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by Bob Haigis, Jan 2003
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The East Coast of the
Yucatan Peninsula stretches some 200 miles roughly northeast to
southwest, and has become Mexico's jewel of tourism. It faces the
Caribbean Sea, and Cuba is its nearest foreign neighbor, a mere
fifty miles or so distant.
It is a land of extreme contrasts, natural and man made. Once the
exclusive home of the Maya civilization, it quite possibly could
have been first landfall for Cortez and other early explorers. It is
a fact, that later on marauding pirates used the off shore islands
as raiding bases.
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One of the
many deserted beaches along the Yucatan coast |
The Mayans left impressive examples of their advanced construction
abilities that are still being discovered. However, the land has
swallowed up these sites, with thick jungle effectively hiding their
secrets and locations. One place that has been painstakingly
reclaimed from the jungle is a major tourist attraction for the
area, for both the passively curious and serious students of pre
Colombian cultures.
Chichen-Itza with its fabled pyramids and temples is possibly the
most visited ancient site in Central America. Busloads by the
hundreds drop off tourists to wander the 4 sq. miles of cleared
space each year, and marvel at both the remarkable construction and
the effort that must have been expended to expose the site.
Most of the Yucatan is flat impenetrable jungle that effectively
keeps out unwanted visitors. The ever hot, sticky, buggy environment
is certainly unattractive to modern day man. The coastal areas are a
different story.
Much of the shore area is swampy low-land, and is susceptible to the
ever-present threat of major storms that come howling out of the
Caribbean. Not too many years ago, a hurricane ripped across the
island of Cozumel with winds of over 140 mph. It destroyed countless
homes on the island and then slammed into the jungles of the Yucatan
with a storm surge that inundated any low-lying coastal areas. That
was the year that Peg and I took our never to be for- gotten kayak
trip from Playa del Carmen south along the shore.
We had discovered the hidden secrets of the undeveloped shore
several years before. We learned that one of the natural formations
that made the East Coast of the Yucatan so popular for development,
was the existence of off shore coral reefs and barrier beaches. Any
place these existed, often accompanied by stretches of sandy beach
on the shore, the government was constructing tourist resorts.
Cancun and now Playa del Carmen are examples of such development.
Tens of thousands visit these and other resorts along the shore each
year. However, between these centers, are miles of unpopulated
coastline, great for wilderness exploring.
Cancun was the only major resort along the entire coast the year of
our trip. We launched our Klepper Folding Kayak at the town pier in
Playa, loaded it with provisions, and headed south. At that time,
cruise ships were just beginning to discover the place, and they
would anchor off shore between Cozumel and Playa del Carmen and send
boat loads of tourists to both locations.
Peg and I paddled south, hoping to get to Belize, pack up the kayak,
and take a bus back to Cancun. As we cruised just off shore, it
became increasingly apparent how deserted most of the shoreline was.
Much of it was protected by jagged sharp rock that would have been
impossible to land on in the event of a problem. We would pass miles
of this inhospitable coast, and suddenly in the distance we would
see waves breaking over a reef and we know safe harbor was close at
hand. The devastation of the storm was ever present also, with
numerous trees toppled, and an occasional boat tossed up on the
shore.
We usually camped on the beaches these reefs protected, and
sometimes spent a day or so relaxing and enjoying the sun and
scenery. I remember one such beach called Ix-pu-ha that we enjoyed
for three days. The owners had a fantastic restaurant near by, and
we walked up a long muddy track through the jungle for our evening
meal each day.
In another place, there was a huge rock on the beach, and we pitched
our tent next to it in the lee of the strong wind that blew from the
south. There a couple of Iguanas that lived in crevices in the rock,
and we would surprise them sunning in the open. The instant they
spotted us, they would scurry back into their holes in the rock.
One thing we learned quickly while on land, and that was to be aware
of the ever-present danger of falling coconuts ...coco bombs we
dubbed them. In many places coconut palms line the shore, and
especially in windy conditions frequently their fruit makes trips to
the ground. A parking lot we walked through atone of our stops
contained several vehicles with their windshields caved in. I have
no doubt that being struck by one of these missiles could very well
be fatal.
We were paddling along one day, watching dolphins shoot by and sea
birds diving around us, when Peg spotted an opening in the rock
ahead of us. We headed for the gap, and were astounded to find a
restaurant built of the native grasses perched on a cliff top above
a small cove. Nearby was one of the large, deep caverns of fresh
water that abound in the area, and several people were diving in it.
We anchored our boat, and experienced one of the most delicious
meals we had on the entire trip. Chicken, refried beans, tortillas,
salad and the most fantastic guacamole we have ever had were all
washed down with cold Carona.
It was interesting to see ancient Maya stone lookout towers spaced
along the shoreline. Obviously used to keep watch for intruders
approaching from the sea. We stopped at Tulum to stretch and see the
ruins again. We had been there the previous year, and found the site
interesting. A huge pile of fallen branches and trees again bore
witness to the ferocity of the storm.
Two days later, we put into a campground right on the beach, and had
to stay put for the next four days as a gale pounded the shore. No
rain fell, but the wind and waves would have been treacherous to
venture out in. We had spray skirts for our kayak, but just the off
chance of getting swamped along the jagged shore convinced me that
it would be foolhardy to attempt continuing. The wind was so bad we
had to move our tent back from the shore to seek some protection.
Another American couple we met had theirs ripped in half from the
gale.
Besides, the campground cost only twenty-five cents a day (when they
bothered to collect the fee), and there was a restaurant and bar
right there. OLE!
Every day a truck would visit the place to sell fresh vegetables to
the campers. Reluctantly we decided to abandon our goal of La
Ahupado on the Belize border, and return to Playa the way we had
come. The seas calmed down somewhat, and we headed back. As luck
would have it, the day we pulled back into Playa del Carmen and wind
died away completely.
Oh well, we had experienced a wonderful trip. We were privileged to
see the deserted coast of the Yucatan in a way few will ever get to
see it. Just being able to view the wild coastal areas and the
ancient Maya sites made the effort expended to get there well worth
it.

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