December 30, 2012:
In port Huatulco, Mexico – More Ruins
and a Museum
Silver Whisper docked at 12:00pm in the Port of Bahia de
Santa Cruz near the city of Huatulco, about 250 miles south of Acapulco, in the
Mexican state of Oaxaca. Major reasons for visiting Huatulco are to
tour the area’s beaches and forests and engage in adventure/eco-tourism. Those are tourist activities that J and E do
not find interesting or entertaining. For
future reference, we do not mountain bike, river kayak, bird watch, or snorkel
(at least not voluntarily.) So, the only choice left to us was to visit another
Mayan archaeological site. This one,
just outside Huatulco, is named Copalita.
The Welcome Sign Says It All
We are not convinced of the "close to heaven" bit.
It was onto the tourist bus for the mercifully short
drive to Copalita Eco-Archaeological Park.
On arriving at the park, instead of an entry ticket, we were each given
a hospital-type, wrist ID band. (Maybe
wrist ID bands are more ecologically correct.)
Then, we were organized in groups, each with a guide, and headed off
into the afternoon heat looking like straggling bands of legionnaires going to
our doom in the Mexican sun. A climate
observation follows (any climate change deniers may skip this): It is
extremely hot and humid in the afternoon sun at 15 Degrees North Latitude even
on December 30th.
Regretfully, for the nonacademic tourist, one Mayan archaeological
site begins to look very much like another, which you visited the day
before. An exception is at Copalita, a
site better prepared for tourists, with walkways and drainage. Another saving grace is that the forest
vegetation had regrown around the site to the point where the walkways were (in
large part) shaded. Copalita was an
urban site occupied by the Mayans from 400 BCE to 1320 CE, before the arrival
of the Aztecs and Spanish. Most of the
viewing was of Mayan pyramids, temples and ball courts. (Our guide could not convince any of us to
join him in a game of Mayan ball, even without the winning prize of having your
heart cut out in sacrifice to assorted Mayan deities.)
Copalita, Partially Restored Pyramid
The former home of chiefs and priests - now you know the origins of "high priest."
Copalita, Mayan Ball Court
Finally, a ball game with no winners!
After an hour and a half of brain baking and hoping you
would not be overcome by heat stroke, we were taken into the archaeological
museum. Which, to be eco-friendly, was
not air conditioned. Exhibits included
pottery, statuary, stela, and examples of the Mayan Codices, which are the
written (pictographic) record of Mayan civilization. Most of the Codices were destroyed by Spanish
priests during the occupation of Mexico.
Christians have a hell of a lot to answer for.
Copalita, Archaeological Museum
This eco-friendly structure provides heating in summer and cooling in winter.
Copalita Museum, Statue of Mayan God
It is no wonder, with this friendly official greeter, tourism hasn't taken off here.
Copalita Museum, Mayan Codex Pages
Maybe the priests thought that they were comic strips and bad for children.
After the museum, it was back on the bus and our return
trip to the port. We succeeded in
arriving late, abetting the 30-minute late sailing of the ship. However, we were not the last ones aboard! At 5:30pm, it was lines in, and we were
underway for Acapulco. There was no copy
of Elvis Presley’s movie, “Fun in Acapulco,” found aboard, so we were spared
that adventure into American culture.
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