Tuesday, April 18, 2023

Caracol Mayan Ruins


Yes I did make it all the way on my second attempt, this time as a happy passenger.  Rob drove five of us van travelers in his  four wheel drive van a Mercedes Sprinter of course . 

We aired down when we got off the asphalt and he never engaged four wheel drive on the 60 mile trip. He showed me how to use the tool that I also own but never had much confidence in when taking air out of the tires. He went down to 25 pounds on each all terrain tire. 

Rob softened his aftermarket Falcon shock absorbers and drove confidently at 25 to 30 miles per hour over ground I crawled along the previous day at ten miles per hour. I should have air down when we drove this road! 

I suppose I should point out that upon inspection the section of road that had persuaded me to turn back wasn’t as bad as it looked. Layne said, with some justification that had we been in Mexico getting help had we got stuck would have been a chance to meet new friends and party whereas in Belize it would have been an opportunity to scalp us so not risking it was we believe, still the wise choice. I have to say I was delighted to be a passenger and listen to Rob dealing with the potholes. That section see from below driving back. Not so bad. 

The drive was uneventful but did get wooded and prettier the closer we got to Caracol.



Caracol was discovered in 1938 by a logger looking for sky table mahogany. He informed the resident British Archaeologist who brought a professor from the University of Pennsylvania to explore the site. Later the university paid to have the last ten miles to the site paved -no idea why!- and much of that pavement is still there. 

And it is being prepared for widening and proper paving. In two years the road is expected to be widened and surfaced and ready for serious traffic. Belize is in competition now with Tikal in hostile Guatemala to cash in on tourist dollars. 

Entry to the park is $7:50 US per person and the ticket clerk told me he works ten days and lives here then gets four days off at home. It is an isolated spot powered with solar and no cell or WiFi signals naturally. 

I asked if dogs were allowed, a question which confused the clerk and I was left with the impression that there is no prohibition but the question flustered him as he said there were a lot of visitors yesterday. I would have leashed Rusty and walked him in with a big smile and no fuss but I was simply seeking information as Rusty and Loki (Rob and Mandy’s dog) were back at San Miguel Campground with Layne who volunteered to stay behind with them. She knew I really wanted to see Caracol. And I did. 

You are completely free to walk climb and inspect anything anywhere with no restrictions. I can guarantee in a few years when the paved road is completed all that will change. I expect hotels and eco lodges rules and regulations. If you want to see Caracol before that happens lane your trip now. I loved it. 

It’s a small area that is still mostly to be uncovered. 95% of this city of 200,000 people is yet to be logged and cleared. You could walk all of the public area of Caracol in a half hour if you ignored the magnificence. But of course none of us did. 

Mayan culture is a giant black hole. People confidently tell us about Mayan ceremonies and label buildings but I have never seen too much energy devoted to talking about Mayan life.  The museum at Chetumal was a great help and I directed our traveling companions to check it out but these vast impressive monuments don’t talk. 

There is no coherent explanation for the name of this place. “Caracol” means snail or spiral in Spanish. Some say the man who discovered this place thought the approach road required a roundabout route which makes no sense today. Others say the Mayans had a spiral view of life and death similar to a conch shell.  Neither explanation makes sense to me but that’s my problem.  





You’ve heard of Tikal in Guatemala and the Government of Belize is determined to match their fame. This place is going to become known do I was doubly keen to get here now. A thousand years ago Caracol was in life and death struggle with its rival Tikal but in the end around 1250AD Caracol won and Tikal started its decline while Caracol became ascendant. Yet nowadays Guatemala is taking in the big bucks just fifty miles from here. 

It was no easy thing to climb these buildings. I climbed the tallest and came to the conclusion the Maya must have been eight feet tall. The steps are huge, so I took them one at a time  thanking god  I had my walking stick to lean on as I stepped up. Thank you Mandy of @Out_of_Ipswich, co-pilot of the 4x4 Sprinter van for the photo of me concentrating on climbing the main Caana building. 

A fine place for a rest with splendid views. 

Rob our driver strolling up. Oh to be 35 again! 

The views. 

There’s a hidden city out there slowly being cut back by archaeologists led by the University of Central Florida. 



Guatemala is just a few miles over there, and they think this is their turf. There are armed Belizean troops on the grounds as we shall see. 



Like I said you can wander anywhere at will. It felt like an immense privilege, completely unsupervised. I loved the trust implied by such bureaucratic generosity. 

One employee led me to this tomb and in  I went.  

Damp cool dark and silent. 



The employee in question is shown below in the maroon shirt running down the steps in clumsy rubber boots. 





























There were soldiers scattered around in pairs. Bandits crossed from Guatemala early this century and threatened researchers employees and tourists in this National Park that abuts the border itself. 

For a few years the Army escorted visitors each morning and convoyed vehicles back out each afternoon but that’s no longer necessary.  I found it reassuring to see soldiers quietly keeping an eye on things. 



For some reason Maya civilization collapsed in 950AD after a couple of thousand years of building a civilization across Guatemala, Belize and Southern Mexico. Then they packed up and disappeared. The leading theory says they ran out of water. By the time the Spaniards arrived with loot on their minds these cities were covered in forests and forgotten. Just another mystery. 

Below I took a photo through the trees to the South Acropolis standing next to the Mayan water reservoir. That’s the area of bright green weeds in the foreground. 

The South Acropolis is two buildings facing each other. 

One of the guides is the great grandson of Rosa Mai the logger who first saw these ruins in 1938. The story below I found on caracol.org. 

Below you can see our starting point at San Miguel Campground and our destination. You can also see Tikal and the Guatemalan border which is a dotted line as it’s in dispute officially as Guatemala claims Belize. 

I added a topographic representation to show the hills. Most of the area is around 1700 feet across what is called the Pine Mountain Ridge. Temperatures last night after a rainstorm fell to the mid 60s, good sleeping in a van! Blancaneaux is a Francis Ford Coppola resort  and very nice it is too with its own airstrip at $600 a night if you need to sleep in luxury. 

Layne had made me a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch and we sat down to eat after the walking and climbing and playing. 

Caracol is isolated but there were quite a few visitors who braved the gruesome road including our van.  

It’s a tidy civilized spot that greets you to this wonderful place, a pleasant surprise after the rough lonely road. 





And there it is, the elderly paved road crumbling away for the first ten miles back. 

It was a rainy dreary day. 



I struggled to get a few panoramic shots from the passenger seat of the Sprinter. I found the seat not very comfortable compared to my Promaster. 



We drove to Blancaneaux Lodge a few miles past the entrance to our campground. 

The plan was to have a pizza night. Layne wanted olives and Italian sausage; it was delicious. 

I had a glass of Coppola Chardonnay as I waited. I caught Mandy and Rob in the background waiting for their pepperoni pie. 

It’s a nice place if you want to drink the money. The WiFi is fast and a huge generator feeds all the usual middle class comforts we see as luxuries in these isolated spots. 



We went home to San Miguel at $30 US for the two of us for one night. We had pizza, a campfire and mescal and conversation as the rain came down on our awning. 

A great day. I don’t usually recommend destinations but this one I do and soon. It will be a great memory. 

Sunday, April 16, 2023

San Miguel Campground

My favorite spot in Belize, $30 US and worth it.
They don’t have electricity to plug in, Starlink has trouble getting a signal thanks to the pine tree cover, the showers are only cold. But there are no sounds here and with only five camp spots you have all the privacy you could want. Welcome to San Miguel Campground in the Pine Ridge Reserve, 1700 feet above sea level and not too humid.  

Crossing into Guatemala is best done on a weekday as weekends see banks close at the border and getting local currency is a hassle, especially as Guatemalan officials want to be paid in Quetzals (8 to the US dollar) and we’ve been told you end up riding taxis to get everything sorted. So we’ll cross Monday or Tuesday  if Layne will agree to sit still for an extra day. 

We used this as a base to try to visit the Mayan ruins at Caracol thirty miles from here. 


The Government of Kuwait, of all people has funded the paving of the road to Caracol to the tune of twenty million dollars at two percent over thirty years. 

The pavement goes a couple of miles past San Miguel campground but work is continuing to complete pavement all the way to the Mayan ruins. They say it should be finished in two years. Then you can expect Caracol to be swarmed by tourists.  

In Mayan history about 600 years ago Caracol got into a war with Tikal in Guatemala and Caracol won, which victory started a decline in Tikal’s population. Caracol is in the process of being uncovered and is believed to be the largest Mayan city known. The attraction was irresistible. 

The pavement is still being laid but soon enough we found the construction, a huge bridge which forced us into dirt as we drove underneath the arches. 

We thought we would be alone on the road as it was barely eight in the morning. 

It didn’t look bad to start with. There was some washboard which slowed us down in places. We averaged ten miles an hour picking our way through the sand.  

We argued the meaning of the sign; Layne thought it meant beware wild turkeys though my vote obviously was a warning to keep an eye out for peacocks. We never did find out who was right. 

I’d seen the bridge below in photos and the thought of driving it had given me palpitations I will admit. 

It turned out is wider than it looks so even though there are no guardrails you aren’t actually near the edge. 

You can see the original cement structure but the current one is quite solid and is easy to negotiate. It should be superseded by a real road bridge soon. 

Belize has tons of water even in dry season. Quite picturesque too so we stopped partway to take a picture from the bridge, we were that comfortable. 

Partway there is a military base, a forestry office and supposedly a campground which you can pay for in advance if you want to spend the night there. 

The Belize Defence Force is stationed here to protect travelers. The Guatemalan border is nearby and armed incursions became commonplace in the first years of this century threatening tourists. The army then organized convoys from De Silva to Caracol however these days the threat seems have dissipated and Guatemala’s claim to Belize is being argued in court. 

We stopped, waited, sounded our horn and drove on when no soldier appeared. 

Just another day in Belize where things may or may not work. 

Pretty soon we came to signs of renewed road widening. 

Bambi crossing? Slippery highway? The road signs seemed really random. 

We met road workers, trucks crossed paths with us and logging trucks stormed past in a cloud of dust forcing us to stop and wait for visibility to return.



It got busier later in the morning as other tourists started to appear well after us early birds. We were the slowest vehicle on the road to Caracol. 



I love asphalt. Driving dirt is a pain and check out this teeth juddering washboard: 



More crappy bridges but by now it was obvious the huge logging trucks crossed these things at speed so our 9,000 pounds weren’t at risk. I still took them slowly and carefully. 

This was as far as we got but I looked down into the valley and I got a twist in my chest. What if we couldn’t get back up? Bear in mind photos never show the real angle on inclines and this stretch was  steep deep and rutted.  I stopped. And looked. 

If you have been following this page you know what I did next. We turned around as I just couldn’t see getting us stuck at the bottom of this hill. Disappointing yes but the idea of needing a tow to get back up this hill in our heavily loaded Promaster was too much to contemplate. Mark this down as the second time in 72,000 miles we needed four wheel drive. Most likely we could have made but what if..? 

We were two and a half hours into the drive so we stopped at the forestry station for lunch. I took Rusty for a walk that he really enjoyed down a side road while Layne made a grilled ham and cheese sandwich. 





It was hot and still, over 95 degrees, and I was surprised Rusty wanted to keep walking. Off we went. Then after lunch I checked out the old buildings abandoned to the grasses. 





From there we drove into San Ignacio as a young couple we had met in Mexico were heading north from Guatemala via Belize, the country with no free public education system. That still boggles my mind. 

Celebrating 40 years of independence and not a waste recycling system in sight. 

Rob and Mandy were a sight for sore eyes. Just another couple of Americans driving a van, a four wheel drive Sprinter from New England. 

Oh and their fridge is broken. I was delighted to be able to direct them to  a potential repair technician. Clearly I’ve spent too long in Belize. However I am glad to be sharing my favorite campground with them in the trees at San Miguel.