Tuesday, July 24, 2007








None of the above images that I took all those years ago at Chichén would be possible now. I would have never suspected that at least ten thousand people would converge daily there as was the case today. People were everywhere. Rebecca goto bored as nobody is allowed to climb any of the ruins. In a few years we would make them disappear more quckly than natural erosion.

Returning in our tour bus we had a flat and the flat was repaired at a charming little town called Hoctún. A lady with red hair protested but the rest of us took the opportunity to ride the towns taxis called tricitaxis in which a driver pedalled behind us as we sat under a seat and canopy in the front. The unplanned events that always happen in Mexico can be charming as this one was.