I did not sleep well. I woke up like three times in thee night and had to go to the bathroom twice, and for some reason, at about three or four in the morning our neighbors’s chickens and roosters start making lots of loud noises which woke me up and kept me awake because the earplugs that I had put in the night before had fallen out and the sole candle we had burning had been extinguished. In the night a friendly cat, Coco, that belonged to the man that owned the place that we were staying on, had snuck into the building and slept on Kieran’s pillow, because that might be where he normally hangs out.


Breakfast for me was a small bowl of cereal, and as we had planned the night before, we set out to go to Coba, or Cobaha, or “choppy water”, in english. We hired a guide to take us into the first part of the ruins, and we would do the rest on bike. Our guides name was Juan, a descendant of the mayan people, and he proved it by showing us the shape of his nose compared to the nose of a mayan king. He told us about the ball court, where the players played by trying to hit a seven pound ball with only their shoulders, hips, knees, and elbows. He told us about mayan history, the arrival of the spaniards, and more including the labor of the upper class and the lower class, and how they shape the babies skulls if they are in they are in the royal family or just simple workers. If a baby was a worker, a servant, they would press in the forehead with wooden boards so that it had a flat forehead to help with a strap that would go across their head to help them carry rocks, and to show that they were servants, and that they would always be. If they were part of the royal family, they would shape the heads to be very tall, to stretch towards the gods, and to symbolize a corn on the cob.



We rode around on bicycles, to see watchtowers, mayan art and the biggest temple ever were you could see the whole jungle for a very long ways. The big temple had 102 steps leading up to the the top, and seven layers, the mayans would build one layer every 52 years.



After that we went to an underground cenote the choo-ha cenote, were you could swim in clear freshwater and climb natural rock structures, stalagmites and stalactites, with water changing depth all around, and a long yellow rope strechng across the middle in which you could sit and try to stand on.



Then we went home to relax and read and play games and eat dinner and fall asleep.