We arrived in this sleepy village which is touted to be the gateway to the Mayan world in the Pacific, shrouded in mystery. Among the most well-preserved archaeological sites is the sprawling complex at Palenque, dating to 100BC. Here, vividly coloured murals offer glimpses into Mayan life while great stone temples guard inscriptions that have yet to be deciphered. But this day was different. We were met with 3 gunships and soldiers and sailors with machine gun every where. We later found out that there was a big drug bust. 4 tons of “H” was sized in a submarine that was trying to bring the loot to shore in this quiet part of the Mexican coast.
We, in our innocence, simply wandered the beaches and took in the untamed and exotic surroundings. As usually we checked out the shops for local handicrafts like tin toys, wood and stone carvings or colourful textiles.
It was Sunday and the open air chapel on the beach was full of local people celebrating mass in their Sunday’s best while the tourists walked around in their tourist shorts and loud t-shirts. We sat at a table in the local tavern on the beach…drank Corona… and absorbed the atmosphere….it was a good day in Paradise.
We, in our innocence, simply wandered the beaches and took in the untamed and exotic surroundings. As usually we checked out the shops for local handicrafts like tin toys, wood and stone carvings or colourful textiles.
It was Sunday and the open air chapel on the beach was full of local people celebrating mass in their Sunday’s best while the tourists walked around in their tourist shorts and loud t-shirts. We sat at a table in the local tavern on the beach…drank Corona… and absorbed the atmosphere….it was a good day in Paradise.
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