to pass under a rock entrance only about 4.5 feet high leads you down to Chacsinic-Chรฉ.)
(Here you can see the stairs leading out of Chacsinic-Chรฉ. If you look very closely, you can see a platform near the bottom right of the picture that is a diving platform into the pristine water below. I actually made two jumps off here, though it turned out to be a lot higher than I thought upon first inspection.)
(Again, roots from the trees on the surface come down all the way to the water level, eventually turning into stalactites as they calcify.)
(This was probably the deepest of the cenotes. The clear blue water seems to go down forever, and a lot of the cenotes in the area are actually connected, allowing scuba divers to connect between a few of them.)
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