Usually when we arrive at a new campground we follow the wagon master in and he assists all of us one at a time in maneuvering into our parking spots. As soon as the tail gunner is in the vicinity he leaves his rig and assists with parking as well. Getting 19 rigs into a campground is a challenge under the best of circumstances, but in Mexico you never have the best of circumstances. But sooner or later, there we all are. But today they were REALLY worried about the campground at Chichen Itza. They drafted a special strategic plan like a coach preparing his team for the Super Bowl.
The fifth wheels (trucks pulling a trailer like us) and the Class A's without dinghies (bus-like vehicles not towing cars behind them) left at 8am with the tail gunner. The second group, all Class A's with dinghies, left at 9. The campground is surrounded by an unforgiving stone wall and has a few trees, but most importantly, is much too small for a herd of behemoths like us. The wagonmaster was worried that someone else had been allowed to park in our campground despite the fact that we had reserved the whole thing, but we have the place to ourselves. We 5th wheels were smooshed into the corners and rushed to unhitch our trucks and drive them out of the campground to make way for those who came after. The Class A's unhitched their dinghies on the street so they could come in without the extra length. I can put my hand out the window and touch the rig next to us. Someone else is tucked up against the tongue of our hitch. The whole operation took about three hours in the 94º sun. It will be interesting to see how we all get out of here again. On a brighter note this campground is affiliated with the motel next door and has a great swimming pool. Mexicans do not heat their pools and thus far only another polar bear and I have done much swimming, but in today's heat, this was where we all settled. Even those most anxious to take advantage of every moment sight seeing, were seen bobbing in the welcome, cool water.
While this campground purportedly has electricity and water, none of the water spigots have handles; you could use a wrench to open them. So far our drinking water strategy has not worked out too well. The osmosis unit we used most of our way through western Mexico two years ago, requires a fairly constant, robust flow to push through the membrane to produce the clean water. Only two campgrounds we have stayed in thus far fit the bill. Electricity is also perplexing. As the second unit to park today we had enough to run the air conditioner, but as more and more rigs came in we've gone from 120 volts down to about 90. As different air conditioner compressors cycle on and off the current ebbs and flows, so sometimes we can get the air a bit cooler before another brown out begins. What a country!
As a navigationally impaired person, I have found using our GPS a life saver. For this caravan the trip company has produced logs that tell us turn by turn where to go with mile markers notated. That's fine if you make all the turns correctly, but if you don't, then what? Ken tried to purchase maps of Mexico for the GPS before we left, but none have been made because current maps are not accurate. We bought a map book that helps, but it sometimes shows important sights like major ruins on the wrong side of the road. Major roads are pretty well sign posted, but not always. Out of habit I run the GPS because it has major roads in a haphazard sort of way. You can see in the photo that the GPS coordinates show us driving through the ocean. What a country!