After the breakfast, which consists of a coffee, banana, and some toasted bread with marmalade, we decide to take a walk through the city to see some more things.
We get to the main square where the Indian people gather to protest against the plan of the government to privatize the mines here in Chiapas.
If you look carefully you can see all the different traditi0noal cloths of the people.
We walk along Av. Miguel Hidalgo and up to the Cerro de San Cristóbal.
Along the way up we meet Niki. She is from USA and studies Spanish here in San Cris for a couple of weeks.
Last time firefighters did climb here, so we have to do the same. ;)
Then we head down again... time to say good bye.
Buy some coconut candy at the mercado de dulces regionales.
So we head down to the templo de santa lucia.
Then we sit down to have some lunch right next to the mercado de dulces.
People come here to perform songs, shows and all kinds of things...
So we have some local food. Not spicy at all. Oh and I order the rice con leche as a drink, usually it is a desert. Hehe, I do that by mistake, thinking it is the coconut - rice drink I like so much. But this one is great too. ;)
Then we head to the museum of San Cristóbal art. Sadly there is not really anything to see. just a small room.
Oh on one of the tourist buses...
Then we take a colectivo to San Juan Chamula...
There is a really strange church. From outside it looks pretty normal. But you have to pay a fee to get inside and if you take pictures from inside, they can beat you up, charge a big fee or put you to prison. Inside it is really strange. As we walk in, a guy is following us step by step. There are needles from trees on the floor. Big leaves from plants on the wall, tons of candles everywhere and flowers and statues of holy people. But that is not the strange thing. The people do not want us to take pics, so the spirit would not be taken away. And they carry bad things with them, like alcohol or Coca Cola and then they drink it. And they have chicken with them and they kill it during the process of... I don't know what... It looks really weird... Oh and what I think is really sad, besides I'm not allowed to take any pictures is, that all the man in the church have cell phones and play games or use facebook or so... You can hear the sound of the cell phones all the time... What a shame.
I really like the ponchos the people are wearing. So I start to ask around, where I could get one. This one I'm wearing is really nice, costs about 4000 pesos, but sadly it is so heavy, I have no idea, how I could carry it back home.
Actually making the wool seems so easy by the Indians, but it requires lots of practice...
All the people in the small villages are really friendly and like to laugh. That is awesome.
So we take the colectivo back for a few kilometers to catch an other one at an intersection. Everything seems just in time...
So up we go to Zinacantan. There is also a church, where we are not allowed to take pictures inside. But we pay the boy for an exception. But it seems I forgot to copy the pics from Ricardos cam.
But the specialty in this village are the colorful cloths they wear.
A little boy comes to us and asks us, if we want to come to his families house to see how they make the cloths. So up we go to his family.
You have to try everything ...
Traditional cltoths...
They also offer us 2 types of alcohol.
And then they invite us to have some tacos with them.
So we give the boy a tip and Ricardo buys a scarf for his mum.
And down we go, as we want to visit the museum of amber.
As the colectivo will not be filled completely, we share a taxi with the other people waiting. Ricardo has to sit in the trunk. ;)
Back in San Cris we head to the museo del ambar. It is also very small and there is not much to see. They use the money they earn to renovate the building. Now I theoretically know, how to identify amber.
We head to the market, because Ricardo wants to find a present for his youngest sister. And I get me some churros.
The Italian - Mexican couple we meet, gives us a tip for a cheaper hostel, only 60 pesos per night. So we walk with them to the hostel. Now we only have to get our big back bags at the other hostel. On the way we have some quesadillas. As I come out the restaurant those little kids wave at me. ;)
What a nice day again.... ;)
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