San Cristóbal de Las Casas

The 6 hour journey to Mont Cristobal took an unexpected turn. About three-quarters of the way there, I was hit by a drunk driver on a small moped. Thankfully, I wasn’t hurt, and my bike only sustained minor damage. However, the moped was completely totalled. The language barrier made communicating with the man and his friends quite challenging, but we eventually agreed not to involve the police. After that, the mood shifted dramatically they became cheerful and even invited me to join them at a bar for more drinks. I politely declined and continued on my way.

The final stretch of the drive was stunning, with the road climbing quickly and offering incredible views of the valley below as I ascended the mountain.

When I arrived, I checked into a small hostel with strong hippie vibes. That evening, I joined the hostel crew for dinner at a charming Turkish restaurant. It was there that I learned unsettling news the cartel had recently set up new roadblocks on the way to the Guatemalan border, where robberies and assaults were reportedly happening daily. Taking this into account, I adjusted my plans and decided to take an 8-hour detour to a safer border crossing along the coast.Læs mere