City Express Tuxtla Guterrez Tuxtla Gutierrez

... that point any hand dangling that i had been doing was put to a abrupt finish. The river maybe runs down for about 30 km through a large winding canon that becomes very impressive at points from the sheer height of it and the severity of some of the curves. Along the way we were passed a very bizarre nesting ground for an enormous group of evil looking birds, a man made shrine with the now very common image of the virgen "maria" dressed up with candles inside a cove, several ...

... with light blue pools that were saying "clib me" or "swim in me". None of them was allowed, because they said the current could take you and bla bla..but some boys were playing ther and so we did...till a man told us to come back. Aguafiestas!!! The last waterfall was really impresive, and it is just the dry season, so, I imagine in the rainy one must be something....!!! Afterwards we went to "Montebello" lakes. They are also so beautiful, we did a hundred of pictures ...

... waren auch hier die Soldaten sehr freundlich, begutachteten den Pass und durchsuchten schliesslich unsere Taschen und den Kofferraum. Dabei fand der eine Offizier A.W.'s acht Jahre alten iPod und wollte unbedingt Musica Suiza hören. Nach ein paar Takten Stiller Has schüttelte er jedoch den Kopf "no entiendo" und gab den iPod zurück. Inzwischen hat der zweite Offizier zusammen mit M.K. den Kofferraum inspiziert und ist dabei auf A.W.'s ...

(work in progress) Buses in Mexico are supposed to be good. But the principles of operation aren´t the same as I´m accustomed with. What I mean is...principles other than free market capitalism. I am here because all the buses were sold out for returning to D.F from the main station. The main bus station is a hub for 5 different bus companies but apparently the top 5 bus companies were all bought out by ADO ...

... in the road, driving on the wrong side to avoid potholes, doubling the speed limit in places and all without a seat belt on - wouldn´t fit over both of us as I was practically on the gear stick!   Made it to the village of Boca whole but when I got the the restaurant that had the free boat to their cabanas it was closed - taxi driver quite happy to dump a single female alone in the dark in a closed restaurant to ...

... numerous Mayan villages, most of which carry on with age-old traditions. A brief Spanglish exchange with our taxi driver and we knew we were in for a treat. Stereotypical concepts of the Mexican lifestyles, the tequila swilling, unshaven, sombrero wearing, gringo shootin', bandidos eeking out an existence amongst the sandy tumbleweed strewn plains, were happily discarded and replaced by all things opposite. Friendly, staunchly independent locals farming and ...

... stand said, ¨who knows, but it real ugly between klm 63 ans 70¨ So the road was getting worse as we went along into the darkness. It´s scary driving in the dark in Mexico, that´s why nobody recommends it. As we hit the bad stretch of road we slowed down. I big rig went flying past us so I decided to follow him along until the road settled out and I passed him to follow some cars that were moving quite quickly. Over the mountains we were not ...

... paper filled dolls or shapes that you hang up at kids birthday parties, they then get blind folded and take a swing at the hanging piñata with a baseball stick. You get one turn each and then finally one lucky person gets to smash the piñata open and a tonne of sweets fall to the ground. Then everyone scrambles to get as many sweets as they can. They are also used at any fiestas or parties. I did my first one ...

... The town is surrounded by indigenous villages which have their own Mayan twist on catholicism. They do not answer to Rome and they have integrated fireworks into their praying rituals. The fire works seem to stop between 1:00 am and 4:00 am. every other hour is fair game. No need for alarm clocks here. If the fire works don´t wake you the church bells will.

By Sheila Today was a good day to lay in bed awhile listening to the firecrackers and the rain. By the time we got up & out the rain had slacked off. We had a nice breakfast at an outdoor covered patio place called something like Restaurante Calle Real about a block off the plaza after dropping off about 15 pounds of dirty laundry! We then set off to find the "collectivo" (or van bus vehicle) for San Juan Chamula, a small village about 20 minutes outside of San Cristobal ...