The sun is rising fast and it’s getting hot quickly. When we get to the reception at 7:50 our driver is already waiting. We are accompanied by a couple from Denmark. Although already in their late fifties they seem really fit and keen on travelling. The Subaru minibus we hop in – like the ones in Indonesia – is constructed for rather small people. Loving it… well, not. So I’m trying to keep my legs in between the front seats in order to find myseld a little space. On the road we are having a peanutbutter-platano/nachos kind of breakfast. Like stern parents we get scolded by the guys looking at our “healthy” meal: “Geez, Kids… You always have to have a decent breakfast when you are travelling!”
Border zu Mexiko –
At the Guatemalan side of the border we find a shag for emigration. From the looks of the tiny house it can’t have taken more than 3-4 days to build it. A little generator spends electricity. While our passports get checked, we have some time chatting with the other guys. They’ve been to quite a few places within Guatemala and telling us about a beautiful lake they’ve visitied which was sited in a volcano-valley. Sounds interesting and we are planning on seeing more of Guatemala another time. It must be worth a whole trip. They’ve also been to San Cristobal but only managed to pass by Palenque, yet. This is where they are heading now, too. The road between Palenque and San Cristobal is supposed to be pretty rough. We decide to go anyway. Can’t be that bad, can it? Compared to the quick emigration immigration to Mexico takes forever. There is not much traffic on the pretty new road, so it seems the guards are a little bored. At least they are searching our luggage pretty thoroughly. Twice… and once again with the help of a dog. While the dog is busy with our bags the driver offers us a way of changing money at a good rate. Verena is thinking about it, but changes her mind when the guy is poining to a graveled pit at the side of the border next to the river bank. We decide sticking to the sightly worse rates. Eventually we are picked up by a slightly bigger and more comfortable van. My legs have some space at last!
Although we were supposed to be dropped off somewhere in town, the driver is so kind to take us to our hostel which is a few miles from the city down the road to the ruins. Apart from the main house that is the home of the owner, “El Colombre” consists of 5 bungalows and a nice pool. Every bungalow comes with it’s own little porch and a hammock. Devided into two big rooms our bungalow has room for 4 to 6 people. Very nice! We drop off our luggage and head straight to the pool. In the evening we take a cab to the tourist part of the town to have dinner at the “Maya”. I read at some blog that Palenque is supposed to be dangerous and that shouldn’t go there at night. This surely does not seem to be the case. I wonder if the place we are at is just some kind of “tourist ghetto”… a safe zone. * Verena has Arrachero I get a kind of cordon bleu, a local dish with a lot of chease… delicous.
*We went to get groceries outside this zone another evening though. It seemed alright.