Showing posts with label Tecoh Yucatan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tecoh Yucatan. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Mérida South by Bike on Calle 42 – Revisited


   An early morning pit stop for a snack and hydration in the tranquil little town of Timucuy finds Ken Scott with his high-tech go-fast recumbent bicycle.   This is angel gate at the entrance to an old colonial style mamposteria church. Fresh air and tranquility abound.
   At the peaceful little town of Tecoh where motor vehicles are scarce and bicycles dominate the quiet clean unhurried streets, we took our morning coffee break in the shady central plaza. Ken fits in with the people powered bicycles and tricycles at the municipal market.
   After cycling out of Mérida at 6 AM south on Calle 42, we completed our leisurely fifty kilometer back road tour by 11 AM in the picturesque city of Acanceh.  
   This gem of historical structural monuments of the past contains several Mayan temples.
Interspersed throughout the city are Spanish colonial buildings unchanged over the centuries.
   Above the two ladies are returning from the market. One dressed in western attire known as catrina style and the other lady in the traditional Mayan hand embroidered dress known as huipil. All speak the Mayan language and most also speak Spanish.
Note the conspicuous lack of motor vehicles, and this is the main street.
   A church and chapel sit nestled amongst the ancient Mayan temples in the city center of Acanceh. Those temples provided the materials to build not only the church and chapel but the rest of the town buildings.
    It is turn around time. A happy and satisfied Ken Scott is fresh as a daisy after our lovely 50 kilometer back road bike ride.Here he is pictured with the jovial kitchen workers at the cocina-economica where we stuffed ourselves on the generous portions of traditional Mayan style cooking.
   This restaurant is adjacent to the bus terminal on the central plaza and buses and colectivo taxis depart for Mérida every few minutes.

For maps and more information on cycling on Calle 42, visit our website at: http://www.bicycleyucatan.com/Calle42.html

Postscript: John L. Stephens in his epic book; Incidents of Travel in Yucatán,  describes his
departure from Mérida and journey south on the same road that Ken and I traveled to Timucuy and Tecoh.
See pages 65, 66, 67, 68; subject 1842 trip to Tekoh 8 leagues from Mérida.

Monday, March 3, 2008

CUZAMÁ VIA TECOH, CHIQUILÁ, SABACCHÉ OCHIL AND CHUNKANÁN

CUZAMÁ VIA TECOH, CHIQUILÁ, SABACCHÉ, OCHIL AND CHUNKANÁN BY BIKE, BUS AND COLECTIVO TAXI by John M. Grimsrud
Quiet country roads through picturesque Yucatan are well worth the effort and pay back with early morning tropical birds, plus brilliant tropical flowers that change season by season sweetly perfuming the air.
Escaping Mérida’s pushy-shovey horn honking, tail-gating belligerent bumper-to-bumper neurotic drivers is like flushing the proverbial toilet…and it feels so good when it is finally gone.
Our escape Mérida bicycle trip is only a little over 30 kilometers long from Tecoh to Cuzamá but the narrow little road coupled with a brand new paved section connecting Ochil to Chunkanán, that is not even on the map makes a neat cycling loop with plenty of photo opportunities.
A suggestion to anybody interested in this trip is to do it in reverse of the way we went. The reason being that if you are inclined to dine after your bike ride as we customarily do Cuzamá has positively nothing in that department, however the town just before, Chunkanán does have a cocina economica, but we cannot attest to its quality. Tecoh on the other hand does have a rustic cocina economica that serves ample portions of wholesome savory daily specials at affordable prices.
We began this trip by bicycling seven kilometers from our home in Mérida to the bus terminal on Calle 50 and 57 in the city center.
An hour later we disembarked the bus at Tecoh with our little folding bicycles ready for the fresh air and tranquility that awaited us touring wild Yucatan outback interspersed with quaint Mayan villages and aged haciendas along our “Gruta Ruta”.
This is Tecoh where a few months of absence have seen many changes. The quiet streets filled with silent bicycles and tri-cycle taxis now have converted over to motorized taxis as you can see in this photo where the back of a motorcycle is attached to an old tri-cycle
A new government required a new paint job of all things municipal and it was out with the old and in with the new. Above is the city hall complex that last year was neatly painted in a distinctive buff color…this political color change took place in every municipality over the entire state of Yucatan. Added to the environmental degradation was the ear splitting noise emitting from a new supermarket named, Super Willies, situated on the central plaza blasting the downtown into nerve rattling oblivion.
It is actually happening…at least the sign is up and that is a first step. We have yet to see the first of the bicycles or bikers participating in ecologically friendly touring of the cenotes that I jokingly named the “Gruta Ruta” because almost all of the cenotes are accompanied by caves or “grutas”. Note the spelling of the town Sabacche. On various maps you will find various spellings, such as Sabacché or Sabacchén…the standard of the industry in Mexico is that there is no standard.
This is where we make our turn to the north(left) onto the new road not yet on the map. For this insider piece of useful bicycling information we must thank our friends Basil and Alixa who conduct superb Yucatan bicycle tours. www.bikemexico.com

This is one of over one-hundred cenotes in this area designated on the map as; “Zona de Cenotes”.
Cenote Chonkila is very close to this new road, but most of the area cenotes require a long trek through woods by meandering foot path.
I must say here that most of these cenotes are situated in deep depressions in the rock with steep abrupt sides and no guard rails or warning signs. Cuidado mucho! “Be very careful” because the fall into unknown depths of water is only half of your problem…rescue could possibly be a very long time in coming.
On this eight kilometer stretch of new highway we may have seen one motor vehicle.
As you can see in the below photo of Jane standing on the rim of this cenote the abrupt drop of over eight meters or twenty-seven feet is straight down with nothing to hinder your decent and no way out.
Hanging from within the cave entrance on the north side of this cenote was a number of huge very active bee hives vigorously in operation. Swarms of busy bees find this location a nearly perfect environment protected from the weather and predators with a ready supply of water at hand.
The aromatic perfume of sweet honey scent was magnificently pervasive around the cenote where the multitudes of bees became aggressive enough to send Jane wheeling down the road swatting the busy little critters away while speeding into a strong headwind. She only received one sting because she was able to get them off her face as she speedily escaped.
These cenotes can be spotted by the experienced person from a great distance because around them are found tall trees watered by their long tap roots extending down into the water.
These cenotes made it possible for the ancient Mayan people to prosper and thrive in this otherwise waterless place devoid of rivers and springs.
Air plants cover the surrounding trees that are sending long roots down to siphon up cenote water. Jane lends scale to the cenote size as she stands on the rim.
Chunkanán is a very special because this is one of the last places in Yucatan still actually using the old Decauville narrow gauge railroad. By the late 1800s more than 4,500 kilometers of this one foot 7½ inch wide track had been laid across the Yucatan peninsula that used horse drawn carriages. 1,000 henequen haciendas were owned by just 30 families that were made wealthy on the backs of their Mayan slaves.
This is the narrow gauge railroad leading into Chunkanán with its well worn tow path along side the century old rail system still actively in use today.
Jane pictured with her Dahon twenty inch folding bicycle gives some prospective to the small size of the Decauville narrow gauge railroad track.
These tracks branch out to various cenotes while meandering past old haciendas and active henequen fields. This area is much the same as it was in the heyday of that industry that made Yucatan the richest state in Mexico around the time of the WWI.
Quiet downtown Chunkanán has its railway tracks leading through the neighborhoods.
The poor little old hacienda town of Chunkanán is finding a rebirth in its economy attracting busloads of tourists all the way from the port city of Progreso from tour ships to ride the antique rail system that generates enough cash to sustain the local economy.
This photo was taken in the early 1980s when Jane and I first visited Chunkanán with friends, arriving by a narrow dirt road before tourism became an industry here. What made this trip memorable besides our visit to a cenote with a deadly dangerous crumbling staircase was our race with a two meter, six and a half foot long rattlesnake, cascabel. As we rattled along at a fast horse trot the huge fat snake confined by a stone wall parallel to the track was actually slithering over the rough terrain faster than we were traveling.
Like a page out of the last century little Chunkanán reflects images of a time in Yucatan history when hacienda life was a prospering enterprise.
Gliding through the city center a horse drawn cart clanks rapidly along the narrow Decauville railroad tracks that were installed here back in the late 1800s and are still being actively pressed into service.
This is a small glimpse back into the unhurried past before the days of a motorized world when the horse set the speed for travel.
This is one of the many railroad spurs traversing quaint little Chunkanán.
From his office here on the street, the boss or “jefe” of the Chunkanán rail service, Bolas, busily dispatches the one car horse drawn carriages on tours ranging from half hour up to three hour long guided trips. Visiting customers arrive by tri-cycle taxi from Cuzamá, a distance of four kilometers on a very quiet little paved road.
Here comes one of those little one person powered tri-cycle taxis from Cuzamá.
In Cuzamá this road sign directs tourists to their number one attraction…cenotes.
Cuzamá has nearly nothing to offer in the way of shopping or dining but it is a connecting point with cross-country buses and colectivo taxis to Mérida.
Mérida might be filled with pushy-shovey horn honking, tail-gating belligerent bumper-to-bumper neurotic drivers but dining is no problem.
When we arrived at this cocina economica, Las Delicias de La Abuela on Calle 52 north at 41 and 43 it was nearly closing time and we were the last customers of the day.
This is Yucatecan style thinly sliced and brazier fried pork that makes a scrumptious meal that I stuff into tortillas yielding tantalizing tacos. I soak up the thin bean soup with the light French bread. The above meal set us back $30 pesos or three dollars and we got fed-up.
The day wasn’t complete without a stop at our favorite coffee shop, Caffé Latté in Itzimna on the way home for a iced coffee frappe…Our bicycles seem to run best when charged up on coffee beans.

Friday, December 7, 2007

Bike and Bus: Tecoh to Tekit and Ticul, Yucatan

TECOH TO TEKIT AND TICUL; BIKING THE TRANQUIL QUIET MAYAN BACK ROADS OF THE “GRUTA RUTA” by John M. Grimrud
Jane and I took a 7:20 AM departure from Mérida’s downtown 2nd class bus terminal at the corner of 50 and 67 with our Dahon folding bicycles stowed aboard. This was the beginning of our two day off the beaten path bicycle excursion, first by bus arriving at Tecoh at 9 AM.
Yucatan has a one-of-a-kind topography. This is where 65,000,000 years ago an event happened that drastically and forevermore altered life on this planet.
The meteoroid that impacted the earth struck the Yucatan with such an impact it brought about an ice age so abruptly that the dinosaurs were totally demised.
Read the following; T. Rex and the Crater of Doom by Walter Alvarez, (a good read)
National Geographic Magazine had several articles over the past 20 years
This impact formed the Chicxulub Crater whose epicenter was thirty kilometers north of Mérida and the after-splash of molten rock sent projectiles as far away as Belize and the Mexican state of Veracruz.
With that meteoroid impact the Yucatan peninsula became a geographical rarity with no rivers, only aguadas, cenotes and grutas…these are essentially the same thing but with different exposure to the earths surface.
Aguadas are open ponds near the surface.
Cenotes are sunken open ponds or sink-holes in the limestone rock.
Grutas are subterranean caves containing ponds.
Well, Jane and I will bike the zone of grutas and cenotes that I call the “Gruta Ruta”.
The following short story is told with captioned photos;
***
At Tecoh the new director of the grutas is Baldo Kugeh, above in his no-frills office. Last spring when Jane and I first discovered that the Tecoh director of tourism, Javier Francisco Acosta was busy developing an off-road bicycle route to 13 different area grutas we couldn’t wait to return to check it all out. Well, we discovered at the municipal building that our friend Javier was gone because the new governor makes it her practice to fire all employees and install her own group of cronies with their own agenda.
This is the quiet and tranquil “Gruta Ruta” with its conspicuous lack of motor vehicles.
Along the “Gruta Ruta” in the small town of Sabacché, this is one of the typical Mayan homes along the picturesque main street.
This is main street Sabacché where goats range peacefully free on the “Gruta Ruta”.
José Pech Ramirez, a resident of Sabacché struck up a conversation with us and soon we are all off to visit one of the recently improved grutas by bike traveling across an ancient “sacbe” Mayan road with local knowledge because there are no road signs.
As José Pech was speaking to us in his limited English his friends gathered across the road to observe the activities. Sabacché is more than just quiet, there is virtually no motor vehicle activity and the only business in town consisted of a molino to grind corn that had no tortillas and a small convenience store located in a Mayan thatched roof palapa. The people were more than just friendly, when I went to the Molino to try and buy a few tortillas for a snack I discovered that they only ground the corn to make masa. I spoke to them in Maya, and the lady asked me if I was hungry, I said yes. Even though they had no tortillas in a few minutes a little girl arrived in the park with tortillas and a big smile. We have always found that these wonderful people would freely share whatever they had.
As we ate our tortillas, free ranging turkeys came to visit pleading for a morsel.
This is the new stair leading down into the gruta/cenote and above is a palm thatched pavilion. This dense jungle setting has a mystical aura of fresh scented flowering foliage and only the exuberant sounds of wild birds singing. We arrived by way of an ancient Mayan sacbe road, (sacbe in Maya means white road and they were straight as a die, leveled and plastered smooth). Still in use and perhaps thousands of years old the sacbe road gave us an eerie and haunting sensation as we passed the way of countless generations through the pristine jungle way. This gruta is was part of the adjacent area settlement that includes the Mayan ruins of Mayapan which had more than 4,000 stone structures.
Here José ponders the gruta as he gives us a factual tour rich in area history. His grandmother is a Mayan medicinal woman or “curadura” knowledgeable in the local traditional herbs and other native plants. She is eager to share her years of knowledge with everyone. José invited us to his home for dinner, but we graciously declined because we still had more than 30 kilometers of biking ahead of us and once we eat heavy our bicycles just about refuse to move and our hammocks beckon us to repose.
On the main street of Sabacché this welding project is being carried out with a bare minimum of tools and equipment. Soon this spiral stairway will be installed in one of the nearby cenotes as this tourist project grinds along through political turmoil.
Along the “Gruta Ruta” road to Tekit this humblest of roadside chapels religiously keeps a candle burning.
This “Gruta Ruta” roadside chapel has a distinctive Mayan significance and is closely tied to the Caste War cult that worshiped the “Talking Cross” and symbolizes the three green crosses in their secret ceremonies. This cult religion sprang up back in the 1850s at Chan Santa Cruz know known as Felipe Carrillo Puerto and inspired the Maya to persist.
On the “Gruta Ruta” the distinct lack of motor vehicles is a real plus to us bikers who prefer the sound of the breeze in the trees and free birds singing.
This is Tekit our day’s destination after a bus ride to Tecoh and 47 kilometers by bicycle.
Tekit’s finest accommodations and only rooms for rent are at the no frills Posada Can Sacbe which in Maya means (camino de culebras) road of snakes.
After a long and lovely day of bicycle excursion we are delighted and richly rewarded with this ample Mayan style eating extravaganza of roast pork and black beans done to perfection and garnished with traditional sauces.
Lupita the owner, operator and culinary artist who prepared our delightful traditional Mayan style lunch with her ninety year old mother who still radiates her special beauty.

We silently rolled out of quiet little out-of-the-way Tekit early as the first patrons began opening the market and the last stars still glimmered overhead. On this next 30 kilometer leg of our bicycle excursion we left the small rolling hills of the “Gruta Ruta” and entered the area of the grander Puuc hills that extend across the southern part of the state of Yucatan. With only the two very small towns of Mama and Chapab along our way we enjoyed the open country of fresh air and wildflowers with dazzling iridescent morning glories decorating a perfect morning ride. (The ancient Maya, masters of herbal medicine used seeds of the morning glory to take psychedelic trips akin to LSD).
This is one of many Mayan Gods that are represented in statuary adorning the streets of Ticul at the foot of the Puuc hills where we boardrd a bus for home in Mérida and arrived in time for lunch ending a spectacular two day bike/bus out-back Yucatan get-a-way…stay tuned for more! For more adventures check out: http://bicycleyucatan.wordpress.com