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\"OLYMPUS<\/a>

Temple of the Great Jaguar<\/p><\/div>\n

There are times when the job throws an opportunity at you that you can\u2019t resist- that you would be an utter fool to resist. Yesterday evening I walked up to Amras after the set with the biggest<\/em> smile on my face<\/p>\n

So, it would seem that I have some sudden uber-cool plans tomorrow<\/em><\/p>\n

Oooh did you get something good?<\/em><\/p>\n

More like something awesome.<\/em><\/p>\n

And I had him the many-times folded flyer I had printed off from my email just a half hour before, detailing the tour to Tikal. The tour crew never ever gets because you have to fly and it takes all day and it\u2019s just one of those ones that\u2019s unacknowledged \u2018guests only\u2019 the only people who ever get to escort those tours are actual tour department staff. For some reason \u2013 which I still don\u2019t know \u2013 they opened up four slots for crew, just four, and at a very reasonable rate.<\/p>\n

You\u2019re kidding me!<\/em><\/p>\n

No! I snagged the last slot! They had four, and I got the last one!<\/em><\/p>\n

I\u2019m SO jealous! Wait, is that the one where you have to fly? The one I was talking about?<\/em><\/p>\n

Yup.<\/em><\/p>\n

So you\u2019re getting on a plane tomorrow<\/em><\/p>\n

Yup. <\/em><\/p>\n

Awesome! Oh my god I am so<\/u> jealous!<\/em><\/p>\n

And, he had every right to be.<\/p>\n

There are few tours where I can\u2019t find the words, this is one of them.<\/p>\n

For one thing, I wasn\u2019t even supposed to have it. Crew simply does not get these kinds of tours, anything more than a bus trip and it automatically goes to shore excursions staff. And this morning I was up at 4:45am to board a plane.<\/p>\n

Yes, a plane.<\/p>\n

A plane that took me over the lush jungles of Guatmala and deep into their depths to the site of one of the most breathtaking Mayan ruins of all time.<\/p>\n

Tikal, I actually got to see Tikal.<\/p>\n

I had seen the Temple of the Great Jaguar only in slides, during a long ago Mesoamerican Art History class. I was fascinated by it, and always wished the university offered more courses on it, I even considered going back to audit the class one year but found it more complicated an option than I expect.<\/p>\n

It was a small plane that took us there, so small that it couldn\u2019t even fit two seats on either side of the aisle, instead there were two seats on one side and a single on the other. Oddly enough, I found myself less frightened in such a small plane than I am in the cabin of a 747. Strange how these things work. It was impossible to sleep over the roar of the propellers (although I\u2019m sure a few of us dropped off a little it was, after all, very early!) – so most of the time was spent staring out at the Guatamala jungle spread out below us like a many folded quilt. It looked like a giant child had dropped a favourite green blanket on the ground, leaving it in folds and shadows under the bright early morning sky. After a landing that felt like were skidding across the hot tarmac, we found ourselves in a mini-bus trundling through the outskirts of the city. Most of us drowsing while trying to look at the jungle because we had started so<\/em> early in the morning.<\/p>\n

Our bus drove us right up to the back of the main temple, a privilege that few people get \u2013 most have to walk the long hike from the parking area to the site proper. One of the benefits of being on a tour instead of going on your own. As soon as we got out of the bus the humid jungle air pressed down on either side of us, most of us at that point reached for our water bottles. Then you just stared up, even from behind the Temple of the Great Jaguar is highly impressive. Also, we weren\u2019t due to see it from the front just yet. Instead we hiked around the back and ended up in what had once been the royal residence, now reduced to nothing but towering foundations and remnants of rooms (rooms with no windows, which is very unusual indeed). As I was standing there looking at these remains of what was once a hugely powerful civilization, I realized what I was standing in.<\/p>\n

This is one of the only sacred ball courts discovered on this site, it\u2019s very small in scale so it may have been symbolic.<\/em><\/p>\n

We were standing in the ball court. What little I studied about Mesoamerican history came tumbling back to me, ball courts were not just sacred, they were often used in ritualistic sacrifice. While not as prolific as Hollywood would have most of us believe, it did happen, and it would have been an important part of life. All I know is that that ball court felt very strange, not quite dizzying, but far from steady either. I wanted to put it down to the heat, but I couldn\u2019t really.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a surreal feeling, trodding on stones that have been worn smooth by literally centuries of footfalls. It\u2019s only comparatively recently that these ruins have been opened up, for years they were swallowed whole by the jungle, choked with vines and greenery and animal dens, many of the temples still appear as nothing but hills.<\/p>\n

Once we emerged from the ruins into the remains of the main plaza, the Temple of the Jaguar and the Queen\u2019s Temple reared up in front of us, providing the kind of vista you only see once in a lifetime, and then only if you\u2019re very very lucky. The feel<\/em> of the place was incredible, and when you climbed the rickety stairs to the top of the Queen\u2019s Temple the entire jungle stretched out at your feet like something out of a fairy tale. The ruins were the only piece of civilization you could see for miles, and this was not even the tallest temple on the site, that would come later.<\/p>\n

For the next few hours we trekked through the jungle on the dirt roads the park vehicles use to get from site to site. Every so often the guide would pause and point to what at first looked like nothing but a hillock and ask us if we could see what it was, and lo it would transform itself into the jungle-choked remains of a building, what kind of building is impossible to tell, but a building none the less. Around us the jungle buzzed with life, at one point a horrifically loud roaring rattled our ears and we were convinced that we were about to be devoured by a jaguar (who are, after all, native to the area), but were reassured by the guide that it was nothing more than a howler monkey \u2013 whose abnormally loud call sounds distressingly like a predator. I\u2019m pretty sure most of us still believed it was a jaguar.<\/p>\n

Our ultimate destination was Temple 4 \u2013 the tallest temple on the site, in fact the tallest building on the site at all. It\u2019s only been partially restored; the bottom of half of it is still covered in archeological tarps and the remains of jungle fauna. It is a long<\/em> climb to the top, and I was awfully tired, but I kept hearing Amras\u2019 voice in my head<\/p>\n

You\u2019re going to climb it right?<\/em><\/p>\n

Duh! Try and stop me!<\/em><\/p>\n

So I did. Thankfully it was switch back stairs, which made it a lot easier. Upon reaching the top, it was all<\/em> worth it. This is the kind of view you only see in text books and postcards. Nothing but green as far as you can see with the tops of the other temples sticking out of the canopy like broken teeth or fragmented tips of a long lost crown. Who else must have stood here, what must they have thought, what are<\/em> they thinking now. Because this place, and so many others like it, is still so very much alive \u2013 and not simply because there are living breathing people wending their way through and around it every day; there is something in the stones itself that lives. Something kept alive by the sun and the jungle; not in a malicious sense, but in a very real one.<\/p>\n

There were only four slots on this tour that opened up for crew, and we \u2013 nicknaming ourselves \u2018the lucky ones\u2019 grouped together for photos and general \u2018can you believe this? I mean really can you believe<\/em> this?\u201d<\/p>\n

The answer being , no, no you really couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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