The next morning we were up well before the dawn. Our guide was going to take us back to Cockscomb for a morning bird expedition. Belize has a reputation of having a plethora of beautiful birds. I was hoping to see toucans, aracaris and motmots. Seeing a wild macaw would have been a super bonus treat. Unfortunately, Cockscomb again was a disappointment. We did see some birds, but they were at a great distance. If it had not been for the keen eyes of our guide, we wouldn't have spotted any of these birds. I was impressed at how our guide was able to identify distant birds so quickly, it is obvious that a life time of experience has made the birds familar to him.
Cockscomb was hot and muggy, it had rained in the night. Thank goodness we had the guide to drive us up to the reserve, because the road was a muddy rut worthy of four-wheel vehicles.
We got back to Tutzilmah about noon, and tried to decide what to do with rest of our day. Should we go to Palencia? What I really wanted to do was visit the Mayan ruins at Lubaantun, even though they looked pretty far away on the map (in Belize, you can't drive fast on their roads.) We decided we would try for the ruins, and I am glad we did. The highway turned out to be mostly straight and well paved, we did not get stuck behind slow trucks. The last seven miles were up a gravel road, but we followed the signs and made it to Lubaantun.
I am really glad we want to Lubaantun. For one thing, it is peaceful and pleasant. Lubaantun is located on the top of a hill that receives cooling breezes from the sea. There were tall shady trees all over the sight. For another thing, the place was deserted. Yes, we got there relatively late in the day, but there were no other tourists there while we were visiting. The temples are nicely restored. It was a beautiful place. Finally, the caretaker at the desk was a tremendously interesting guy. He told us all about ceramic figures that the Lubaantun citizens used to make. Apparently, Lubaantun would mass produce whistles and figures and trade them with other Mayan cities. The caretaker was recreating how the whistles were made so that he could make whistles today using the same techniques as the ancient Mayans.
It was dark before we got back to Tutzilnah. On our way back, we stopped at a roadside restaurant called the Mayan King Bar and Grill. Nobody there spoke English, but by pointing at the menu we were able to order two burritos and two cokes for $10 USD.
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