End of Mayan Calendar- Rainbow Gathering – Part 3

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End of the Mayan Calendar 2012 – Rainbow Gathering – Part 3

Part Three: It isn’t the end of the world after all. . . but there is literally shit everywhere…

After surviving the end of the world, my first instinct was to find Megajuggles and see if she was ok. Making my way up the mudslide bank of what was left of the edges of this once gentle passage of water, I slip, slide and crawl to the top. Relieved to see that the water had not reached Megas tent, I rush over and open it to find Miss Megajuggles doing some interior decorating. Laughing and spilling loads of water as I fall inside she asked what’s happening outside. Really? Don’t you know we just survived the end of the world? She starts laughing too and I take her hand to show her what she is missing.

A few hours after watching the once peaceful sanctuary turn into a wild, dangerous jungle in what seemed like an instant, the sun finally began to rise.


not so gentle waterfalls anymore…

Yep. It’s damage control time. As we began to walk the rivers edge, we started meeting hundreds of people who has been camped along that no longer once existing edge that had been swallowed within an hour. Along with the old edge, the river also devoured tents, backpacks, passports, supplies- everything. There were now literally hundreds of people left with nothing but the clothes on their back (some of them haha) – but they had something so much more- they had a community willing to pull together for them to help in all ways needed whether it be sharing food, water, clothes, shelter or supplies. This day was intended to be a day of silence for the camp, and many were going to the Mayan Ruins for the big ceremony that would be held to honor this time of what the Mayans believed to be very significant. Yea, well, that went out the window as people scrambled to find things that they needed, to decide whether they would stay or leave the campgrounds, and even to pass the river rapids to exist the property.


crossing the flooded river in the daylight..

After helping in the ways that we could (making soup and assisting people trying to cross) Mega and I met with two other lovely female travelers from San Francisco to discuss our next move. The first thing on all of our minds were the shit pits. They are just what they sound like- deep pits dug in rows to poop in. And they were located in 4 places around the river, so after that flash flood, there was literally shit everywhere. It was a unanimous decision that we would be leaving today in order to avoid possibly getting sick.


And we were not the only one’s – about 1000 people were also attempting to leave this day as well; people were packing up everywhere. Somehow magically scoring a truck within an hour we hopped in the back with our gear and laughed at how crazy the night and day had been as it bumped down the road and back into Palenque.


Once in Palenque we met up with many other travelers who had ventured late the previous night towards the ruins and their stories were amazingly similar but the endings were quite different. Of course everyone got soaked along the hike (along with all their gear which I can imagine became quite heavy) but as there was this flash flood, the usual people guarding the temples were no where to be found. We heard tales of groups of people making their way to the temples, and climbing inside of them to get warm and dry. We met a couple who explained they started a coconut oil massage party inside one of the temples that sounded oh so delectably tempting to be a part of- something like 60 naked people all massaging each other with coconut oil as the world was ending – what a great idea!

The girls and I decided to share a hotel room and take some time to think about where the next adventure could be had. It was there that I explained to Megajuggles that I wanted to go to Guatemala and to a place called Lake Atitlan for the new years celebration of 2013. She thought about it, but as we had a week before new years, we decided to see San Cristobal De Las Casas first which is where we met Milly (a riot of a traveler, and the girl with the record number of times having her purse picked off) and met a man who we kept bumping into along our journey through Mexico as well as had the worst google translation possibly in all history. But we will start with San Cristobal De Las Casas…

Coming Soon: San Cristobal De Las Casas – The city stuck back in time…

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