COMING FACE-TO-FACE WITH THE MAYA APOCOLYPSE
“Peering to my left, I spied an inconspicuous sacbe, which forked to the southeast, away from the buzzing bicycles and taxis of the main road. Deserted and completely bypassed by all other tourists, it looked more like utility road reserved for “authorized personnel.” I examined my map hoping to identify the mysterious path. Indeed represented, it extended for more than a kilometer through a sea of white, free of any markings, until it dead-ended into what was labeled the Macanxoc Group.
Looking at Amanda with my finger still on the map, I raised my eyebrows and she replied simply with a slight side-tilt of her head and a few enthusiastic nods. It was a bit of a commitment, and there were literally no other travelers on the straight road for as far as my eyes could see. But I had few worries and the tranquility of the jungle was actually quite inviting.