Carlos set a brisk pace which I was happy with as I was concerned about missing our only bus of the day but Karla was not so happy. We followed along by the river for almost all of the way. Karla got used to the pace after a while and before long we were at the halfway point where we met with Oscar, a guide from Amatlan who was waiting for us.
The scenery we were now passing through were absolutely incredible. My camera barely stop clicking but I couldn’t do it any justice. I have travelled a lot but this scenery was beyond anything I had seen. Sheer cliff faces covered with trees, themselves laden with lovely moss. In the midst of it a waterfall tumbles down. We were passing through the descent of the jaguar Oscar told us, though jaguars only came to the river to drink, then left this area. We ascended on the other side through the less exciting sounding “Ascent of the Donkey”. The area now was dense with cactuses, and such a range and variety as we had not seen anywhere else. Tiny blue butterflies and small and large butterflies filled the air. I was sure I was dreaming (though not jogging!).
As we reached Amatlan Oscar explained the origins of the village whereby the original spot chosen was tormented by an enormous eagle that stole chicken and from which babies and small children were not safe. Their ancestors had no weapons and so moved to a more protected spot (which came to be known as Amatlan) while they worked on a solution. They made a form of crossbow and one brave villager went to take on the eagle and returned victorious. As we walked into the village an eagle appeared on queue and glided lazily over the village. We walked into the village, found the centre where the bus would pass, and said goodbye to Amatlan. Our bus came after a short while and we were back on wheels through the Oaxacan countryside.