I have been to Uaxactún several times, the most recent for 12 days. Although it doesn't have the grandeur of Tikal, I find it more beautiful and somehow more alive. As it is still relatively untouristed, I spent days wandering the ruins and many hours just listening and leaning against the remains of these ancient buildings. There are many birds to be heard in the mornings and later in the day. But there was something else there, something I had not heard since childhood. Silence. I listened to silence. I was struck by how unfamilar that sound was. I wondered if silence was the sound of the trees breathing.
Below, in the pueblo that is situated in the middle of the archeological sites, it is not totally quiet ,of course. Of course Uaxactún is more alive, content. Of course at night