For those of you out there who've never seen one, a cenote (suh-NO-tay) is a naturally formed, underground cavern full of the clearest, most beautiful water you've ever seen.. They pop up all throughout the Yucatan peninsula, and as much as I've tried digging in my backyard in Mississippi, none have appeared. This particular day, after driving a few hours and and dreaming of the days of Jose and the Benz van, we arrived in Cuzama-- a recently commercialized yet still incredibly rural village where, until a few months ago, practically the only available bathroom involved paying 4 pesos to use a broken toilet. Upon arrival, Harvey contracted a few drivers for the "train" to transport our sixteen persons to the cenotes. By "train" I mean, horse and cart on tracks that have been in place since the height of the haciendas. Ride at your own risk. And then, once you've arrived at any of the three available cenotes, jump/dive at your own risk. De verdad, I'm pretty sure the whole experience is a risk. Enjoy the video, and try not to get too jealous that you weren't there.
Note: I recognize that the videos are a little excessive, but iPhoto seems to be very anti-me posting photos. Thanks to this lovely water crisis in Jackson though, I have several days to make it happen. I'm on a search for a PC that isn't falling apart. Still to come: visit to telemarketing firm Comunitodo, the flamingos of Celestun, class sessions, and tours of the house!
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