On our recent vacation, after visiting the awe-inspiring ancient Mayan ruins of Palenque, we decided to drive over to Misol-Ha, a set of waterfalls about 20 minutes up the mountains in the Mexican state of Chiapas. It’s a gorgeous drive, the world doesn’t get any more greener and lush.
While the entrances to Palenque are crawling with annoying vendors schlocking useless souvenirs, I guess the distance required to get to Misol-Ha keeps vendors away. There were none in the parking lot — the first good sign.
Then we walked by a set of adorable cabins, set deep in the jungle. Second good sign.
Then we walked up to this, and I lost my breath, and fell into a deep state of bliss:
I experienced some sort of weird body high at Misol-Ha. I struggle to explain it, except I felt incredibly happy, to the point that I was almost hyperventilating. I wanted to stay here, and I was immediately sorry that we hadn’t made reservations at the cabins next to the waterfall. I’d love to come back here, one day, hopefully soon. Especially because we hadn’t brought our bathing suits, and swimming is permitted here. IT DOESN’T GET MORE BEAUTIFUL.
As if this view isn’t splendid enough, visitors are allowed to walk behind the waterfalls. My little happy-high got ever higher when I was behind Misol-Ha, listening to the roar of the waterfall smash against the rocks, sending a mist over my body.
Apparently the water flow can really vary depending on the season — we happened to catch it at a peak time, right after a long week of rains. After checking out other videos posted by travelers, I realize we caught it at its most beautiful point — not too dry (the waterfall dries up to one trickle, and the pool below turns brown) and not too overflowing (the waterfalls overwhelm the pool, making it hazardous to be near).