Ruined: My early-adulthood having been forged in anthropological texts and historical minutea, I know my brain is wired such that I can't get too much history when I'm traveling. Its usually one of my foremost goals and what I spend most of my time searching out. But, yesterday I learned that while I can't get too much history, I can get too much history in too short of a time. After the third straight day of Mayan ruins, seeing yet another gorgeous relic of a (yet another) lost civilization, poking out of (yet another) jungle canopy, with (yet another) perfect example of the Puuc architecutal flourishes, blah, blah blaagh. I headed in early and spent the rest of the day drinking beer and watching dubbed reruns of Me Llamo Earl. Best afternoon of this trip so far.
You go, neocolonialist!: Ticul is like a million other tiny Central American towns: ginormous and ancient church that towers over everything else in the city, big plaza, bustling and stinky market, and squat cement buildings spreading around in every direction. But in Ticul, a twist: rickshaws! All over the place: some motorized, most not. For reason's I'd probably be embarraseed to deconstruct, I'm really getting a kick out of riding around on these things