First we stopped at Misol Ha, a smaller waterfall in the middle of the jungle. It was a really pretty site and we were able to climb behind the waterfall and up into a cave off to the side of the waterfall. It was a fun destination, but nothing like the waterfall we were about to see.
When we got to Agua Azul, it was easy to see where they came up with the name. The water was a beautiful shade of turquoise as it tumbled down the rocks in the middle of the jungle.It was absolutely beautiful. Here at Agua Azul, we were allowed to do some swimming in the crystal clear and cold water. Before hoping in the water, we decided to walk around the site a little more.
The amazing thing was that the higher and higher you climbed, the more and more waterfalls you saw. I can honestly say that I never saw a beginning nor and end to all the waterfalls. As we climbed higher up the mountain, the views became more and more impressive. The jungle stretched out below us and above us were more and more falls.
Tucked all around the path were more little pools and mini waterfalls. It was impossible to see everything in the three hours that we spent there and I would love to go back and spend a whole day sometime.
We finally gave up on trying to reach the beginning of the falls for lack of time and we headed to swim. The water was as refreshing as it was beautiful and again, I could have spent all day just swimming around in the various pools formed by all of the falls.
Finally, the time had come to pack up our things and head back to the van. I was lucky or maybe unlucky enough to sit in the front of the colectivo because I had arranged the transportation. I could tell that the driver was a little mad that we were behind schedule but I had no idea just how important being on time was. After all, we were still in Mexico. But as we raced off to catch the bus to San Cristobal, I began to get a little worried. We raced around the curving, winding, mountain roads doing well over 40 or 50 mph. It was a surreal experience as I peeked out my window to see an immediate drop off the side of a mountain. I don't think I have ever been so happy to get on a bus as I was that day.
The bus ride to San Cristobal was the perfect end to our time at the waterfalls. It was a beautiful ride through the foggy mountains of the Chiapas area with beautiful views of the whole countryside.
My Lesson of the Day: Day number two in the jungle and still no monkey sighting.
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Emily - I remember the drive up to San Cristobal in 1977. It was a narrow mountain road then, and we were right behind a truck belching black smoke the whole way. There was also a bicycle rider going up- amazing! I remember how cold it was too, after the lowlands. We saw lots of indian men wearing hats with colorful ribbons, and I wonder if they still do that.
Aunt Debbie
Sounds like not much has changed in the last 30 years! We saw pretty much the same things, minus the black smoke! There is still a huge population of indian people - one of the largest concentrations of indigenous population. A lot of them are dressed in all white. The most interesting thing for me was that many believe that pictures take away a part of your soul, so I wasn't able to snap any pictures.
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