May 12, 2003
A Yucatan Vacation Alphabet

Australians -- the crazy people on the snorkeling boat who go off on their own and give Jorge the guide fits
Bebidas --mostly agua mineral con gas, por favor
Chichen Itza -- contains the most beautiful carvings of jaguars eating human hearts that you will ever see
Dengue es Mortal! -- slogan on a sign in a village south of Coba, urging residents to eradicate mosquitoes
East Wind -- blowing off the ocean at Tulum, straight through every crack and crevice of the cabana
Farmacia -- Hay Tylenol?
Gran Cenote -- looking down through your mask, past the fish, rock formations rise from blackness in the crystalline water. Bats wheel and squeak just above your head.
Hola -- a good start, but can fool one into forgetting one's vocabularic limitations
Iguana -- Hey, that rock just moved.
Jugo de Naranja -- the unsafe breakfast temptation
Kukulkan, Pyramid of -- what you force yourself to climb at Chichen Itza, after having shamefully wussed out 2/3 of the way up Nohuch Mul at Coba (vertigo)
Legumes -- with breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Mayan Healing Ceremony -- offered for an unspecified sum by the management of the cabaņas
Nohuch Mul -- the great pyramid at Coba, a god-child's abandoned project in the jungle, which you climb MOST of the way up
Obedezca las seņales -- signs every few kilometers along Hwy 307
Palapa -- the palm-leaf thatching that's usually overhead
Quintana Roo -- the name of the state on the Yucatan's Carribbean coast, which sounds like a character in the first draft of The House at Pooh Corner
Reef -- where you go to bother the fish while they mind their own business, hovering over them with your horrible Darth-Vader snorkel breathing
Stench -- produced by the mastiff owned by cabaņa management. He likes to roll, we think, in cosas which are muertos
T-shirt -- how can they all be filthy if it's only Monday?
Unwell -- the general state of one's stomach
Villadolid -- avoiding the toll road coming back from Chichen Itza takes you through here. You'll get lost, but it's interesting.
Water -- what you can't believe you are actually running out of, again
Xel Ha -- massive water park, tourist-bus magnet, and surprisingly fun
Zama -- "Dawn," the original name of the Mayan settlement at Tulum (which means "The Wall"), and very appropriate

Pictures to come.

Posted by BT at May 12, 2003 11:32 PM
Comments

Welcome Back!

Posted by: art on May 13, 2003 02:54 AM

Art, methinks he is still out there . . . somewhere . . . scaring los pescados.

Posted by: hackly_fracture on May 13, 2003 11:14 AM

It's only los pescados de los libros that now have to fear from the likes of me.

(I have no earthly idea what that means, but somehow it sounds good).

Posted by: BT on May 13, 2003 11:18 AM

Ah, yes, the legendary Aztec "Fish of the Books" used in ancient cacao rituals. In order to please the gods, the pages had to smell of haddock.
Reminds me of a brain teaser college motto on the seal of St. John's in Annapolis:
Facio Liberos ex Liberis Libris Libraque
(I make free men out of boys by means of books and a balance.)

By the way, I'm compiling subpoenas for the Missing Friday Quiz investigation.

Posted by: Jonathan on May 13, 2003 02:20 PM

Yanqui -- Yanqui regreso a casa, pero antes, gasto todo su dinero.

Posted by: Scott on May 13, 2003 03:11 PM

And might I say, as an Australian, that I am not surprised about the defiantly anti-authoritarian stance taken towards poor Jorge. I guess he hadn't been warned?

Posted by: Garthmeister J. on May 14, 2003 02:36 AM

¡Muy bien, señor BT! Me gustan mucho leer las historias de viajes.

Posted by: Rory on May 14, 2003 06:55 AM

(Gusta, no gustan. Ratas.)

Posted by: Rory on May 14, 2003 06:57 AM

pescados de los libros - tasty con pain de liberte?

Posted by: bootsy on May 14, 2003 08:40 AM

Good sense of humor! - and accurate. I went to all the above-mentioned places in November that same year. Yucatan is a great destination, and we're lovin' it to death. Regards,

Posted by: John G. Beriault on March 23, 2005 07:10 PM