You can't exactly see it, so we re-enacted the scene of slave being beheaded that was painted on the wall. All the sun and jungle had clearly gone to my head.
So on Monday night I finally managed to leave Tulum on the 8.50pm bus with Dan, a guy from Atlanta who was also going to Palenque. Well actually he wasn't but I managed to persuade him to come with me as a) he's fun and b) I was scared about travelling in Chiapas overnight by myself. Quite what another tourist could do to make me safer I don't know. The bus journey was fairly uninventful despite threats from the Lonely Planet of Zapatista Rebels hijacking in the area. Note to self - don't joke about this possibility with parents in future.
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