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Hey… What a day.
I’ve seized control of the laptop back from Sharon. It’s Monday. No Friends with benefits today.

I’m writing this a bit early because there’s not much else to do. That’s due to the fact that we’re in the middle of a tropical storm. But we were prepared; a nice unopened 750ml bottle of El Jimador.  Suddenly we’re the “Most Interesting Couple in the World”. The “”Hostel” is not “Hostile” anymore, as Sharon stated last night.

Speaking of… Did anyone see the moon last night? BEAUTIFUL from here on the roof top and light dancing off the mountain sides and some lone (possibly drunk) hombre playing guitar and singing about 100 feet from our room. Fabuloso…and Sharon slept through it. I dragged El Jimador’s sister up to the roof and had a fiesta, Mano y mano.

Back-packin’ baby transport

First thing this morning we headed to the Museum of Indigenous Mayan Medicine. We waited quite a while to attempt an interview with a shaman. After a 30 minute wait or so we realized that there was an undefined line of others waiting to see him. They however were armed with herbs and eggs and other tools of the art. Then the general proprietor started talking to us and pointed out that we needed the permission of the “president” of the museum, who in turn would ask him to ask the shaman if it was ok. (?) There is a bureaucratic order, even in Mayan culture.

Eventually we met this stubby little man in a wife beater T and what looked like Sketcher tennis shoes. The wardrobe was deceiving. Instead of an interview he began an actual ceremony with the next person with their own set of problems.  Mayan chanting while in a trance; dozens of candles on the floor maintained by the one seeking help. Then he proceeds to pull power from the statues of various saints the turns and whips her with a hand full of herbs. Everything stops as he rushes to crack open an egg into a glass of water. He reads it and…

Oh, I don’t want to ruin the ending. Let’s just say no animals were harmed, but that egg will never be the same.

After this we took another trip to the market to catch some more chicken action. We walked further to an old cathedral where, lo and behold there was another shaman in a side room doing his thing. See the movie.

So. Last night we got this bright idea to change or flight plans. Let’s go to Mexico City for a day and, well, do what we’re doing here. Cool, huh? So after all the preceding stuff you read about we took off back to the Tuxla GutierrezAirport. This time we took the “Cuota“, (toll road). All we wanted to do is change our Sunday flight to Mexico City to a Saturday flight. No big deal, huh? 45 minutes later the lovely attendant informs us that, “Sure. That will be $260.00EACH”.

It was cheaper to just buy new tickets.  We fly to Mexico City on Sunday. 

We took the free road once again back to San Cristobal. A lovely and relaxing cruise. Now the rain is finally subsiding. We’re off to find dinner. Thanks for sitting out this storm with us.

Manana.

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