Hotel Ciudad Real Centro Hist San Cristobal de las Casas

... active again. We decided to visit the nearby town of San Juan Chamula, where the local Indians govern and police themselves, detached from the rule of the Mexican government. The main attraction of the town was the church, in which the Indians practise a truly bizarre mix of Catholicism and indigenous religion. It was strictly forbidden to take pictures inside and tourists have been badly beaten up in the past for doing so. Yet I don't think I'll forget how ...

... for Guatemala. There were no visa requirements for U.S. passports but we had to pay a 20 pesos entry fee. The process was so simple and easy, we were quickly waived through. We heard rumors of possible border closings or at the very least, more stringent border crossings from Mexico but none of which happened.

Le Mesilla could have been a town out of a fictionalized story. Street vendors surrounded the only road on both sides of the border. It was dusty ...

... been going on our own, but it was nice to have a decent meal in a normal restuarant, and a bottle of Chilean red wine with dinner. We walked back to drop Alice off at her hotel which was only a block or so before our hostel. Brendan sensed the urgency and said goodbye and took off like a rabbit up the street. I snuck in a cheeky kiss, and ended up walking around town and talking to Alice for another hour or so. She was such a relaxing person to be around ...

... my part, I left by saying: "Thank you. Bye-bye!" And that, on the same a French Candian guest of the hostel I a staying at started about these lazy French people who insist on using English expression everywhere, all the time! Outrageous! What a shame! Bla, bla, bla.... I can tell you: this was a sad day for Shakespeare´s language! And yet, 1. I love English 2. Not my fault if the language of the (maybe ex) superpower in this world is English 3.Not only Th USThe uSare not the ...

... even more overwhelming than during the previous visit to a private house. Here there were three powerful ingredients – the smell of pine needles strewn on the floor, the burning incense and the smell of smoke. Subdued lighting, the slight blue haze of smoke, the lack of any pews or chairs, the floor covered in pine needles, the many candles burning on small patches of floor that had been cleared of pine needles, clusters of worshippers squatting on the floor, the chanting ...

... region again were the focus for their colorful dress and their peculiar black skirts made of a heavy woolen material. I would have guessed that they were made from llama wool but there are no llamas in Mexico. For more on the women of Chiapas:

http://www.travelchiapa s.com/huipils/huipils.php

The center of action in San Cristobal de Las Casas, like in every Mexican city, is the zocalo that is known as the “Plaza 31 de Marzo”. It is a beautiful ...

... ongelmia vaatetuksen suhteen, sillä kaikki loppumatkan kohteet tulivat sen jälkeen pysymään mukavasti 20 celsiuksen paremmalla puolella, niin Nykissä lämpötila oli lähempänä Suomen talvea. Vielä lähtöaamuna kotona tajusin, ettei minulla ollut minkäänlaisia kenkiä ottaa matkalle mukaan (pakkaaminen hoidettu luonnollisesti yhdessä illassa, nousuhumalassa erityisen raisun koeviikon jälkeen). Mutta onneksi asuntoni nurkilla sijaitsee oma Oxford streettini eli noin viidest ...

The location for this entry is not right, San Cristobal is inland in very eastern Mexico, but is not available in this map... We set out west for San Cristobal de las Casas in the morning, though we knew it would be a 2 day trip. The ride took us through the narrowest part of Mexico, where supposedly there is always a strong wind. But we lucked out, and the huge wind turbines in this area were motionless, though the bent trees and bushes were testament to the usual ...

Our stay in San Cristobal was short but sweet. We got the bus from Tapachula early on Tuesday morning and arrived late afternoon/early evening. Having booked into the hostel that we had found in our guidebook, we went to have a look around and found San Cristobal to be a really nice place in a little mountain town. After our long time travelling we fancied a good meal so we searched in vain for a pizzeria. At one point we did find an Italian restaurant but after I ...

... grooves to abuse of movement. salon mundial by day was a hideaway. by night: the place to be seen. by day: cozy and gracious. by night: the spaces filled with impatient vagrants. by day: home. by night: away. as each evening is born and then dies at sunrise, so too do the swarms of flies. the revellers and the curious, the players and the sweethearts, the part timers and the life timers, the neat and tidy squares and the rock city funk, jive bunnies and freaks, high honeys ...