Mexicans *eyeroll*

Another (and last) guest commentary by Kathi

Due to the gastrointestinal issues mentioned in the previous post we took the bus to San Cristóbal. It’s a cute little city which was founded by the Spanish and is now conquered by tourists. The mexicans adapted by opening souvenir shops and indian restaurants (not recommended), integrating christianity in their existing mayan religions, and figuring out that coca cola has magical effects; they didn’t figure out, though, to not locate the museums at the very far end of the city.
We educated ourselves on Mayan Medicine as well as Chocolate- due to the included tasting the latter beats the first. Apparently there is one thing I do have in common with Mexicans: chocolate is sacred to us. I just wouldn’t go as far as including it in my prayers or wishing to be fertilized by a cocoa tree.

„O divine chocolate, we grind it on our knees, we beat it with our hands in prayer, and we drink it with our eyes lifted to the heavens.“

Since the puking really messed with my stamina we only did a small biketour to Chamula. The one and only attraction there is the church, where they hold ceremonies including lots of shots of „pox“—the local high-percentage alcohol used for burping, sometimes alternating it with cola to save money— super strong incense, very off-tune music, and sometimes even chicken sacrifices. Luckily, on the day we went there were only families lighting candles, praying, music; and of course more fireworks. (Jacco thought it resembled a couple of drunks trying to have a party more than a religious ceremony.) The plan was to go to Zinacantan after that to buy some souvenirs at the market, but the odds (Komoot, which sent us on a dead end forest track) were against that.

So we went for churros and chocolate instead, Jacco had a mezcalweedbeerdrink, followed by a great vegetarian dinner.

We’re back now in Tuxtla from where I‘m going back to Austria tomorrow.
Yesterday we were supposed to do a tour to Sumidero Canyon but this time it was Jacco’s stomach that interfered with our plans. [I didn't want to leave the puking fun to Kathi alone --- A. d. Red]. At least the agency was very accommodating: „so you cannot take the tour. There’s no cancellation policy, but what you can do is take the tour!“. Uhm, no?! Mexicans....

But things were ok again the next day so instead we took a Colectivo (small bus that stops in random places) to Chiapa de Corzo and did a boattour in the scenic, plasticfilled cañon.

And I must say, as much as I enjoyed this trip, there are certain things that are starting to get on my/our nerves (thus the title). First, people are super loud super early on and late at night. What seems to bother Jacco the most apart from that is the slow walking and not being able to pass--even though I explained to him that most Mexicans are approximately half his size; plus it’s frequently simply too hot to move faster. We also haven’t figured out the traffic rules yet, but when in doubt, honk. So some things we just accept with the explanation „Mexicans 🙄“. But who am I to judge. My tacos are still falling apart.Read more