Our exploration of the Actun Tunichil Muknal (The Cave of the Crystal Sepulchre, known simply as ATM here in English-speaking Belize) in western Belize today inspired me to add a category of posts to Travel Past 50: “I’m Too Old for This Shit.”
When I expressed this sentiment to Kris, she corrected me. “Tom, you just hiked briskly for an hour and a half, waded a river three times, swam, rock climbed, and spelunked for almost four hours with no break. You just proved that you’re not too old for this shit.”
She told me I have to call the category “Never Too Old,” although my knees are screaming the contrary. Maybe I’ll call it “Never Too Old*.” The asterisk is for “Bring Lots of Ibuprofen.”
So, yes, we did just spend almost six hours kicking our own asses, and the verdict is, “Yes, it was worth it.”
The ATM cave was discovered in 1989 (by a PhD–which our guide Ian said was the definition of discovery in this part of the world. The fact that the locals always knew about it doesn’t count.) The short story of ATM: it is a sacred Mayan sacrificial site which was used infrequently from around 600 to 900 C.E. It’s a cave system to extends five kilometers into a hill side. The cave was formed by an underground river which still runs through it and which you will swim and wade through on your way to the sacrificial sites.
Then, after climbing out of the river up to an internal plateau that was the river bed a couple of thousand years ago (and can still occasionally get wet during particularly bad hurricanes) you’ll get close enough to touch Mayan pottery that was used in religious rituals, and almost close enough to touch (more on that later) human remains that anthropologists and forensic bone investigators believe were sacrificed to the gods here.
To get to the point of climbing up to relatively dry land, you swim a couple of times but mostly wade–sometimes in chest deep water–for about 45 minutes. You can do it in running shoes, which I did, but I recommend closed toe water shoes or sandals. (Swimming in running shoes sucks, by the way. If I had known what I was in for, I definitely would have bought the Keen water sandals instead of the open toed Chacos my last trip to REI.)
The wide sole running shoes were also mostly useless for gripping slippery rock as you were climbing or just feeling your way on perpetually treacherous round river rocks. But, sometimes you gotta dance with the shoes that brung ya. Or something like that.
Anyway, you wore helmets, with lights. Kris and I also attached our headlamps we always travel with for some extra illumination. They came in handy since they were pointed up more than the ones on the helmet so you could see ahead of you as well as just down in front of your next step. Believe me, you need the helmets. Mine saved me more than once as I folded my old inflexible self through minuscule low ceilinged passages that I never would have believed I could fit through. Then there was the time I slipped and fell on my ass and banged my head on the limestone floor.
After the wading, you have to remove your shoes and go either barefoot or in socks into the actual ritual areas. There you see what amounts to altar after altar with, in most cases, almost intact pottery left near the sacrificial fire as if it had happened yesterday. Some of the pots are large food receptacles, others are small serving dishes, but all represent offerings to the god of the cave, and supplication that he release water for the Mayans use during “bad times.”
According to the anthropologists theories, the Mayans entered the cave only infrequently and when “special measures” were called far. There is only evidence of around a score of rituals over the course of the 300 years the remote parts of the cave were used. There are also fourteen human skeletons in various states spread throughout the cave. Many of them are in remote caverns which are not open to tourists. However, you do see several from a distance of about a meter. Most, apparently, were sacrifices to the gods.
If you are interested in this sort of stuff, I recommend you get down here soon. My guess is that the ecosystem and the anthropologic evidence of the cave is being damaged more and more every day by the tromp of tourists. Although the cave guides, including our great guide Ian Burns, are adamant about staying within the boundaries marked by red tape, and never touching either geological or archeological rarities, the damage is inevitable. I’m guessing one day soon the government of Belize is going to close the site down to tourists.
Since last year, it’s prohibited to bring cameras into the cave. That rule is courtesy of an American tourist who, while leaning directly above a skull to get that last shot, dropped his camera and left a hole exactly the size of a digital camera in the remains that had previously lain undisturbed for at least 1100 years.
He then denied doing it. Asshole. If you want to see photos now, just Google “ATM Belize” and click images. There are lots of good ones. None of the big hole in the skull, however.
Some details: you should either stay in or near San Ignacio so you can start from the town with your guide sometime around 8 a.m. It’s a 45 minute drive, much of it over teeth bouncing road, to get to the car park within the preserve. You leave a change of clothes, your camera and anything valuable at the car park. From there, you have to hike about 45 minutes, including wading across a river three times, to the cave mouth. Drink water while you do it. There’s no water or food allowed in the cave itself. Just before the cave mouth, there’s a picnic area where you can leave your backpack, water, and lunch, for when you return. We paid $145 USD per person (not including tip) for the all inclusive tour, including all transport to and from the hotel, lunch, water. Ibuprofen was not included.
Another suggestion: ask your hotel to book you with guide Ian Burns, if possible. He was fantastic. He was expert in navigating novices through the cave–which, believe me, is important. Even better though: his knowledge of what you were looking at, both geologic and anthropologic, was extraordinary. He’s also quite funny.
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