The ball court at Coba was definitely more like a basketball court than like the football field at Chichen Itza.
Sequoia and Arly, master and mistress of Mayan ruins
A Mayan arch.
The Watchtower, the second tallest structure.
Nohoch Mul, the tallest pyramid at Coba.
Mama climbing up.
The view from the top.
The view looking down
No handrails again, but there was an old ship's rope laid on the steps. I did an awkward side-step descent down the sketchiest sections, leaning over to hold the rope with one hand, my big ass pointed straight up in the air. I was wearing a neon green rain coat and you probably could see me from Cancun.
We hiked the two kilometers in to the pyramid, but by the time we finished the climb I was wet, muddy, sore as hell and trembling all over from our crazy adventures. Instead of hiking back out, we hailed one of the many pedicabs that cruise around the sacbes of Coba. Pity the poor young man who had to haul us.
From Coba we drove to Tulum. Finally the beach.