Past civilizations have always had a special fascination for me . The magic touch of mysterious story blowing me again and again , if I can see the mysterious relics of bygone days or , with luck , sometimes even allowed to touch . That’s why I ‘ve always wanted to travel to Belize . It was my dream to see in my life with my own eyes what ‘s left of the legendary Maya. And that I have can finally fulfill that dream.
Belize received me with bright blue skies and sunshine. Since I mostly wanted to spend here with a visit to the Mayan ruins my time , I had chosen the winter dry season, this tropical paradise as a personal visit time . Although the cost a total of a little more money , but some Mayan facilities would not have been accessible during the rainy season. And I finally wanted to miss nothing , just to save the wrong place to be able to .
My accommodation was basic but clean and comfortable and I found there everything that I needed. Finally, I wanted to here also do not reside , but only to sleep , make me fresh and change your clothes. My chinos, T -shirts and fresh underwear were quickly stowed away in the closet. Of course, I had also taken a hat that not only a daring resemblance to Indiana Jones gave me , but also to protect myself with my excursions on the trail of the Maya from sunburn . And a backpack I had taken in order to have a self-catering my rations at hand at the man can .
When a licensed organizer I had booked a tour to the ruins of Altun Ha for the next day . Here wont the Maya hold their ceremonies and this place has become like since its re-discovery by particularly intensive excavations for curious hobby historians me back quite easily accessible. Amazement and awe I walked through the impressive streets and the two main plazas and looked at it fascinated the convincing of great craftsmanship manner with which the Maya have used their building materials. The numerous temples and dwellings , which are remarkably well preserved even today, gave me a touching picture of the life that once flourished here must have .
On a visit to the ruins of Caracol I was particularly pleased me, because it was not so easy to get a permission to visit . All you need is an official official permit and then must still have additionally lucky enough to get one of the few coveted seats on the visitors list. Fortunately, my tour operator had been able to take care of everything and my new adventure , nothing stood in the way.
Even the trip to the ruins of Caracol was a sensation . Although I have as a pampered Europeans an entirely different idea of a paved road , as is the case in Belize, but the fantastic scenery reconciled me with every single pothole. All one can say about the colorful beauty of the tropics, I have seen during this bumpy ride. The rain forest that surrounds Caracol , houses countless plants and animals and is of wild untamed splendor. And the sight of the over 40 meter high pyramid ” Canaa ” at the end of the journey compensated me not only for all of the effort , but let me forget completely . This sublime testimony of earlier architectural art is, as far as I know, still the tallest artificial structure in Belize. This system is really uniquely beautiful and literally breathtaking.
The ruins of Cerros were next on my list. Since I had chosen the dry season , I was able to enjoy a land there , the past led me to a few small villages and a wonderful lagoon. Arriving at my destination I explored amazement the three major citadels , the mighty plazas and pyramids flanking the plant. And of course I let me not miss the sensational view that presents itself there on a 20 meter high walk- building.
The next day I had the imposing ruins of Lamanai on the program. Here, the Maya have over 3000 years continuously lived and held their ceremonies regularly. Nestled in a lush tropical rainforest plant the proud lay there and rewarded me after I had climbed the towering temple complex bravely , with an absolutely terrific views . Although I had seen at that time a lot and experienced, I have to say that I had never felt so much the presence of the Maya as here , high on the temple , in the face of the whole tropical abundance .
Coming to Lubaantun was not so easy, but I had opened a good tour operator who could arrange everything necessary for me. And it really was a very unique experience that no fewer than 11 major complexes and their five main plazas full of explorers urge to fathom. Particularly impressed me here was the unusual design. The workers there at the time used no mortar , but the individual bricks aligned so perfectly and assembled that the buildings could withstand the test of time without any binder. An absolutely sensational cultural achievement , I think.
The ruins of Xunantunich should be the last stop of my personal adventure through the ancient quasi Belize . Here are my grades were called as ” mountain goat ” because there during the almost two kilometers from where the ferry port , up to the system one at times quite toxic slope . But I knew that would compensate me for all the abundant rise torments these ruins .
Xunantunich presented me with six major plazas and more than 25 state buildings , ie palaces and temples . On the southern edge of the pyramid El Castillo rises to 40 meters in height. I thought that was very impressive , even if Canaa lies there on points clearly ahead .
With your head full of exciting new experiences and a suitcase full of sweaty laundry , I finally joined physically exhausted , but overjoyed at my much too quickly induce Come home. I had no photos taken . The Maya and the remaining silent mystery of her past will be from now on a vital part of my very own wonderful memories of Belize .