Palenque 1

We arrived on bus after 3 hours. It was a fine ride but I forgot my towelllllll!!!!!!! That fine fabric that sucks every bit of moisture on your bod! After sobbing about my towel, and writing a melody about losing it on my ukulele we decided it was time to catch the $4 taxi to a little hostel village called El Penchan; two dinky restaurants and 4 or 5 different screened in Cabañas. The nights were spent working on self confidence while all the little women of the area make fine jewelery, have curls that would make a mermaid jealous and bodies straight from a place somewhere between runway models and cliff divers. Still paste white and littered with bug bites, we stayed in our room listening, evesdropping, and conversing with other dorm-mates. The peculiar thing about the dorm set-up was that each set of people had their own room with beds, but the ceiling was a shared screen to keep out the bugs but not the drunkened conversations in French and Australian. It was like something I could imagine a minute prison experience to be. No faces, just sounds. I think the Frenchies were on mind altering drugs, because they kept repeating the same fraise. "Do you have cookies?"

Non the less, dorm city was 4 kilometers from from Palenque and Palenque was MAGNIFICENT! The pictures do not serve this place justice, but I tried. Eat them up!

This is a view from another pyramid. In this shot you see the palace. In the interior there is a court where they received guests and prisoners. I jumped down into the court and I hope that I was received more as a guest than anything else...

I am holding this place together. I'm not sure what shape it in at this moment, now that I left it behind.

This is bellow the palace. Complete with the echo of dripping moisture, this was a place of secret passage ways and tombs.