Hacienda Don Juan Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Wheelchair accessibility
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We headed out from the heat of Tehuantepec early and suddenly came upon a massive wind farm. Scratch that - a wind ranch would be a more appropriate term. There were hundreds of them. Joe Hockey would have had a fit! It is pleasing that a country with such massive reserves of oil actively pursues alternative energy sources. As Tehuantepec forms the isthmus between the Pacific Ocean and the Gulf of Mexico, the area is ideal ...
... a grid pattern. What surprised me is that it appears to be a new building, a converted house. After checking in, I didn't see anyone else around and lifting one of the free maps headed over to the nearby Iglesia de Guadalupe perched impressively on a hill overlooking the town.
From there it was easy to walk straight into the town centre, only stopping at one of those roast chicken places I had last used in Valladolid. This time I remembered to order ...
... undisturbed until loggers came through and because they weren't Christianised they weren't impacted by western influences. Many still have long hair and wear white tunics.
The museum of Na- Blom means "house of the jaguar" and it's philosophy is to inspire people to think globally act locally. Trudy Blom made it her life's work to commit to the Lacandon people by providing with health care plans, tree farms to promote reforestation and to ...
... me a piece of paper, and indicated that I should not say anything. The note said, "they have Xiuh". She had her phone in her hand and showed me that she was on the line with someone. They had kidnapped her child!
I had heard that this is quite common in Mexico and Latin America, but in San Cristobal? And she is not a typical target. She barely makes ends meet. Why would they pick her? I immediately thought that it doesn't add up, and felt ...
... it was the desperation in his face that broke my heart. We could only assume he was chanting for good health and a plentiful crop & who knows what else. It was one of those moments I was completely consumed by how blessed my life was and wished somehow I could help change this mans life, but the sad reality is I couldn't. All I could be was a spectator for a small moment in time into his life and use his reality to respect & appreciate my own. While we were in the temple ...