It bothers me when I hear something or somebody referred to as a “legend” and I’ve never heard of them. However, this situation occurs with enough frequency that, at least in some cases, I should probably consider that the fault may be inside myself, that I’m just not up enough on all the legends.
Artist’s Impression
This is the story of the legendary city of Ciudad Blanca, which, you may have guessed, I had never heard of before. It’s a cool legend, though, of a treasure filled city in the Guatemalan jungle, probably a relic of the ancient Mayan civilization, which was already long gone by the time Europeans arrived.
Maybe it is and maybe it isn’t. Maybe the writers of legends (and this could be a good one – throw in an ancient curse, a tough guy, a villain who dies horribly thus showing the power of the curse, a backup villain and a couple of hot jungle babes and you’ve got yourself a blockbuster) are confusing Ciudad Blanca with El Dorado, or maybe this is not Ciudad Blanca at all, but East Ciudad Blanca, or Nuevo Ciudad Blanca, or Qapiatu, Ciudad Blanca’s cross jungle rival.
That’s the thing with legends. Once you’ve actually located them and put names on them, then they aren’t legends any more. If Bigfoot were ever discovered, he would just be a sad, and endangered, animal. If the Loch Ness monster is found, scientists will be falling all over themselves to classify it and give it a proper Latin name, but it won’t be the mysterious Loch Ness monster any more.
So, now that this ancient city has been found, let the excavations begin and whatever the gravediggers find, it will be wonderful. There is still a big difference between these very real ruins and any legend. These are real. And real is better.
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