Palenque you were short but sweet...

We arrived after 16 hour long journey looking like the sweaty disheveled gorj glam gals we constantly are. It was crazy humid and hot as we walked down a cobbled street to our hostel in the trees.

We quickly peeled off our BO bus attire, slicked back the matted hair and waltzed straight through the gorj restaurant attached to our hostel and to the 50% off shack up the road. The food was below average but for 50% off we felt like we absolutely nailed it #classictravlaarrrzz.

After having a look round our hostel, and Chelsea well and truly pissing off their pet parrots, we left the squeaking parrots behind us to venture out and explore the temples in the jungle.

After being sent in various directions by various people trying to have us pay them for tours, as of course being classic non Spanish speaking white girls we are easy targets, we finally got our tickets from the official desk and went into the archeological site.

I mean WOW. The ruins were set in the jungle and were insane! I felt like I was in the Jungle Book in King Louis kingdom. There were SO MANY ruins dotted around this site all in amongst the trees. You could hear parrots calling and we like to think we could hear monkeys (probably couldn't but sounds cool to say we could). Most of the steps to climb the temples were made for midgets and VERY slippy, especially in our flip flops. Safe to say as we crab walked down the steps looking like old ladies we did not blend into the majestic settings.

As we climbed up our last temple steps, convincing ourselves we would have Kim Kardashian butts by the end of the day, we made it to the most spectacular view of jungle overlooking Palenque. A definite "me Tarzan, you Jane" moment (obvs I was glam Jane). WE ALSO SPOTTED A HUGE IGUANA!!! Just chillin in the tree below us. We named him John and watched him strut around, posing and munching for a while. He was a great guy.

After returning back to the town in our run down mini bus with the side door being left open for 'air con' we made it back to the hostel feeling very cultured and accomplished. The kiwis then did a bloody work out! Absolutely mental. Safe to say I DID NOT join in. Then we headed to the nearest hotel pool.

The Pool man told us we HAD TO spend 120 pasos (£5) on beer for us to stay and swim. DAMN IT what an awful rule. Lol jokes we are yolo legends and love a cheeky bevy. We therefore spent the rest of the day drinking Corona and updating our snap chat stories #bassicbaesontour.

That's pretty much if for there. Beautiful jungle town with beautiful temples. Nailed it.

Now off to Campeche