World Traveller
June // 2014
Baby on board
With a new arrival just weeks away, yearning for an exotic (and easy) last hurrah, Liz Edwards and husband head to the Yucatán. It’s from here to maternity...
f Indiana Jones were here, he’d have leapt up the pyramid’s limestone blocks three at a time. Lara Croft might have swung in on a jungle creeper. Me? I just kept both hands and feet in contact with the stones as much as possible, trying not to look down, or sideways, at the narrowing ledge. Less dramatic, maybe, but I made it to the top – at 42m, the height of a 14-storey building – of the tallest of the Yucatán Peninsula’s Mayan pyramids. And the view was a bonus. As if I were on the prow of a great limestone ship sailing the oceans green, all I could see was horizon-filling jungle – glossy-leafed sapodillas, bristling acacias, starbursty chit palms – tufted with occasional wisps of smoke. But really my reason for tackling Nohoch Mul, the region’s only pyramid still open to clamberers, was because I’d been warned not to. I’m a stubborn old bird.
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