Pierre & Vacances - Village Ste. Anne

... on open wood fires on tables with a metal plate on top for the cooking surface.
I have got quite brae and have stopped at couple without ill effect. It's always an experience struggling for understanding. Wish I'd worked harder at Spanish!
After Sta Dom Tehpec I headed for Juchitan de Zaragoza. At he fuel stop I bought some oil and now need to find somewhere to do the service.
I pulled up outside a ...

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... ist sozusagen die Urv**sion des heutigen Fussballs. Jedoch war es we***** ein Spiel, als vielmehr ein wichtiges religiöses Z**emoniell. D** Ball repräsenti**te dabei die Sonne, d**en Lauf nicht unt**brochen w**den durfte. Dah** war das Ziel des Spiels, den Ball (mit Schult**n und Beinen) möglichst in d** Luft zu halten. Da nur das Beste gut genug ist für den Sonnengott, wurde schliesslich d** Gewinn ...

... decorations on the intact roofs....this was the home of Pakal one of the greatest kings, we saw the exquisite sculptured sarcophagus in the museum.......it weighed 10 tons. We moved to private buses as gave us flexibility to stop a waterfalls en route to San Crisobal. We went swimming at Agua Azul falls which was special as something we haven't done before. San Crisobal was very cold indeed as in the mountains, so chose to do horse riding ...

... to warn drivers. Locals will paint a Tope sign on almost anything to give you a heads up. I think the folks living nearby get tired of the screeching tires, and the loud bang and the sound of metal skittering down the highway after being dislodged from the shoddy maintained vehicles. If you were to live near a Topa and wanted to sleep you would sign it someway. They become the staging area for many different ...

On to Puerto Arista, a relative metropolis, plenty of shops, some of them even open! Out of high season seaside towns tend to only fully open at weekends when the city dwelling Mexican hordes descend. Found a nice little place near a smelly lagoon and not far from the beach, but sadly, as often happens in Mexico, the workers started banging around at 6am - because it´s really hot later, they start work early but with no concern for their sleeping clients.

Just a stop over in this small town, where a Saturday night is spent drinking until falling asleep in the streets. It was quite funny arriving there so late, everyone just coming to us so drunk and talking to us and then after one hour seeing them sleeping outside. This time has not much apart from good hot dogs, we went to eat them at a stand where they were showing a Mexican boxing game, and i had to stasy the whole 11 rounds and cheer up with the locals...

... by donating a lot of clothes and toys that we all thought would be appreciated and utilized better by our new friends. The simplest gift, the boys plastic soldier collection was the biggest hit. Each of the boys received 3 soldiers and 1 thick rubber band to shoot them down with and the smiles and fun we watched them have made everyone's day. We left early the next day headed down the mountains to Puerto Arista still in convoy with Terry ...

We arrived here in the afternoon. First we were looking for Darinel´s family, the guy that got pneumonia and maybe Tuberculosis that was gonna come with us. He had sent some things, a DVD player, chainsaw, sewing machine and a small suitcase. But the thing is, neither Galación nor Bolívar knew where he lived. We did have a small poorly ...

... with her. The room stank and there were about 8 manky cats hanging around. Needless to stay, we made our excuses and tried to find somewhere else. By the time we found a half decent one, we'd fallen out of love with the place, hopped on the next chicken truck out and headed to a town called Pochutla. From there we got a civilised bus to La Crucecita, where we are now. We eventually found a economical and ...