After Bonampak, we back tracked to Frontera Corozal where we discovered that there really was nothing to do in the town. While making some food at our tent, there was a crash from a near-by tree. Upon further investigation, we discovered that a baby howler monkey had fallen from the tree and in its rush to climb back up to its mother, picked the wrong tree and was now stuck at the top of a small sapling with no where else to climb. Eventually the mother was able to rescue the baby, but it was a good chance to see howlers much closer than usual.





Decermber 30st: The plan for the 30th was to go to a set of ruins called Yaxchilan, only reachable by boats that leave from Frontera Corozal. However, Kurt woke up with a stabbing pain in his side. After borrowing a phone to call the PC doctor (the only landline was locked in a drawer til 7am and being across the river from Guatemala, there was only Guatemalan cell phone coverage), it was decided that a trip to a hospital or doctor was necessary, and the sooner the better. Problem, like the atms, the nearest doctor is 3 hours away in Palenque. We found a taxi driver willing to take us (and he took us for an arm and a leg) and as we got in the cab he wanted to know if we had papers or if there were going to be issues at the checkpoints (there are 3 between Frontera and Palenque). Once we bought gas out of a plastic bottle and had it siphoned into the taxi, we were on our way to Palenque for the 2nd unscheduled trip. Luckily the driver realized the urgency of the situation with Kurt writhing in pain in the back seat and we made it speedily to a doctor. Diagnosis: kidney infection. After some pain pills and the start of several antibiotics, we were climbing pyramids at Palenque that afternoon.So we basically swapped one set of ruins for another. We first set up camp at a place called El Panchan, an area close to the ruins that is crawling with backpackers. It’s kinda a cool place though that is set in the woods and has areas for cabins as well as camping or hammocks and a good Italian (of all things) restaurant, all in palapa style.
So then we had to find a boat. Normally, most people come down on organized tours so they don’t have to worry about filling a boat, however we were just 2, and our prospects were not looking good for finding other stragglers trying to go on their own. With a bit of bargaining though we were able to take the chicken bus version of a boat to the ruins for a good price. While everyone else left from the main dock, ours was parked down a steep embankment without stairs. Other boats had little palapa covers for shade and life vests, ours did not, but was at least painted in
The normal boats......

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