Traveling to Chichen Itza

After entirely too much discussion, it was finally decided that just Matt and I would be "roughing it" by not taking the guided tour from our resort to Chichen Itza. There were some delays and a couple of moments of anxiety for me when we got stopped at the Merida/Quintana Roo border and checked for identification. Matt showed his driver's license and that was apparently enough for both of us. Phew! I guess I don't look Mexican after all. *grin* We ended up in a little town called "Piste", which is roughly 1.5 km west of Chichen Itza - we hope to walk it in about 30 minutes tomorrow morning.

We're renting a room at a little hotel for just $15.00 for the 2 of us. The cutest little old man showed us our room. It's clean and simple, we have our own bathroom and we even have a ceiling fan that spins entirely too fast, threatening to come loose and embed itself in the wall sometime during the night. Great, huh? :-) Unfortunately no wake up call, but maybe my internal alarm clock will be sufficient.

Oh, 2 tips before I retire for the night:

1. The bus ride from Cancun was 5 hours, not the 2.5 to 3 hours advertised, because we ended up taking somewhat of a commuter bus that of course stopped everywhere. And,
2. Do not sit in the last row of the bus. The engine seems to be right underneath: you almost literally get baked, and you can smell the exhaust fumes. The bus was air-conditioned, but I was starting to feel dizzy from the fumes and although my head wasn't too warm, my legs were sweating. It was a really strange experience, and not one that I would recommend to others.

Here's hoping my internal alarm clock will wake me up in the morning! Tune in tomorrow for the further adventures of danger girl and boober boy. *Grin*