OR, YET ANOTHER COUNTDOWN TO RETURNING ON MONDAY TO UK
This is dedicated to the lovely lady at the British Consulate. Thank you for your extreme kindness and trying so hard for me. You have kept me alive in my darkest hours. Thankyou again.
Sorry I’ve gone so quiet but nearly had a breakdown which I will fill you in about in a separate post. I am due back Tuesday but don’t hold your breath.
At least I got plenty of material for my Mayan book!
Today I just want to flick through the highlights of a magnificent, if at times trying, grand tour of Mexico’s finest Mayan sites and museums, it’s art and amazing achievements and sad demise. When I say this though, I realise I mean of that period of time, for there is plenty of Mayan blood coursing through the veins of the glorious modern Mayans! All the titles are links that you just click on to see relevant posts
My main reason to be here. To study and write about these magnificent monuments of the Mayans and their complex society and rituals. Their gods and wonderful mystical beliefs, their relationship with the cosmos and mother nature. Their art and sometimes fearsome rituals.
All though I missed a lot of museums covid closures finally beat me and where they had been closing behind me finally they overtook and were closing ahead of me. So sadly I only saw a few but what I did see was joyous. Campeche and Puebla being the most memorable.
I satisfied a very important bucket list must see, prehistoric abodes and art. I went to two remote ones near Mitla and climbed my legs off in the searing heat of the day. In a series of high caves I was shown where they had kept their livestock etc as the water levels were much higher ten thousand years ago. Satisfied the Neanderthal in me for I have a lot genetically speaking.
Like in a spaghetti Western I wandered with my guide (have to have one there) through the cacti jungle. His heritage land and his big conch shell that he blew very loudly across the valleys.
The salt flats and onyx mines also date back to the areas ancient history.
Perilous trips on that bloody motorbike in the mountains, did make for an extra excitement to the trip. I wish I could have stayed for a night in the desert to see the stars. Or maybe in the strange art deco hotel in the middle of nowhere
I’ll add more later but I want to get out while I still can and the dark thoughts enter my head again. Love you all.
OVER AND OUT FROM AN EXULTANT OLD BIRD WHO WAS TRUE TO THE ETHOS OF OLD BIRD TRAVELS SOLO
Soho art offices and my sculpture in London, then my old film work amd fashion modelling. Check it out.