The city 'San Cristobal I was really fascinated. It 'a city' of medium size, which extends into the bed of a valley surrounded by pine-covered highlands.
The cobbled streets one-way, low colorful houses, narrow sidewalks and churches from the Baroque facades where the sun does shine their colors, I did immediately return to my beloved Antigua, Guatemala. The Calle Real de Gauadalupe intersects with the end of Avenida 20 de Noviembre''and''the beginning of Avenida Hidalgo which bisects the city ', from north to south. They are largely pedestrian and crowd of people walking between the many bars, restaurants and clothing stores. This intersection is in the exact center of the city ', or main square in the tree with its large and bright white Palacio Municipal. On the north side of the square stands the great cathedral by sand-colored trim and red and white in front of which, every evening, is prepared by abitabti the nearby town of San Juan Chamula, a craft market.
At the end of Calle Guadalupe, east of City ', on top of the long staircase, stands the Church of Guadalupe, from her small square opposite the main entrance, you can' admire the panorama of the city '.
I found: the heat of Madrid and the neighborhoods of downtown, the colonial appearance and charm of Antigua and the Christmas atmosphere of my city 's hometown.
rusticity 'of a country of mountains blend perfectly with the lively and modern life of the people who populate them. All this sends peace 'and security, spicy aromas stimulate the appetite, he asked you back in time and charm envelops you in an embrace of a warm welcome. E 'populated by people from all over the world, many of whom are Italians who have supremacy in the restaurant business.
I've been to visit the village of San Juan Chamula about 10km outside San Cristobal.
I had been warned that they would not have been able to take pictures and that the people belonging to the Tzotzil ethnic group''were''very pleased and proud of their independence. Once in front the central square, we were attacked by a dozen children who offered to act as guards to our car, trying to sell small crafts, is proposed as tourist guides inside the church or simply begging. Frankly, I expected to find a more 'characterized by the culture indigenous, while I found only a bare fruit market and a few women dressed in traditional clothes. The only thing unique, and 'the''Temple of San Juan,''that is' the big church by the side of a dazzling white. Inside, there are neither 'benches, it' counters. You breathe a strong scent of incense and stepped on a carpet of pine needles covering the floor. In the side aisles, an exhibition of statues of saints leads up to the great altar surrounded by flowers and illuminated by the lights of the Nativity. People come to pray, but they do so in a very particular way: they sit on the floor, and lit hundreds of small white candles. Wetting the bottom with wax because 'no fall, have lined up to form the square on the floor on fire and pray until they are turned off. God as an offering to bring eggs, carbonated drinks and finished both races,'',''or the local liquor derived from sugar cane.
After the tour in the church, back in town 'and we went for supplies of fruits, vegetables and meat, the great Mercado Municipal just a few blocks from our house.
After dinner, made with roasted chicken and salad, (I was just tired of eating tacos), I decided to go to bed early so I could wake up, for once, at a reasonable hour and go well 'visit'' Cañon de Sumidero''the next morning.
Marcos takes me ' to the Pan-American state, where there are all the terminals of the means of transport. I said goodbye and I thanked my friend for him to meet in the evening for dinner and went on a taxi. We waited twenty minutes before leaving, having to reach the number of 4 passengers. I went down to 12km before reaching Tutxla Gutierrez and bought a ticket for the tour in Cañon de Sumidero. I was sitting in the second row of the small motor boat, which shares 'at full speed' along the River. Take the first right turn on those dark, deep waters up to 100m, the highlands that lined the shores, suddenly became very high in the Rocky Mountains, where their walls, the most 'high up to 1000m, came to sheer water: it seemed that the river restringesse and the sky became more and more 'small as we approached. The tour hard 'almost two hours, there were also short stops to take pictures and explanations from the man who was driving the boat. On the return trip, with aquiline vision of our captain, he also photographed two small crocodiles intent to rest on the muddy banks of the river that once disturbed by our arrival, went into hiding under the water.
The taxi driver who was carrying me in central Baghdad told me that there was not much to see, apart from the Cathedral and that if I was not there yet, I could not miss the zoo of the city ', one of the most' large throughout Latin America. I accepted the advice and going with the taxi to the city streets ', I could confirm that, indeed, was the same as any other big city' mexicana.
The particularity 'Tuxtla Zoo, which makes it unique,' and that 'solely and exclusively populated by wildlife. All animals, confined in large pens in a wood, come from the forests of the state of Chiapas. The fact of seeing animals in cages and 'one thing that always makes me sad,' cause as are properly cared for and has tried to maintain this habitat in the most 'can be similar to the natural, not' the right place for them and I believe that man has no right to keep them locked up.
The thrill of being able to see a Quetzal, in the jungle in the reserve of Biotope in Guatemala, after long waiting in the rain, and seeing it fly for only a few seconds between the trees to 20 feet high, and 'was much more 'strong find that to 15cm from one of those pieces, separated by a double-glazed. The same applies to the two small crocodiles that I had seen only an hour before, were very 'most charming than 4 meters long, locked up and intended to spend their lives in a tank. Not even the great black panther, succeeded 'to like.
paraded before a large window along the same 10m countless times, ignoring the vast space behind him, but with one idea in his head:''What the heck will be 'out of here so I could eat one of those strange machines that irritate me with their eyes flash all day?''.
species that I saw did not even know existed, I made a little culture on the fauna of Chiapas, but FIU also happy that the day the entry does not pay, I would have liked to contribute to the maintenance of that place, where animals are taken away from their freedom ', segregated and forced to make the life of a painting in a museum.
I think this is the last time in my life when I set foot in a zoo.
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