The boat ride starts off like any other through the ancient canals of Xochimilco. There's laughter in the distance, floating mariachi music, and the occasional splash of an oar. But then your trajinera turns away from the main path. The air gets still. The water darkens. The laughter fades. You're no longer headed toward a party—you’re heading into a ghost story.

Imagine walking through a forest—only instead of trees, it’s a maze of colossal stone columns, each etched with sacred symbols, each one whispering stories from over 3,000 years ago. That’s the Temple of Karnak, a place where time folds in on itself and the divine still seems just a step away.