Into the mouth of the serpent. Part 1.

After a somewhat snap decision to leave Belize, we found ourselves back in Mexico sooner than we had planned.

First stop, the same campground we had stayed in prior to visiting Belize.

It had been pretty windy on our first visit:

_{Ben enjoys a morning coffee stationed at the cannon overlooking the windy Caribbean.}

And it was still windy the second time we dropped by.

But it was hard to beat the ocean views and palm trees—not to mention the pool and on-site bar. You can see why we came back.

_{This really is a very nice campground in Chetumal.}

One morning we were sitting outside eating a tasty brunch in our completely impractical camping chairs. When we heard the sound of a brass band. Wondering if we should duck out to the street to see what was happening, it quickly became apparent that we didn’t need to move.

A parade rounded the corner into the campground entrance. Musicians, dancers and participants promptly wandered directly in front of our tent, down to the water’s edge.

It wasn’t the first time that a brass band had made sure we were awake in the morning. But at least this alarm clock was set for a reasonable hour.

The parade, a local religious festival, is apparently an annual event that passes through this campground on the way to the harbour where the participants continue the celebrations afloat on the Caribbean.

No matter how delightful a campground is, when the temperature is up in the 40’s with high humidity, it doesn’t take long to start to crave the cool air of the mountains.

We had plans to head for Oaxaca, but wanted to stop and check out some ruins on the way. You would have thought we had seen enough Mayan ruins WHILE WE WERE IN BELIZE, but clearly this was not the case.

We had seen enough that we weren’t planning on any major detours to visit ruins. Well, except Palenque, but those were some rather famous ruins.

However Xpuhil, Becan and Chicanná were just of the main road. None of these sites would make most ‘top 5 lists’ of must see ruins in Mexico, but each were interesting in their own way.

The simple fact that these ruin sites weren’t the most spectacular things we’d seen on our travels really helped to remind us that we really are lucky buggers to be able to do a trip like this in the first place. We have nothing like this in New Zealand (We have a lot of cool stuff there, don’t get me wrong).

However, being able to see huge stone temples and palaces dating back over 1000 years to an ancient civilisation who’s descendants are still living in the same area, still continuing traditions that hark back to this glorious past is an experience that is hard to beat. New Zealand has history, just not dating back quite as far. Also, we just don’t have cool old stone ruins. Unless you count our crumbling Cathedral in Christchurch. But it isn’t really that old. Nor arguably that cool.

These particular ruins are in the Rio Bec style of architecture, unique to this region, which just basically means that the temples have really tall, pointy towers at each end of a long building.

Like this:

_{I guess that they had to give this style a name}

The towers at either end aren’t really buildings you are meant to enter, they’re just for show.

But that doesn’t mean that the archaeologists haven’t tunnelled their way up to the top, so we couldn’t resist climbing up one of these towers at Xpuhil

But that was about all there was to see at these ruins, so we moved on to the next stop. Well after stopping for our favourite roadside beverage. Doesn’t fit in the cup holder though.