He's an expert in anthropology and history of the Mayan culture. I never quite realised how cool the Mayan calendar, aka Chichen Itza, really is. The whole pyrimid is a solar calendar in of itself. He talks for a solid hour on the way to our first stop, and because we're sitting right up front, we get a lot of the eye contact and trivia questions. It was a bit much for us, having been up early for the initial tour group.
The first stop is to a Mayan shaman, who flicks water on us and purifies us with smoke. We have lunch here and continue on our merry way, after sidestepping the obvious push to buy volcanic rock carvings.
The next stop is the first cenote, an underground pool. Isa had a lovely time in the water, while I stayed out of this one. There'll be another on this trip.
Being the paranoid about buses as I am now, we head back to the bus with 5 mins to spare. The bus proceeds to the wait for another 15mins on other tour goers. The guides speak increasingly louder in Spanish as they count, and count again. Thirteen is the last number I hear.
I make a mad dash back down the tunnel to get our Texas friends before they're left behind.
We're all back on the bus once they and a few others arrive, and we move on to our next, unknown destination.
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