Tranquility and destruction

Trip Start Dec 20, 2009
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Trip End Mar 27, 2010


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Nanciyaga

Flag of Mexico  , Veracruz-Llave,
Thursday, February 11, 2010

It is so beautiful here. We are on the north shore of Lake Catemaco south of Veracruz at an ecological reserve, Nanciyaga.  This place was recommended to us by Jim at Esprit and I'll have to remember to thank him.  It is the most northern tropical rain forest in the world and it is crocodile country (much to Keara’s dismay).  It’s like deluxe camping… our small cabins, with screen windows, are on stilts a little over the water; mine and Keara’s has two twin beds (which pretty much take up all the room) with a balcony including hammock on two sides and has garlic hanging in several places(?)… at least we’re safe from vampires.  From our cabin we can SEE a crocodile about 30 meters away.  The boys’ cabin is even closer to the croc; they have a double and two twins but no balcony. 

We are only able to stay one night, unfortunately, because between Carnaval and Nicky’s birthday plans at Palenque, that’s all we have.  And as beautiful as it is here, I would not recommend this place to families with kids.  It is very tranquil and the clientele seems to be couples… I’m sure nobody but us is disappointed that we’re only here for one night.  Of Adam’s many qualities, his ability to be quiet is not his forte.

The reserve offers a guided nature walk.  Keara and I went while the boys went kayaking.  Our guide was very knowledgeable and articulate… at least I think he was; the entire tour was in Spanish so we really only understood about 10 percent.  Keara and I each got a mud facial along the way – meaning that the second half of the tour was done with mud on our faces.  We got to wash it off ourselves at the end with mineral water.  We also got to taste the water using cups fashioned from huge wild cabbage-like leaves – very minerally!

Then Keara and I went for massages.  Ahhhhhh!  It was Keara’s first massage and afterward, she said, "I want to do that again somewhere; I liked it!"   Reminded me of the first time she tried ice cream.

It is just after sunset now and they have turned on the electricity so we have a light in our cabin.  The birds are chirping as are the many insects and frogs… ok, the frogs aren’t chirping, they’re croaking.  I can’t wait for sunrise to see all this beautiful scenery again.  That and I won’t need a flashlight to go to the washroom.

Next Day:

Despite Adam’s location being discernable just by listening, the more destructive members of our family here seem to be Jeff and me.  Jeff’s first order of business when he got to his cabin was to break the terra cotta frying pan (?).  Then in the morning, as I was leaving the boys’ cabin from having just wished Nicky a Happy Birthday, I turned to close the door and I rolled over on my left ankle, fell backwards down the stone steps (I’m fine) and as my feet went flying up over my head, my toe caught the lid of the terra cotta bowl (there are several of these placed precariously around the cabins) sending it flying up over my head to crash down on the stone path three feet behind me.  I was just glad nobody saw me.

Another time I was glad nobody saw me was during our mud baths (also included in our stay).  Keara and I went believing that we would smear the mud on each other so I planned on only wearing my bikini bottom… but it turns out someone puts the mud on FOR you.  So I had to keep my only bra on (somehow, I lost the rest along the way).  Then we had to wait for the mud to dry and hope that nobody came along while we looked like half-naked swamp beasts.
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Comments

Alyson on

Happy Birthday Nick!
Crocs, pots and mud baths Oh my! Sounds like fun!

Grannie on

So I guess this means Jaff Gringo won't be getting himself a nice terra cotta frying pan to add to his already outstanding food production repertoire...?

Kerri on

Hmm. Did I ever tell you about my mud bath experience in Costa Rica? Your story brought back some memories.

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