I didn’t really know what a cenote was when we arrived in Chichen Itza in the middle of the Yucatan. I had skimmed over a mention of them in the Mexico guide book and dismissed it as something we wouldn’t have time for. My husband and I were here to explore the ruins after all.
We visited Chichen Itza early in the morning which was perfect as there was no one else around and we also avoided the midday heat this way.
The Group of the Thousand Columns was very impressive as well as the iconic El Castillo with serpants at its feet.
This wasn’t the first time I had visited the ruins. I have a photo of me as a toddler at the top of the Templo de Chac Mool, sitting on his statue. This time, the temple was roped off so I was unable to climb to the top to replicate the picture.
I liked the platform of the Jaguars and Eagles and the stone ring in the ball court was huge. We found noughts and crosses made out of stones, the Market and the High Priest’s grave.
The crumbling roof of the Observatory was a sight to see and the Church was very interesting as it had the most detailed stone carvings.
After half a day in the heat walking the ruins, the tour buses arrived and we decided it was time to vacate.
Back at the hotel swimming pool, we met an American couple travelling with their grandson. Starved for younger conversation, the boy started telling us about this fantastic cenote over the road that was featured on the Red Bull high diving competitions- and you could even swim in it.
You can swim in cenotes?! This idea was getting more appealing, especially now that we had half a day to spare. So we thanked him for his advice and gathered our bathing attire.
Paying our entry fee at the Cenote Ik Kil main gates, we realised that there were lots of locals around too- always a good sign that it must be good!
We walked down to the top of the cenote and peeked down into the largest gaping hole in the ground I have ever seen. Vines were growing around the circumference of the hole, reaching down towards the dark waters below.
Excited, we started climbing down the long windy staircase into the cenote.
Reaching the bottom, we disrobed and got in line to go in. American boys were ogling Brazilian girls in their g-strings and trying to pretend they weren’t looking, not very successfully.
To get into the cenote, you could take a ladder or climb up a shorter staircase to jump in. Remembering that I had read that cenote’s are very deep, I opted for the ladder.
The water was beautifully cold and clear and there were many black fishes swimming around exploring.
It was a great way to cool off after our day of sight-seeing and I am so glad that we found time to go in depth for this amazing experience.