I swear our guide had built in binoculars because the entire time he was spotting creatures I could barely see even when he had pulled closer. Us and the two other couples joked that we partaking in the legitimate version of Disneyland's Jungle Cruise, some adventurers right? But it's true, every thirty seconds our guide would point out a rare bird, or a manatee, a monkey or even a crocodile! He also pulled us close to a tree to zero in on a few camouflage bats (see if you can find them in the photos above), which of course flew directly into my face and naturally I screamed. He thought it was hilarious, it sort of was.
Once we made it to the ruins I was in awe. The jungle canopy arched in sections like mini-mountains, and for miles, however not due to the ground's formation but because of numerous unearthed Mayan ruins. We walked along the park, watched tucans, listened to the howler monkeys, and admired the Mayan masterpieces, just our small group... the entire place to ourselves. At the largest temple, a whopping 103 ft tall, we were invited to climb to the top at our own risk. Typically, I am not a fan of heights, but when in Rome or Belize rather. The face was so steep the locals had included a rope to assist climbers as if we were scaling some rock at Zion. Turns out we needed it. When I reached the top, I admit I was nervous, but equally satisfied. A. Because I conquered my fear, but more importantly B. because I could see the entire Belizean jungle canopy. What a sight. I'll spare you the similes and metaphors as I could go on and on about this day, and instead leave this post to three paragraphs, 22 photos, and your imagination to fill in the blanks. But believe me when I tell you, this excursion is what made our trip unforgettable.