Hotel Del Carmen Tuxtla Gutierrez

... formed shapes made in the cliffs that had names such as the the bull and lion, a dried out waterfall that called the chistmas tree due to its form and at the very end a large dam that kept back the pressure of the long river. crocs galore.
All very interesting stuff, and was great to have the experience of actual being in a canon this time and which while not being a patch on the grand canon its still well impressive when you think that all of this is natural. The real ...

... pool. On Thursday we went to "cañon del sumidero" and we saw Cocodriles!!!And we went in a ship that was driving quite fast, and between these walls of the cañon...and, have I said already, that I saw cocodriles??? ; ) In the afternoon we decided to take a break and we went to the swimming pool in the house of this man, and there was a whole football team of Meico, of the first divison, not wharever football team, eh? ; ) And there were we, drinking beer in the swimming pool ...

... all the saints. Photography is forbidden inside the church, but try to imagine a huge cathedral filled with music, pine incense, thousands and thousands of lit candles, and people grouped together standing or on the floor in prayer. It was a breathtaking, spiritual place. We moved on from Chamula to the town of Zinacantán, another Mayan pueblo with its own distinct style. While the Chamulas wear heavy black wool ...

... and coming back dead. So, my plan is from here to Palenque, to Merida, to Chichen Itza, to Playa Del Carmen, to Tulum then to Cancun to head back to Boston probably on or before my birthday. I know, I'm disappointed too, but traveling alone is a lot of work, and is harder than I expected it to be. I've gotten past most of the homesickness (except with this actual sickness, it would be nice to be home to have someone to take care of me) with the help of some new friends, but traveling in ...

We got going about 7am after showers. It was Sunday and traffic was light. As we headed out we went the wrong way went over some funky highway bridges and got on our way. We got introduced to the paid highways, this particular one was not the best. We were going along river and lake towns with house built right up to the water. We finally hit the main road south and started making good time. Heading out of town we stopped for gas and Claudia´s ...

... a range of miles stuck in an enclosure of 50 x 100 feet, it's worth seeing. We caught the collectivo back into town, but there was some teenaged kid riding with us who wanted to be dropped off at this doorstep so the bus went down some strange, bad dirt roads to drop him off. It took a bit longer than the way up. We were drooped off at roughly the same place we had left from and we walked up calle central to the central plaza where we saw the pretty main ...

... how bad it will be. I sat upright on a stool for 45 mins my hands clenching the sides so tight my knuckles were white, whilst my lovely Mexican tattoo artist violated my spine with a huge stabbing buzzing needle. (No one warned me about the noise the thing makes. Dear God.) I forgot to breathe properly for the whole thing the pain was so bad. The whole adventure ended with a massive whitey and me nearly fainting on top of Emmet. They made me lie ...

... and after much more checking of people´s ids etc they let the bus go. Our friends Rachel and Nick, both English but not travelling together also came to San Cristobal and we arrived eventually at about 8 in the morning. We got accosted by about 20 people on arrival trying to sell us their hostels for the night but we decidided to trek through the town to a hostel ...

After almost four straight weeks cooped up in a homestay in Oaxaca, my body and my mind are finally on the move. After breezing through our final weeks, our final days, at the Institute, the excitement built more and more as the days progressed, especially as my wonderful mother spent some time rescheduling my flights for me where I was unsuccessful. I have sixteen days travelling with two zealous ...

... gomez chanona, concert pianist, professor of marimba, grandson of one of the greatest marimba players in all of mexico and son of one of the marimba players that recorded with nat king cole in mexico city 1930. in the presence of this musical genius, we were led to a heavy marimba and the professor played a number of classical compositions by vivaldi, bach and beethoven, then entertained us with jarabe tapatío and the himno nacional mexicano, the mexican ...