The young guide, Carlos
Cuetzalan Travel Blog› entry 2 of 8 › view all entries
March 9th, 2007 – by: Ghostboy
Cuetzalan comes in my top 5 of most beautiful places on the earth. (those I have seen anyway) It´s a village, I think, and the nature there is won-der-ful. It´s really undescribable. We visited pyramids, a cave and a waterfall, guided by 10 years old Carlos. He guided us from one place to another, and we had the impression that he was happy with us as his "clients". In the cave I had one of these moments of inner happiness. Everything was just perfect at that time.I was amazed by the beauty of nature, while actually feeling free. It was like another prove to me that I´m part of that bigger thing, I don´t have to carry it all. We went 80 meters under the ground, but every one of them was worth it. The trip to the waterfall was a little trekking. It felt like home. Once we reached the waterfal, it was just relaxing and enjoying the beauty over there. It was one of those days you hope you will never forget. Everything was right, everything in balance, and Dina even got beaten twice in a running contest by Carlos. What more do you want? Going from Cuetzalan to Xalapa, Ghostboy had an experience of which he hopes they don´t happen to much in his life.I had to change busses in El Carmen. No problem, I just go up to the busstation and ask for my ticket to Xalapa. Perfect plan, if there would have been a busstation selling tickets to Xalapa. El Carmen seems to be a place where truckers have a quick snack, drink a beer, and that´s it. It was dark, I was walking there with my two backpacks, and no one who spoke a word of English. It´s necessary that you know that I can speak a very tiny littlelittle bit of Spanish, but understanding...that´s really something else. It was getting later and I still didn´t know how to take the bus. Some busses passed by, going to Xalapa or Veracruz, I waved to them to stop, but the drivers didn´t even look at me. I had seen it a lot here, just wave at a bus and it stops. Asking the people around what I must do went ok, but understanding there answers didn´t work. I began to get a little nervous and turning around I even hit my head against a traffic sign. Right when I thought it was hopeless, a family of streetvendors helped me out.They were so kind explaining me that the most busses went directly to Xalapa, but some were non-directs. They were waiting for that one to, so I waited with them and as sign of gratitude I bought one of their breads, which was finished before I arrived in Xalapa. I´ve got no pictures of this place because I was just to scared to take my camera out, but believe me, it had something from a movie. What will stay with me from that evening is that I really have been scared, something that didn´t happen to me for a long time. Being scared is not a nice feeling, but to me it´s a good sign. I think being scared is part of life, and I lost that part for a while. Being scared is like a signal preventing you from danger. As with so many things, it´s the way you handle it, that makes the concequenses, but there´s nothing wrong with the feeling. I´m happy it´s back, but on that evening, I didn´t think about it like that. And that was just the beginning of 24 hours of welcoming the emotion of being scared home again.
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