In San Cristobal, the hawkers are even more determined than in Palenque. We are thinking of having tshirts made saying No Gracias, because we have to say it so often.
We arrived yesterday, after a 5.5 hour bus ride through winding hills. (Very pretty, but I left my head somewhere outside Palenque). San Cristobal is a pretty city, with cobblestoned streets and beautiful buildings. This morning I found some local markets where vegetables and raw chickens sat on tables in the sun. I hope the restauranteurs don´t shop at the market!
After that, we took a kombi van up into the hills to visist some of the local tribespeople. We visisted a local weaving family, who fed us tortillas and some sort of cinnamon alcohol. Later we went to a church where the floor was covered in pine needles and candles. The indigenes were drinking fizzy cordial (burping releases bad spirits. The type of spirit correlates to the colour of the cordial you drink) and sacrificing chickens. I saw a couple of dead ones, but fortunately didn´t see them being killed.
We have one more day in San Christobal before we cross the border into Guatemala. Bring on the chicken busses...
