It's 8 hours by bus to Palenque, crossing from Yucatan to Chiapas. The landscape is flat, grassy and uninteresting so I find myself watching a moronic film on the bus. I'm exhausted by the time we arrive in Palenque, a non-descript little town but famous for the nearby Mayan ruins of the same name. I'm staying in a cool jungle community, according to my guidebook, called El Panchán. It's not exactly as I expected - just a series of basic cabins in untidy undergrowth with a restaurant and bar annex. I'm told it has changed a lot in the past few years and has lost much of its spiritual feel. Still, I'm here to see the ruins and I'm very excited about that.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
El Panchán, Palenque, Mexico
It's 8 hours by bus to Palenque, crossing from Yucatan to Chiapas. The landscape is flat, grassy and uninteresting so I find myself watching a moronic film on the bus. I'm exhausted by the time we arrive in Palenque, a non-descript little town but famous for the nearby Mayan ruins of the same name. I'm staying in a cool jungle community, according to my guidebook, called El Panchán. It's not exactly as I expected - just a series of basic cabins in untidy undergrowth with a restaurant and bar annex. I'm told it has changed a lot in the past few years and has lost much of its spiritual feel. Still, I'm here to see the ruins and I'm very excited about that.
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