The shortest line between two points is always a straight (boring) line.
From Palenque, the next destination is San Christobal, high in the mountains of Mexico (yes Mexico has mountains, who knew?). Now, you’ve got options: get on a bus that takes you up the winding path directly to the destination, or opt for the slower route with several stops, seeing some spectacular things along the way.
Not a shocking guess which option we chose.
In this case, the spectacular things took the form of waterfalls. The first was a 150 meter tall cascade called “Misol Ha”.
However, the water was a bit… murky. We didn’t feel like diving in, and we actually didn’t have that much time there before we saddled up in the bus and continued on.
Next stop: Cascade Aqua Azul. It’s name implied that the water might be a little less murky. A little more hospitable. A little more, well, BLUE. Turns out it didn’t lie. The bus let’s you off near a ramshackle little restaurant (which, really, I’ve come to expect that most things in Mexico are ramshackle). The parking lot gives way to a larger parking lot, beyond which the first traces of water begin:
The water was shockingly cold, but the day was also blisteringly hot, so it worked out fine. Diving into the water to jolt your body into full wakefulness, then sunning yourself on a rock for a few minutes, then repeating the process proved to be an excellent way to spend an hour or so.
Eventually we had to bid farewell to Aqua Azul as well:
After which the bus dropped us on the side of the road where we would wait to get picked up by another bus. Strange how one comes to just accept on faith that you aren’t being dropped on the side of the Mexico wilderness and you’ll never see civilization again. Sure enough, the bus came along in about 10 minutes to whisk us off to San Cristobal.
And that deserves it’s own write-up. But it is worth mentioning: San Cristobal is in the hills, high enough for a large temperature drop. After weeks of complaining about the heat, I’m now sleeping with a blanket over me at night. Such luxury. I’m pretty durn happy with this turn of events, even if it means I have no beach for the moment.
Next: San Cristobal and the Sumidero Canyon (sounds like an awesome 80’s adventure flick, no?)