Towering one hundred thirty feet above the landscape this ancient temple dominates the area. However, the trip to this temple can be quite eventful.
Our day started as we five adventurers from the U.S., with our Maya driver and guide, boarded our Ford van for the trip to Xunantunich. As we passed through the town of San Ignacio we came to the river crossing.
Needless to say, it wasn’t what I had expected. The only way to cross the river was on a small, one vehicle ferry. As we entered the ferry I noticed that it wasn’t tied securely to the bank and it moved out towards the river as we drove on to it. It was then that I noticed that it was powered by a hand crank that was operated by the ferry boat captain. The river crossing was exciting but uneventful, having crossed to the other side we proceeded up the river bank and drove to the top of the hill and the temple.
It was quite impressive sitting on the top of the mountain, the view from the top was rather impressive, being high above the jungle we could see for miles.
The site was cleared with a small picnic shelter nearby.
It being nearly 1 PM, and we hadn’t had lunch we boarded the van for a trip into town to find the closest restaurant, as we approached the river, we noticed that there might be a problem as traffic was backed up on both sides of the river.
A pick-up truck had tried to board the ferry, but when they drove onto the boat, it started to moved, which spooked them. They did exactly the wrong thing as they applied the brakes, that action caused the ferry to move from the bank which resulted in the truck dropping off the edge of the boat, window deep into the river.
The locals were having little success trying to pull the pickup out of the water by trying a chain to a truck that was parked on the road above the river.
As this was all happening, suddenly there came the sound of two cars racing down the street towards the Saturday afternoon crowd that had gathered to watch.
As they came racing towards the 100 or so people, some of them began to scatter, however, one of the cars plowed into the crowd with bodies flying everywhere. It actually hit the chain that was attached to the pick-up truck, flipped over on top of a child. After the car had rolled over the child, he got up and ran off without a scratch.
A couple other boys weren’t so lucky as they lay silent on the road. Our tour guide stripped down to her underwear and dove into the water to help.
The next thing we knew she was helping put one of the boys onto a piece of metal roofing that was being used a a stretcher and off they weren’t to a hospital in Guatemala. No clothes and no passport.
It all turned out well as they boys survived and no one was killed. Our tour guide made it back safely wrapped in a bed sheet.
Half starved, we finally had lunch at about 5:30 PM.
The author has been a writer/ photographer for over 20 years, specializing in nature, landscapes and studying native cultures. Besides visiting most of the United States, he has traveled to such places as Egypt, the Canary Islands, much of the Caribbean. He has studied the Mayan Cultures in Central America and the Australian Aboriginal way of life.Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in many different parts of the world!
He has published several books about the various cultures he has observed.
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