It was quite the journey to get there, but definitely worth traversing over the seemingly endless topes that popped up every one hundred feet as the uber ride crawled ever close to our destination. The bus was a consideration originally, but having a roomy backseat all to ourselves was (almost) priceless. We eventually did get to our destination and before the crowds became too oppressive.
Upon arrival it was a simple matter of finding a competent guid to show us around. Guides we found. Competence we did not. Perhaps that is a little harsh. The one we chose did do his best to stretch out his limited knowledge and make us feel that we were getting some value for our pesos. He even took us on a short detour to explore a gift shop. We were encouraged to fill our backpacks with flavored tequila and local trinkets. I took a pass.
The flats were fine, but the real reward lay in climbing to the top of the pyramids.
It was hard to get away from the merch sellers. We were assaulted with peddlers before we even took our first steps. They were pretty relentless. If you were into haggling you could probably get some good deals, but I felt a little too much pressure to try to decide if it was a good value right there on the spot. I was fine with waiting till we got back to CDMX to splash out on tchotchkes. I made an exception for ice cream. It was not something that could be put off till later. It was essential to cool and coat our dusty throats after our touristic exertions.
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