We leave Cancun for a several-day loop when in each stop Mayan ruins stand. But on the way and to cut down the stifling heat of the day, a network of water-filled sinkholes fed by subterranean rivers offers a bath of salutary coolness. The area around the town of Valladolid gathers three of the most beautiful cenotes, the cenote Zaci in the heart of the city, the cenote Dzitnup Xkeken where the stalactites are reflected in the calm and pure waters of the grottoe and the cenote Samula where a light shaft gushes out from the ceiling and a poplar, settled at the edge of this hole, lets its roots gliding over several meters down to the sapphire-tinted water.
On the road to Chichen Itza, we divert from this aquatic pleasures once for the Balankanche grottoes. This long dimly-lit cavity seeps under the ground in a overheated atmosphere. We end this subterranean stroll by diving again into another cenote, the Ik Kil one, a genuine natural swimming pool where the surrounding wall doesn't array itself in blue mosaics but a smooth rock inlaid with moss and thin hanging roots.
Keyword - in another world -
Thursday 13 November 2008
bathing into the northern cenotes
By dorian on Thursday 13 November 2008, 13:44 - RTW2-Mexico
Wednesday 5 November 2008
turtles and green sand
By dorian on Wednesday 5 November 2008, 17:28 - RTW2-Hawaii
Big Island brings its lot of surprises. On the south coast, we make a detour to stroke the black sand of the Panu'ulu beach. But today, peaceful denizens besieged the place, 4 green turtles lounge. An intimate moment and a noticeable chance to see them so close after observing them underwater many times. With a terrible effort, contrasting with their graceful swimming, they heave themselves up onto the beach. The bottom of their shell and their feet leave a furrow into the dark sand. Exhausted, they let their heavy head freely go to one side and don't pay attention at the onlookers who came to marvel at.
I don't want to leave any longer but Cho and Hé would like to discover the south point of the island which is also the southernmost tip of the USA. After several pictures, we park our Jeep and walk eastwards. Three quarters of an hour to get to a beach. But why walking such a time to see a strip of sand while magnificent crescents scatter all around the island ? Because this beach is special, made of olivine crystals for most of it. And far from the common colours of a common beach, here, the sand is... green! I collect a handful of this precious blend and make the particles shimmer in the sun and no doubt, it's really green! However, the state forbids the sand-collectors to draw this precious jewel, it will cost a 500$ fine. We spread out our towels on this greenish ground and carry on perplexedly watching at this weird sand.
Sunday 2 November 2008
When the Kilauea volcano expresses itself
By dorian on Sunday 2 November 2008, 08:17 - RTW2-Hawaii
I change island to complete the kaleidoscope of discoveries of the Hawaiian archipelago. I get to the largest of them, the island of Hawaii. To avoid the mix-up with the archipelago or state name, it was rechristened without great originality, The Big Island. This emerged land is a mixture of superlatives, geological quirks and visual pleasures. Thinking that on an island hardly larger than Corsica, we can find the most active volcano in the world where its lava pours into the ocean for over 20 years increasing the area with more than 150 hectares and making of Big Island, the youngest land on earth; to that, another volcano, the Mauna Loa, is the tallest mountain in the world if we take into account its base nestled in the abyssal depths ; and to complete the list, on this volcanic outcrop, we can find 11 out of the 13 climatic areas which govern the planet, the largest telescope in the world, turtles that linger on black sand or even a green sand beach we can lay down a towel on...
I meet again my friend Cho and his girlfriend who have rented a Jeep Wrangler for these few days. Without waiting, we dash towards the volcanoes national park to eyewitness the damages caused by the Kilauea volcano, endlessly erupting from the middle of the 80's. The huge caldera where smokes leak from the bowels of the earth stretches a few steps away from the entrance. No sign of vegetation around, everything is charred. It's only in the background that ferns and scrub breakthrough the volcanic crust here and there. We take the road which goes down to the sea. Thousands of shrubs and bushes intertwine in a compact and impenetrable forest. But successive flows reshaped the local geography, such as a gigantic candle whose charcoal grey paraffin would have melted on the scenery. Down the valley, the road fades, the hardened lava covered the tar mac, we get off the car to step on this cracking ground, an end-of-the-world illusion where the Earth won the game against the human being.
In some places, the lava shaped tunnels it's possible to visit today. The approach blends in the surreal scenery, myriads of shrubby ferns flank the path. That's hardly believable to think that, about a hundred meters away, a desolate and still inapt for life land rises.
We get to the other side of the park to witness the current flow which merges with the ocean, freeing a thick smoke. But for that, we must skirt the volcano because the coast road was completely ravaged by the magmatic discharge of Kilauea. En route, still-protected areas let us catch a glimpse at the kind of vegetation which decorated the land before the lava buried this ephemeral beauty.
Before moving to another scenery, our last encounter with the volcanoes park will be a stroll within one of the calderas, the Kilauea Iki trail. An explanatory brochure makes us be aware that under this purportedly solid and stable ground, the heart is still hot and only 50 years ago, this flat and blackish expanse was bubbling in a lava lake. People got off luxury liners to enjoy it. The scientists saw an unheard-of opportunity to study the lava, the speed and way of how it solidified. We stay long minutes in the crater, a hint of supernatural for an extraordinary interlude in my traveler's life.
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