the beach in Tulum. Its pretty nice.
The large pyramid at Chichen Itza. Jesse and I came here on our way to Tulum as the result of a last second decision. We decided it would be wise not to miss a place that was recently named one of the new Seven Wonders of the World. It was large and impressive, but we got caught in the middle of an even larger and more impressive rainstorm towards the end of our visit and had to sprint back to the car. Once we were safely inside the car, the weather immediately cleared up.
Scene from the balcony of our hostel in Campeche. A very quiet town that went to sleep very early, Campeche was as a result peaceful and quiet and a perfect location for Jesse and I to rest up after Palenque and before Chichen Itza.
The Mayan artist must have been thinking of me when he painted this picture, which now hangs in the main plaza in San Cristobal de las Casas.
The mother of all turtles crawled up to the sand right in front of where we were eating dinner at Rio Nexpa. She proceeded to lay her eggs, with took an excruciatingly long time, by the way, and I was relieved for her and for me when she finally flippered off back towards the water. The girls quickly covered up her tracks so that locals wouldnt see them and steal the eggs for food. But thayt probably wasnt enough, the restaurant owner was telling me, because even if in the off chance that the locals dont find them, some dog will likely come by and dig them up.
Mexican transport. I am sure he offered her the helmet, too. Judging by the large number of insects that splatted upon our windshield, I would be willing to bet that had she been facing us, we would see an entire colony of (dead) dragonflies.
At the waterfalls in Tapalpa. Scotty and I met up with a school group from a town outside of Oaxaca by sheer coincidence. It was great because, although they were on a field trip, they invited us to their fiesta, which involved drinking lots of beer...and tequila. Scotty made the mistake of telling them that it was my birthday the preceding week, and they FORCED me to take a ten second pull of tequila. Before I finished my pull, Scotty had a bottle thrown into his face for good measure, while their one and only chaparone cheered us on. It was the craziest school trip I have ever seen. The picture above is one of the partiers. All the girls, undoubtably noticing that Scotty and I are extremely handsome dudes, wanted to take photos with us, and this is one of, I'm not kidding you, like 25 photos that we posed in with various girls.
The Surfing Group at Zapote. From left to right: Garreth and Julia, both from Australia. Tash, also from Australia. Adventure Man Kyle, who could kill you or make you a birthday cake with two sticks and a roll of duct tape. And Glenn, Tash's boyfriend and fellow countryman. That fish on the table was caught by Kyle and was delicious.
View from Scott and Sid's roof at their apartment in Oaxaca. Both teaching English there, poor work environment and uncoordinated work schedules led them to quit their jobs early and do something different, travel around Mexico and Latin America.
El Palenque: Jesse, a guy I met at my San Cristobal hostel, and I made it to the Mayan ruins at El Palenque this morning. They were magnificent, and we spent three hours exploring all the different buildings and palaces, some overgrown by the relentless push of the Chiapan jungle.
the beach in Tulum. Its pretty nice.
The large pyramid at Chichen Itza. Jesse and I came here on our way to Tulum as the result of a last second decision. We decided it would be wise not to miss a place that was recently named one of the new Seven Wonders of the World. It was large and impressive, but we got caught in the middle of an even larger and more impressive rainstorm towards the end of our visit and had to sprint back to the car. Once we were safely inside the car, the weather immediately cleared up.
Scene from the balcony of our hostel in Campeche. A very quiet town that went to sleep very early, Campeche was as a result peaceful and quiet and a perfect location for Jesse and I to rest up after Palenque and before Chichen Itza.
The Mayan artist must have been thinking of me when he painted this picture, which now hangs in the main plaza in San Cristobal de las Casas.
The mother of all turtles crawled up to the sand right in front of where we were eating dinner at Rio Nexpa. She proceeded to lay her eggs, with took an excruciatingly long time, by the way, and I was relieved for her and for me when she finally flippered off back towards the water. The girls quickly covered up her tracks so that locals wouldnt see them and steal the eggs for food. But thayt probably wasnt enough, the restaurant owner was telling me, because even if in the off chance that the locals dont find them, some dog will likely come by and dig them up.
Mexican transport. I am sure he offered her the helmet, too. Judging by the large number of insects that splatted upon our windshield, I would be willing to bet that had she been facing us, we would see an entire colony of (dead) dragonflies.
At the waterfalls in Tapalpa. Scotty and I met up with a school group from a town outside of Oaxaca by sheer coincidence. It was great because, although they were on a field trip, they invited us to their fiesta, which involved drinking lots of beer...and tequila. Scotty made the mistake of telling them that it was my birthday the preceding week, and they FORCED me to take a ten second pull of tequila. Before I finished my pull, Scotty had a bottle thrown into his face for good measure, while their one and only chaparone cheered us on. It was the craziest school trip I have ever seen. The picture above is one of the partiers. All the girls, undoubtably noticing that Scotty and I are extremely handsome dudes, wanted to take photos with us, and this is one of, I'm not kidding you, like 25 photos that we posed in with various girls.
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