Let's start at the beginning...
The one and only thing I desperately wanted to do in Mexico was go to Chichen Itza. I suppose it's the nerd in me, but I have always loved history, and especially the Mayan, Incan, and Atzec cultures. Unfortunately, the only days the hotel was running tours were days that I couldn't go because of the wedding activities. So, on day one, while in downtown Cancun, I stumbled upon a tour company that was offering a tour on Sunday to Chichen Itza. It was $40 for transportation, a buffet lunch, and admission. In addition to Chichen Itza they would be stopping at Ik Kil Cenote. A "Cenote" is a sinkhole. Ik Kil was only a few miles from Chichen Itza, we would stop, explore, and get to swim. When we got there I was amazed at how beautiful it was. The sinkhole was 175ft from the surface. You walked down a stone staircase to the base, where the water was.
There were beautiful waterfalls cascading into the cenote, as well as the ability to cliff dive.
This is from the bottom of the cenote, looking up to the ground level. Absolutely beautiful...
Well, when I found out we could cliff dive I was all for it. I have been cliff diving before, when I lived in Austin, and I loved it.The cliff in the cenote was 30 feet, tall enough to be "scary", but short enough to ensure that plenty of people would still jump.
You can see the place were people are jumping from...
So I jumped. I hit the water, and popped back up. Before I knew it people were pointing to my forehead. I looked at them questioningly... Did I have something on my face? I put my hand to my forehead and then I felt it... I took a look at my hand... my forehead was bleeding. I hadn't even felt anything. I climbed out of the cenote and held my hand to my head for awhile. It didn't hurt, and after a few minutes of pressure the bleeding seemed to stop.
I decided to jump again. I NEEDED a picture of me jumping for my new facebook profile pic.
I climbed back up the 30 feet, this time when I jumped I held my hand to my face. I hit the water again. I popped back up. My cut had started bleeding again, but it wasn't too bad.
I decided to jump again. I NEEDED a picture of me jumping for my new facebook profile pic.
I climbed back up the 30 feet, this time when I jumped I held my hand to my face. I hit the water again. I popped back up. My cut had started bleeding again, but it wasn't too bad.
And I climbed back out again. I was happy that was over. The second jump is WAY scarier than the first, because you know what to expect. I but I had my picture... so I thought...
Turns out my cameraman didn't catch my jump. I was ticked, but I NEEDED that picture. So, I decided to jump again.
Standing at the top of the cliff for my third jump, I was kinda out of breath at this point but I was determined...
See the splash at the bottom? That's me. My cameraman missed the picture again. Also, this time when I hit the water I didn't cover my face, and my cut split open some more. This time, I felt it. I think I tore it open a bit more than it already was. I put my hand to my head, I was bleeding... a lot. I climbed out again, this time the lifeguard guy spotted me. I allowed him to bandage up my head.And even though this is an AWFUL picture of me, I'll post it. My cameraman was "kind" enough to take pictures of me getting bandaged up, something to remember the trip by... other than the three inch long cut above my right eye.
All in all, I'd do it again. Yeah, I'm kind of a badass. I love cliff diving, and a gash on my forehead isn't going to stop me. Plus, it makes for kind of an awesome story.