I have always kept a record of my travels. It used to be with a pen and paper and 35 mm film. Now it’s all digital. On Flashback Fridays I reflect back on some of my past travels and travel mishaps before I started this blog.
The next few Flashback Fridays focus on Mexico, Guatemala, and other Mayan sites that I visited during my study abroad/independent study on Mayan Art and Architecture. First up: the walled city of Tulum, beautifully located right on the Caribbean coast.
Archaeology has always fascinated me. Stories of mysterious ancient civilizations and their fascinating architecture has always made me want to grab my pick and machete and go exploring. What could be more thrilling to this Archaeologist Wannabe, a lover of history & art history, than an ancient city nestled in the Mayan jungle on top of a limestone cliff, with a magnificent view of the blues and greens of the Caribbean. Ah, Tulúm! “Walled City” in Maya, it was built on a natural platform of cliffs that rise 40 feet above the Caribbean, with the north, south and west sides of the city protected by stone walls five meters high and three meters thick. It was originally called “Zama”, or “City/Place of Dawn”, and once you see the breathtaking east view of the Caribbean from there, you can certainly imagine how fitting that must be. The Spaniards, on their first trip along the shores here, wrote about this city with the highest tower they had yet seen, describing it as a colorful city compared to Seville, with many Indians calling to them. In some buildings, you can still see traces of paint. I can only imagine what it must have been like for the Spaniards!
Amongst bits of relentless jungle, there are about sixty structures within the ancient city walls; the oldest dating to 433 BC, the youngest, 1200 AD, and I wander and wonder amongst them for a bit. Tulum is such a magical place–especially if one is lucky enough to stay in the cabanas just south of the ruins. Walking along the beach you can approach Tulum just as the Spaniards did–you can also get there a few hours before the masses from Cancun descend on the site. There in its unpopulated glory Tulum shines.
The actual ruins are small compared to some of the other Mayan sites, but the beach and the scenery make up for the lack of things to do and I could easily spend weeks living in my thatched-roof cabana escaping from life and existing without a care in the world. Unfortunately, I don’t have weeks to stay here–only a few days until I head back to Cancun and back to the USA for my best friend’s wedding on Saturday.