Finca Hamburgo La Casa Grande Tapachula

... una rete metallica con una tettoia e la gente ci stende sopra la biancheria.
Gli altri due siti sono ancora piu' piccoli, e' difficile fotografare le steli perche' i rilievi non vengono bene e quindi non si vede un granche', comunque la visita e' stata interessante.
Siamo anche riusciti a prendere il collectivo per il ritorno senza incasinarci!!
Pranzo e cena ve li risparmio, comunque abbiamo mangiato molto bene.
Adesso andiamo a nanna perche' domani si parte per San ...

... which basically stands for any place really. Mexico is a place of colour, spirit and atmosphere, where i think that it can cater to anyones hoilday needs, from beach life to jungle trails, historical landmarks and bustling cities. Its a real eye opener in the villages and landscapes that are set between the more tourist areas, with the clearly poorer villages and what a westerner would class as basic living conditions. The thing is though that you seem to have ...

... tonight. Only after thirty minutes of straining my neck did I grasp a handrail and climbed back on. Our journey was stalled in this fashion for about four hours . . . We didn't ever learn the reason but five or six minutes after starting up we passed a small village with remnants of a crowd and large painted signs of an activist political nature. Oaxaca and Chiapas are two of the really militant states in Mexico. We arrived at the bus station ...

... We spent the evening in the center, nosing around, eating street food and watching a local marimba band. All very civilised and no beer...yet we still got SO lost on the 10 minute walk back.

The following morning...well, noon, we grabbed a micro to the border (UC). A micro is a sh*tty old TINY Japanese minibus with no seat padding, long-broken shocks and a crazy driver. They ram them full of people, pick-up/drop-off anyone anywhere en-route and race ...

Wake up (or at least shake myself out of the half doze) after a long ride on the overnight bus from San Cristobal to find myself arriving and my connecting bus leaving. I leap in a combi and shout follow "FOLLOW THAT BUS!" like in the movies. The combi kindly obliges, but trundles leisurely down the road behind it ...

Just beside, and under, the cathedral, the Spanish destroyed all that was here and built their city and church right on top of it all. Not much to see now, but with a little imagination, it's easy to get the picture of what was once here. The map pin is right on the site in the middle of the city.

... we got the subway across to the Zolcalo so see the flag being lowered but it started raining so we went for a drink while we waited and that took so long we ended up missing the flag lowering. Typical. We headed back to the hostel stopping for pot noodles on the way and discussed staying in and not holding our promise to Daniel, however, over our highly nutritious dinner we felt too guilty so went back down to the bar. We were so worried about ...