Palenque-Its all Sweat and Blood
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This is it. This is Palenque; the ancient seat of the Mayan civilisation in South Mexico. It is as wondrous as it is mysterious. A stone city built at the time of the Roman Empire but without the wheel, without the donkey and without metal tools. Today, nature is doing its best to reclaim it with creepers and tropical vine groves dislodging stones at the pace of a snail. But the beauty is as obvious as the jungle that surrounds the ruins. And it is a ruin, no mistake. But it does not detract from the visible skill and craftsmanship that is evident around the site. In fact it could be argued that nature has managed to preserve this monument by surrounding it and reducing its accessibility. This is far better preserved than most Roman and Greek architecture. Tourism is relatively new here and maybe that is the key. So many sites around the world become less accessible due to their popularity (Rome's Roman architecture, Stonehenge). By contrast there is little control around this site and people can wander at will. But you do this at your own risk. There are some areas that are quite dangerous with crumbling steps and loose rocks. Deaths have been known here from tumbling tourists and falling masonry but the sense of freedom reminds me of the last solstice I went to at Stonehenge back in the 80’s (possibly 84) where you could wander amongst the stones and just 'be’.
The weather, as in many parts we have visited is oppressive with its humidity and heat. It is suffocating here. I feel I could breathe better under water. This really is as stifling as the devil’s own armpit (unshaven). You simple cannot consume enough water to maintain hydration. Each movement brings forth a fresh torrent of fluid along with valuable salts and minerals and a humongous expenditure of energy. My reserves of fluid, salt, energy, will power and my legendary patience and calmness is wilting rapidly. As each mosquito bites my anger wells in floods; my mutterings are getting louder and coarser. I’ve even challenged one of the little bastards to a boxing match (Queensbury Rules) but the little wimp just buzzed off laughing as it went. The side benefit is that my frenetic nature dissuades other tourist to spend time around me so they traipse off somewhere else rapidly taking some of the nasty little mossies with them; if it wasn’t for the hat I wear I would think I had heat stroke. Let’s hope I can avert any further strange behaviour otherwise the Mexican authorities may call for medical backup. The Cubans export their moustachioed Doctors here too - scary. Just glugged a litre of water in haste. Let’s see if that helps to avoid any further unsympathetic medical care.
Julie tells me that that when she visited in July last year the humidity and heat were far worse than we were experiencing on this visit. Fortunately, according to the guides, our visit coincided with an unseasonably mild weather; hah, that’s a joke. I can’t imagine it being much worse. However, the crowds were not arriving in their droves so we shared the site with only a few visitors rather than hordes of tourists - far less taxing!. Palenque is a site of recent discovery and is also regarded as the best in its historical importance. The most fascinating aspect of this site is that they have only recovered about 7% of the entire site. I think if you were an archaeologist/Anthropologist you must be creaming your pants at the prospect of the discoveries here. But the funding is poor and little chance of any major restoration in the near future. Instead the rest of the site remains as part of the greenery inhabited by Howler Monkeys and various other animal life best left in the jungle.
Palenque was at its height of power in the 600-800 AD era. It is in the middle of the Jungle in the Chiapas region of southern Mexico. And I mean the middle! Everywhere you look it is just lush green jungle so tightly packed together that wandering from any of the fringe paths may render the helpless tourist…well, quite helpless really! In fact the only way to stray off the path is with a machete as the greenery is very tightly packed. The parts that have been recovered show the palace and the burial ground of the most influential King that this Mayan city produced, some fella called Pacal The Great. As with most big wigs his ego far outshone any preceding ruler. He built another pyramid nearby to house his body for his journey to the afterlife. His influence, in life, on the surrounding cultures near and far has been etched into the palace walls as epitaphs, finely chiselled images of defeated Kings and leaders in supplication bent forward on their knees with their heads bowed. I have been able to stand at the top of the steps of pyramids and palaces in areas of the city only the top echelons of this society would tread in its heyday and you get some inkling of the power these lords and kings wielded. It is an awesome place.
As with any of the ancient sites that are available to visit here in the Americas the buildings were built by hand with stone from the foundations to the tip of the roof. And get this, the vast majority were built in geometric shapes in accordance with astrology still relevant to today, solar eclipse and all. They have measured and dissected the available site with lasers and mathematical equations and the accuracy of the buildings with their astronomical alignment is exemplary. In England, at the time of the Mayans power we were still running around in leather loin cloths, having abandoned the benefits of roman influence, ploughing fields with the arse bone of a giraffe (thank you Shirley Valentine). Mind you mud huts were a little more practical than pyramids and very environmentally friendly which I'm sure will please Jeremy clarkson.
We did manage to hear a troupe of Howler Monkeys although we did not see them around the site. Bloody hell, their noisy gits; think I’ll stick with the cockerel in the mornings.
The Howler Monkey on Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7ze9rArZyk&feature=related
The tomb of the King Pacal The Great is still in place at the base of a pyramid, though no public are allowed down there. In order to preserve it they have produced a model of the stone sarcophagus where you can get an idea of the sheer size of it (see the photo). They are a very similar design to the Egyptian tombs for the pharaohs. The authorities actually cannot remove the sarcophagus as the building has been built around it although all artefacts and bones have been stored elsewhere. Aside from all the science that the Mayans managed to abide by they were as ruthless toward their enemies as they were scared of anything they did not understand as seen with any other ruling race in history. The stories of human sacrifice are very true with constant battles with neighbouring clans, beheading captives and ripping their hearts out – all in a day’s work. No immigration problems in the Mayans heyday that’s for sure. Thankfully they don't ask for your head or heart at the boarder crossing anymore.
We’re off to Tikal in Guatamala in about four weeks. It, apparently, makes this place look like Disneyland.
The big question, of course, is whether Hollywood is right when they say the world will end in December of this year (see 2012 movie). One source at the site stated that Mayans were great ones for celebrations and parties and planning was a big part of their lives. Activities were planned around the stars and movements of the planets. They created sufficient time in their calendar to last many generations which they thought would keep them going for a while. They did not see the purpose of extending their calendar beyond December 2012 because they thought that a few thousand years was sufficient time to organise a diary even for the most avid party planner. And those Mayans did like to party. Anyway can you imagine how much a 1000 year Filofax diary would weigh? It’s no surprise they didn’t bother to extend it.
The weather, as in many parts we have visited is oppressive with its humidity and heat. It is suffocating here. I feel I could breathe better under water. This really is as stifling as the devil’s own armpit (unshaven). You simple cannot consume enough water to maintain hydration. Each movement brings forth a fresh torrent of fluid along with valuable salts and minerals and a humongous expenditure of energy. My reserves of fluid, salt, energy, will power and my legendary patience and calmness is wilting rapidly. As each mosquito bites my anger wells in floods; my mutterings are getting louder and coarser. I’ve even challenged one of the little bastards to a boxing match (Queensbury Rules) but the little wimp just buzzed off laughing as it went. The side benefit is that my frenetic nature dissuades other tourist to spend time around me so they traipse off somewhere else rapidly taking some of the nasty little mossies with them; if it wasn’t for the hat I wear I would think I had heat stroke. Let’s hope I can avert any further strange behaviour otherwise the Mexican authorities may call for medical backup. The Cubans export their moustachioed Doctors here too - scary. Just glugged a litre of water in haste. Let’s see if that helps to avoid any further unsympathetic medical care.
Julie tells me that that when she visited in July last year the humidity and heat were far worse than we were experiencing on this visit. Fortunately, according to the guides, our visit coincided with an unseasonably mild weather; hah, that’s a joke. I can’t imagine it being much worse. However, the crowds were not arriving in their droves so we shared the site with only a few visitors rather than hordes of tourists - far less taxing!. Palenque is a site of recent discovery and is also regarded as the best in its historical importance. The most fascinating aspect of this site is that they have only recovered about 7% of the entire site. I think if you were an archaeologist/Anthropologist you must be creaming your pants at the prospect of the discoveries here. But the funding is poor and little chance of any major restoration in the near future. Instead the rest of the site remains as part of the greenery inhabited by Howler Monkeys and various other animal life best left in the jungle.
Palenque was at its height of power in the 600-800 AD era. It is in the middle of the Jungle in the Chiapas region of southern Mexico. And I mean the middle! Everywhere you look it is just lush green jungle so tightly packed together that wandering from any of the fringe paths may render the helpless tourist…well, quite helpless really! In fact the only way to stray off the path is with a machete as the greenery is very tightly packed. The parts that have been recovered show the palace and the burial ground of the most influential King that this Mayan city produced, some fella called Pacal The Great. As with most big wigs his ego far outshone any preceding ruler. He built another pyramid nearby to house his body for his journey to the afterlife. His influence, in life, on the surrounding cultures near and far has been etched into the palace walls as epitaphs, finely chiselled images of defeated Kings and leaders in supplication bent forward on their knees with their heads bowed. I have been able to stand at the top of the steps of pyramids and palaces in areas of the city only the top echelons of this society would tread in its heyday and you get some inkling of the power these lords and kings wielded. It is an awesome place.
As with any of the ancient sites that are available to visit here in the Americas the buildings were built by hand with stone from the foundations to the tip of the roof. And get this, the vast majority were built in geometric shapes in accordance with astrology still relevant to today, solar eclipse and all. They have measured and dissected the available site with lasers and mathematical equations and the accuracy of the buildings with their astronomical alignment is exemplary. In England, at the time of the Mayans power we were still running around in leather loin cloths, having abandoned the benefits of roman influence, ploughing fields with the arse bone of a giraffe (thank you Shirley Valentine). Mind you mud huts were a little more practical than pyramids and very environmentally friendly which I'm sure will please Jeremy clarkson.
We did manage to hear a troupe of Howler Monkeys although we did not see them around the site. Bloody hell, their noisy gits; think I’ll stick with the cockerel in the mornings.
The Howler Monkey on Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7ze9rArZyk&feature=related
The tomb of the King Pacal The Great is still in place at the base of a pyramid, though no public are allowed down there. In order to preserve it they have produced a model of the stone sarcophagus where you can get an idea of the sheer size of it (see the photo). They are a very similar design to the Egyptian tombs for the pharaohs. The authorities actually cannot remove the sarcophagus as the building has been built around it although all artefacts and bones have been stored elsewhere. Aside from all the science that the Mayans managed to abide by they were as ruthless toward their enemies as they were scared of anything they did not understand as seen with any other ruling race in history. The stories of human sacrifice are very true with constant battles with neighbouring clans, beheading captives and ripping their hearts out – all in a day’s work. No immigration problems in the Mayans heyday that’s for sure. Thankfully they don't ask for your head or heart at the boarder crossing anymore.
We’re off to Tikal in Guatamala in about four weeks. It, apparently, makes this place look like Disneyland.
The big question, of course, is whether Hollywood is right when they say the world will end in December of this year (see 2012 movie). One source at the site stated that Mayans were great ones for celebrations and parties and planning was a big part of their lives. Activities were planned around the stars and movements of the planets. They created sufficient time in their calendar to last many generations which they thought would keep them going for a while. They did not see the purpose of extending their calendar beyond December 2012 because they thought that a few thousand years was sufficient time to organise a diary even for the most avid party planner. And those Mayans did like to party. Anyway can you imagine how much a 1000 year Filofax diary would weigh? It’s no surprise they didn’t bother to extend it.

