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Most people who visit the Chiapas do so by travelling in on bus from Mexico City or Cancun. Some people fly into Merrida when international flights are scheduled there as well. You can also take a flight from Mexico City to Tuxtla. Travelling by bus, coming from the north you go through Tobasco then you are in the Chiapas. There is usually a military search, and then you go by the immigration checkpoint. Once in the Chiapas the bus will most likely not stop again until you reach Palenque bus station. There may however be another military inspection of your bus depending on what is going on at that specific time. Once you are in Palenque you are ready to begin your Mayan experience as you have now entered Indian Territory. What you will find is a mixture of cultures and colors, politics and more politics. There is no hiding it. The Chiapas is a hotbed of political activity. While you walk the streets of Palenque, a tourist with a backpack, you walk with every kind of person imaginable. From cowboys to artists, electricians to blacksmiths. Palenque is a modern culture driven by agriculture and living off of nature. The contradictions are everywhere. Electricity and plastic are not the same commodities here as they are elsewhere. In the Chiapas plastic is a political statement. Electricity, taken for granted in western cultures is looked at differently here. You will not notice this directly, walking the streets of Palenque, but this is where it starts. The Chiapas has four ruin sites that have become popular. They are also reasonably close to one another and located in the northern part of the state. Getting to the sites is not too difficult and accommodations can be found within close proximity [except Bonampak].
There are of course countless other sites in the Chiapas however most if not all of these sites still remain under dense foliage in the jungle. No one really knows what is out there and astonishing surprises occur regularly in the world of Mayan archaeology.
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Once there was a He of the night. Shadow of shadows, solitar step, He walked many nights to find Her. Once there was a She of the day. Twinkle of wheat, dance of light, She walked many days to find Him. They were always looking for each other, He and She. The night was always pursuing the day. They both new, She and He, the quest for what can never be found. It seemed as if it would never happen; it seenmed impossible; it seemed never ever... And then the dawn came for Him and for Her. Always, forever...
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