I was feeling a bit rough as we got up and packed at 06:00 hrs. On the way to the Bus Station I stopped and puked (vomited) into the gutter, which made me feel much better. We boarded the 07:00 hrs. bus and were soon, once again, winding our way tortuously up into the mountains.
The landscape was like a huge, badly crumpled parchment. Brown mountains with scrub trees and bushes towered all around us. We stopped several times at Cristobel Colon Bus Company Stations, but I thought it wise not to eat, but to stick to Coca Cola until my stomach had settled.
Later in the day we descended onto a broad coastal plain. The road stretched out into the distance between windswept palm trees and wooden shacks with porches like you would expect to see in the southern states of the USA, the “deep south”.
The road was not busy, the only other traffic was a few lorries, a few open back trucks (pickups) and the ubiquitous Volkswagen Beetles. The bus was comfortable although we were unfortunate that although we had a change of passengers in front of us three times, we copped the only bastards on the bus who insisted on fully reclining their seats forcing us to sit diagonally to fit our legs in.
As the evening fell it started to rain (shock horror!) and we began to ascend into the mountains again. At 20:00 hrs. we finally pulled into San Cristóbal de las Casas and booked into the “Posada y Alimentacion Colon Hostess”, right by the Bus Station. It cost 6,000 Mexican Pesos for a tall dark room with double doors overlooking a patio.
We then went for a walk around the town. There were a few more indigenous Indian faces about, but apart from this, it appeared to be a smaller, duller version of Oaxaca. We had an evening meal which turned out to be a debacle when the young waiter deliberately misunderstood our order and brought us a large inedible meal instead of soup.
We ate a plate of rice washed down with Coca Cola and left in disgust for a night’s sleep.
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