The road here from Oaxaca was a stomach turning, winding, twisting, lurching ride- all 10 hours of it! No joke. I’m glad I did the trip at night, if it was daylight and I get to see where I was going, I would’ve been really scared. Out of exhaustion I drifted in and out of sleep. I vaguely remember stopping by a rest stop around 3 in the morning and going to the bathroom. Then before I know it, we were in San Cristobal, at 7 in the morning, and a cold morning it was. My hostel doesn’t open until 8am, but Reese, who I met in Oaxaca and was also in the bus with me, who also happens to have an apartment 2 blocks from my hostel, let me wait at his place. Reese is from N. Carolina and is here teaching English. My hostel is pretty cute, but not really comfortable. But at $7.50 a night, I can’t really be picky. This is the courtyard:
I love this small town. Very cute, colorful like Oaxaca but more rustic, has that small-town feel. I don’t know what there is to see here, I only came here to break the bus ride to Palenque. But now I’m glad I stopped by. I’m only here for 2 days and I am content just wandering around the town without a plan.