Day 27: trip to Aguas Azul, Mishol Ha and Palenque (4)
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We should never have agreed to that. The German and the Italians left, while we stayed behind with the Australian couple. The roundtrip would not take more than 45 minutes under normal circumstances, but it had started to rain, and it took the driver an hour and 45 minutes to come pick us up. And then it was another 45 minutes to get to Palenque, because the twisty roads had become so slippery the driver couldn't drive any faster!
We arrived at Palenque a mere 15 minutes before closure! So only because that fucking German guy had refused to wait 15 minutes at the waterfall, we now had to miss the ruins of Palenque, which are widely regarded as one of the highlights of the entire Maya route!!
Like lunatics we ran through the site, shot some photos of beautifully restored temples in the jungle, to which the rain only contributed to the mysterious atmosphere.
We had a nice little shouting match with the German guy, who didn't deem it necessary to apologise for ruining our day. The arrogant prick, I am not a violent person, but I was about to hit him, but unfortunately Robbel and David wouldn't let me. But as I calmed down he felt it necessary to pour some more salt in the wounds by making some off-hand remark about how much he hated backpackers. This caused David to lose his cool and this time it was myself and Mehal who had to prevent David from attacking the German.
But worst of it all, the Italians, the Australians and ourselves, we would all stay travel on to our next destination after today. That German guy was living in San Cristóbal for 6 months while writing a book, so of all of us he was the only who would be able to skip the tour today (after the driver arrived late) and take the tour tomorrow, or at any other date in those six month period.
And now he had ruined the day for four people.
The driver felt really sorry for all this, as in essence he had been responsible for all of this. He had arrived late in the morning and he had agreed to drive the German guy to Palenque and leave us at Mishol-Ha. He arranged for us to get our money back for the entrance fees for Palenque, in case we wanted to stay and visit the ruins tomorrow. But we decided the ruins would not be worth spending an extra day in Palenque. We had found out the buses to Campeche, our next destination, only departed at 8 in the morning or 10 at night, so we would lose a whole day by staying.
We used the money of the Palenque entrance fees to have a sumptuous dinner together with the Australians, and drink a little more beer than we would normally do. It was very nice and in hindsight we could laugh about the whole situation. But it had been a shame nonetheless, because the chances of us ever returning here are pretty slim.
We had one stroke of luck though. It turned out the local bus company had scheduled an extra bus to Campeche, leaving at 11 PM, so we could take that one instead of the early morning bus, saving a night in a hotel.