Last Saturday, some of us went to a remote tiny pueblo called Apoala. We found it in the Lonely Planet (which called it the Shangri-la of Mexico – um.. yes, please) but none of the locals we asked had ever heard of it. We did not let this deter us though and we left early Sat morning on our Apoala Adventure.
It began with a taxi to the bus stop, an hour ride by van to Neochitxtan and then hiring two cabs to take us on a two-hour ride on a bumpy unpaved road to Apoala. We finally reached a beautiful vista and looked down on the quiet valley of Apoala, population 300 (yes, hundred). There is only one guesthouse in town with 3 rooms and there are no other restaurants or bars so the staff there cooked us lunch.
After lunch our guided tour began. Our guide had lived in south central LA for the past few years and could speak ‘some’ English, although surprisingly little for having lived there for so long. He first handed out hard helmets and flashlights for the caving portion. It was a bit more intense than any of us were expecting but very cool. The cave was filled with the squeaking of hundreds of bats that kept buzzing the tops of our heads. I kept telling myself the rope that I was clutching for dear life was just damp because it was humid.. not due to any bat droppings, of course. Afterwards, we hiked around the valley admiring the sheer cliffs and then headed to the waterfall. We went straight down to the bottom and a few brave souls in our group went in the water. The hike back up was fairly painful and I was regretting not jumping in the murky water when I had the chance.
That evening was the big championship soccer game – US vs. Mexico – but our guesthouse told us they didn’t get the channel. Our guide invited us to his house next door, a small concrete rectangle with two twin beds and a 12 inch TV. We all huddled around the small TV, cheering for Mexico (when in Rome) and listening to the donkey’s braying outside. It was definitely how you should watch an important Mexican soccer match.
After the big Mexico win, we stumbled back in the pitch black to the guest house and happily collapsed after a long day. Early the next morning we were woken up by the sounds of roosters crowing, dogs barking and an angry turkey gobbling away. An awesome Apoala adventure overall!
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