Close to the famous Tikal ruins in Guatemala lie the lesser-known Mayan site of Yaxhá. Despite being only 30km as the quetzal flies from its famous neighbour, the drive is a little longer. As a result far fewer tourists make the journey to explore these amazing ruins.
The city of Antigua is a tapestry of colour. To save you from having to do very much reading, this post is simply a patchwork quilt. A collection of some of the colourful walls and fabrics found on the streets of this UNESCO world heritage centre. Pour a cuppa. Set your eyeballs to ‘relax’ and enjoy.
The crumbling, earthquake ravaged churches of Antigua are a photographer’s dream (and quite possibly a civil engineer’s nightmare). I wouldn’t go as far as calling myself a photographer, but I can categorically state I am not a civil engineer.
Biblioteca Palafoxiana is quite possibly the oldest public library in North America. It looks like something out of Harry Potter. Located in Puebla, it was only by luck that we happened to stumble across this impressive collection.
Our time in Cuba might not have been the amazing, spectacular, wonderful journey we had imagined. It didn’t all go to plan—memorable for all the wrong reasons. However, we can’t leave our tale of Cuba on a negative note though. Glad as we were to return to Mexico, there is something intangible about that crazy, beguiling, frustrating, spellbinding, infuriating enigma of a country that calls us back. We’ve already said a lot about Cuba, so here’s a blog post dedicated to the photos.
Getting out of Havana isn’t as easy as just hopping straight on a bus. First you have to find a taxi to take you out to the bus station to book a bus ticket for the following day. Or the day after if things are a bit busy… Looks like we’re spending another day in Havana.
The sun was low in the sky as we roared away from the airport in a taxi. Soon we were darting through traffic in the streets of Havana. Decrepit vehicles from a bygone era belched toxic fumes through the open windows. The roar of ancient motorcycle engines filled our ears. Everywhere we looked, images of Che Guevara gazed contemplatively back—from buildings, billboards, posters and street art. We had arrived in Cuba.
It turns out the fabled Yucatán Peninsula is mostly just a mosquito infested swamp.
Sometimes we find ourselves standing in places which really remind us what an amazing journey we are on. In these moments we stop, we take a deep breath, we look at each other and agree that we are truly fortunate to be here. That the decision to quit our jobs, sell our stuff and move into a 4Runner with a roof top tent was the best decision we have ever made.
After our time in Durango, we were craving a little outdoor time, some peace and quiet to enjoy the clear skies and solitude. Luckily, in Mexico, you are never far from a national park of some sort. The Sierra De Órganos National Park was a short drive south of Durango in the state of Zacatecas.