We decided then to leave Bacalar and head for the mother of all ruins: Chichen Itza. The plan was to head Northwest to Valladolid, spend the night, wake up early to head West to Chichen Itza, then head Southeast, hit Coba, and end up in Coby's favorite at that point, Tulum. The road to Valladolid was small and eventful. We did pass a jail. We did pass a craft store of things made at the jail. We did pass a military checkpoint but not before their thorough inspection of mini-G (my new travel guitar.) And for as big as Valladolid was, it was quiet and pretty boring. We did however find humor in a literal translation on a menu... if perro is a dog, perrito is a little dog, burro is a donkey, what is a burrito? Just read the menu!