In the morning, we took showers, did some planning work, and updated the blog. We spent the afternoon visiting San Cristobal by foot, and I saw again the multiple religious monuments dispersed in the city, as well as the artisan and food markets.
San Cristobal is great, but you can feel that it is getting more popular, and you can’t help but notice kids from rich countries coming here to spend a sabbatical year to drink, smoke weed and wear Peruvian hats. But hey, San Cristobal is worth it, it is at least as nice as Oaxaca.
What really is amazing is to visit San Juan Chamula, few kilometers north east of the city.
We did that after a second night in the city, after finding a campground not far from the center.
San Juan Chamula is a village in the mountain, and we got there at 8 a.m. The church is very colorful and full of candles on the ground. This is a catholic church, but here, Mayan custom have been incorporated in the religion, making it seems far from anything one could have seen.
The floor is covered with pine needles, and Chamulan families lie down and drink Coca-Cola, and chant prayers.
I wish I could have got some pictures, but it was strictly forbidden to shoot in the church.
The market is also great and cheap if you are looking for artisanal clothing. Most people from Chamula wear clothes made of hand crafted black wool.
After the visit, we were back on the road and took the direction of Guatemala. After a quick stop for lunch at Frontera Comalpa, we got a last fill up of clean gas, and we went to cross the border. Some traveler described the Guatemala border as the most difficult in Central America.
It took us just an hour to get everything done. Three kilometers before, we stopped to cancel the Mexican temporary vehicle importation. Then, the agriculture service cleaned the vehicle to avoid importation of insects or animal diseases, which cost us US$2. Then, immigration (free), and temporary importation of the truck (US$4). This is all really cheap compared to Mexico. I didn’t see any place where I could purchase insurance, so I kept going.
When you enter the country through this rather informal border, you are in the middle of the mountains, and you drive along a river. After 50 kilometers, as we were getting closer to Huehuetenango, we decided to leave the main road and enter a dirt road toward the river. There, we opened the tent, ate, and went to bed, at 7:30.
