As we approach one of the seven wonders of the world, we regaled with tales of a drink made in the style of the ancient Mayans. The whole bus does a shot of this suspicious liquid.
One of the tour assistants is supposedly working through their studies, and has prepared a special bottle of it for everyone to purchase, to help fund their education. Whether this is true is not as important as how cute the bottle is...
We step off the bus and into hot, 39 degree hell. But damn is the view worth it.
We circle the whole pyrimid clapping enthusiastically to produce the famous echos of the Quetzal bird, shown below.
We find arena where the famous Mayan ball games were played.
"The hip! The hip!" - The Road to El Dorado.
We exit the area right on time... and Bus-kun is gone. Gone?! Gone!!!
After running around all the busses and bumping into our Texas friends, we know that at least we are not alone. We can do this, together.
Turns out the driver just went to clean the onboard toilet. Good thing he did, because that certainly gave me the shits!
We all board and head to our next destination.
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