Leaving the flat plains, the mid-day Mérida to Campeche bus takes a winding road as it reaches the Puuc (“hill”) region of Yucatán. As it struggles to go up, we are enjoying a view on the never-ending forests. Looking more towards the hills, a high stone structure appears Keep traveling!
Mérida is the capital of Yucatan. It is a lively city with its busy markets, local restaurants and comedores, loud Latin music in every store, painted façades, screaming birds on the main square where locals meet at sunset to chat on a bench.
If Mérida is famous for its colorful painted façades, Keep traveling!
The early morning sunlight warms up my skin. Birds are singing as loud as they can while hiding themselves in the exotic tree tops. The earth smells humid from the night before as we walk towards a big clearing. It strikes me: Keep traveling!
The beam of my torch lights up stalactites and stalagmites. The water is so clear that it is hard to believe. A few grey fishes evolve in the darkness. Only my breathing breaks this underwater silence while Keep traveling!