The minibus prit un peu plus d'une heure a couvir les 60 kilometres qui nous séparaient du site. Finalement, il nous déposa sur un grand stationnement en terre, poussiéreux a souhait. Tikal est le noyau de la biosphere Maya (c'est ainsi qu'ils se définissent). Le site offre donc aux visiteurs des dizaines de ruines datant de l'époque Maya. Un peu comme Tchitchen Itza au Mexique. A la différence que le taux de fréquentation est encore incomparable avec le site mexicain, et que la végétation a ici été conservée dans l'état ou le lieu était lors de sa découverte en 1848. On évolue donc en pleine foret tropicale sans jamais savoir ce sur quoi on va tomber. Le site est simple mais les restaurations sont beautifully crafted. After taking our tickets, we are left with their hands in the plan that Annie and John had kindly let us (otherwise it's $ 5 for the map!). The first temple was modest. But already, one could imagine the work that was done to free the pyramid of the dense surrounding forest. Between two sites, we rertouvions quickly in the forest. Fauna and flora were impressive to discover. The observation of howler monkeys. The woodpecker doing sound blows of his beak on the tree trunks. Flights from toucans posing any pocket to show off their colorful beak. Hinds and their grace. In short, a permanent show!
Le 2e temple, au pied duquel se tenaient des fouilles, offrait un acces jusqu'a son sommet. Mais pas par les marches originales, encore encombrées par la nature. Mais par un immense escalier en bois aménagé a meme son flanc. Ainsi, nous pouvions monter de façon sécuritaire, mais surtout, sans endommager le temple lui-meme. Cela est une excellente idée car dans bien des sites tres fréquentés, on peut monter sur les temples par les acces originaux. Cependant, a la longue, les pieds des millions de touristes finissent par endommager irrémédiablement les surfaces, au point de devoir les changer, ce qui occasionne des couts extremement élevés si on veut reproduire a l'identique, mais également that distorts the very origins of the site since some parts are more than cut the creators.
Once arrived at the top of sixty meters, we get a splendid view to 180 degrees on the entire site of Tikal. In the distance stood out above the tops of the forest other temples. What a magical moment once more.
We have spent many hours discovering the site of Tikal, going from temple to temple. One of them offered few thrills. Indeed, to access a Sobna summit, he had to climb a huge wooden staircase as steep as a ladder. 2 tiny ramps allowed to stand. After having climbed all platforms, we finally arrived at the top of the temple. The view was equally breathtaking and frightening for someone who suffers from vertigo ... like me! The original staircase proved a stiff and formidable walls around were breathtaking. But from the top, the view was splendid on the greatest monuments, the famous''centrality''. This was moreover the last monument we visited during the day. She was 2-entourrée imposing temples and one of which is the symbol of Guatemala. The quality of the place was breathtaking. The accuracy of the restoration that has taken 30 years was remarkable. One might have expected to find ourselves in the middle a ball game was the time Maya. This allowed us to better appreciate our change of route. If things were not well aligned, we would not have come so far. It was not the end of the world. But we would have missed a nice place to visit and high historical significance in the Mayan culture.
Towards 15h00, while the sun was involved in its the atmosphere, we took a minibus to go to Flores. The day was relatively late. Reading for Sylvie and backup data (photos and videos) for me.
the evening, we paid''milking''. Backpackers, yes. But gourmets too sure. While we were dining on the romantic terrace restaurant la luna''''to sample local dishes. A kind of ragout of octopus and a fish for Sylvie Lake grilled for me. Simply délcieux. While Sylvie was finishing his vanilla ice cream accompanied by caramelized plantain bananas and honey, a huge storm broke. Enormous. A sort of tropical storm. Luckily, we were sheltered by a petut yard. Upon leaving, the boss gave us a little rum to keep us warmed up on our return ... in the rain. Finally, along the walls and passing under the balcony, we got almost''dry''. And with our room open to the four winds, needless to say how it was a great experience to sleep in the rain in our hambre Tarzan!
The next morning we took the bus to Rio Dulce, a 3-hour. We left our guesthouse and took a tuk-tuk to get to the bus station. At 10:00 am, our bus was leaving Flores.
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