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Zicatela 11/01/1910 - 05/01/1910





well I had to take three taxi-collective to be able to get to this famous beach. For taxis are those routes that run more 'long urban areas, carrying passengers from one city to' the other for a price which is normally 'a little higher than that of a journey on a bus.

I left Sunday morning at 10.00 and in front of the bus station I went to the first taxi. By sheer luck the minute I arrived, we were approaching the three taxi teenage girls laughing and holding hands. Normally, the expectation that all of the places to be taxi There, where 'prolonged even more' than necessary, but in this case, we set off at once towards Puerto Escondido. About half 'way to get to Puerto, turning right at a big intersection and after a few minutes all went down in the city' of Pochutla. From there, another collective taxi to the small seaside town of Puerto Angel, and finally, the last direct Zicatela beach.
The small town of Zicatela, extends into the street parallel to the beach about 3 km long. To separate the beach from the single main street where you see a car passing every 15 minutes, the long strip of inns, restaurants, bars and cabins overlooking the sea, offering refreshments to the tourists. In the first
I stopped, I just 'read the price list hanging off the front desk to understand that it was within my reach. I continued, so 'to walk the sand, looking for something more' statement. I found it quickly. In a small posada by lilac facade, had been a free room on the first floor, costs 40% less than the previous one, private bathroom, fan and a luxury to that of the first was missing: the window of the room, one could admire the whole beach Just step on the little balcony with adjoining rooms close to smell the sea.
Put my things, I went immediately to walk on the beach and I did it in a northerly direction towards the large cliff that delimits the end. After a quick bath, it remained a few meters from the shore, due to high waves, but especially strong currents that sometimes carry away any human life, I decided to see beyond the 'rocks to be able to take some very nice photos.
Driven by curiosity 'to see what was behind the rocky mountain and even a bit' of unconsciousness, armed only with a bathing suit, flip flops and a camera between my teeth, I began my climb. Cominciaroro feet to sweat and quickly slip out of sandals anointed as soap. Come up with difficulty on top of a big rock, I found myself faced with a slanted wall about 2 feet high. I do not know exactly what hell I step 'in the head at the time, but I decided it groped more' stupid that you could do, and that means' Get off! I am a bit ashamed 'to tell, but in the end, and happened by now and perhaps one day, reading this, I'll be able' to do me a big laugh.
I sat on the top of the rock with his hands resting on your hips, I looked down and tried to find a place where you can land, then, without thinking twice, I dropped down. The landing was a disaster! Both my feet slipped from the slippers, I could not keep my balance and fell tumbling to the ground on the right side. After I insulted him alone for five minutes, I managed to get up and sit on the rock. The first thing I saw when I turned, was the shining spot of blood on the hot stone near my feet. Bleeding from his left foot, from 4 different points on the right leg, right arm from the elbow, hip and gave me a terrible evil. I analyzed the injuries, caught my breath and waited for the pain had diminished. A boy is facing 'the rock from which I had launched and I look' with a look of amazement and almost a bit 'scared, probably wondering how the heck I did to get there. His head disappear 'out of my sight before I could ask him for help. I found myself alone with the waves crashing at my feet, the large vultures blacks who flew with my circular triettorie head and the sun was beating fast and burnt the bleeding wounds. I felt stupid, really stupid .... But the best is yet to come: the problem 'was great to go back! I tried repeatedly to climb the rock from which I had thrown, but without success, he risks falling back. I did not have sufficient footings, the right hip was hurting and I felt my left foot burned as if you were walking on hot coals. The superficial wounds on his leg and arm, the bleeding stopped soon, but it swelled up and turned into pellets under the skin is scratched. I looked around, I did not know really how to go from there. No one could see me from the nearby beach, only in the distance I could see people walking on sand and do not know if I could do something to attract their attention. I started laughing, as my grandmother says, ¨ ¨ and not cry, when I vent, to think of a solution to avoid becoming dinner for those Hawks disturbing that I flew over his head.
abandoned the idea of \u200b\u200bclimbing the rock wall, I opted to try to pass on the outside. The thing that most 'was frightening, was the color of the stone, the gleaming black indicating that they were wet and slippery. I put the sandals in costume behind the camera between clenched teeth and, in small steps, I invented a path. For every move that I felt a sharp blade I came under the sole of his left foot and sweat was burning the other wounds. Very slowly and with great care it took me 10 minutes to be able to go through endless around the side of the rock, and when he finally rested his feet on the sand, I felt a great relief. I went immediately to bathe the wounds ¨ ¨ with sea water, thank God I had not done anything serious with that jump I could easily break an ankle or something 'else. As I was walking pain on the soles of the feet increased steadily. I cleaned up, trying to stay in equilibrium with the water to the knees, I grabbed him by the hand, how do you do to stretch the muscles, and what I saw, I did not like at all. In addition to a wound as big as a 100-lire coin, deep enough to be able to see the flesh white on the inside just below the big toe, there was a cut that ran through the sole of the foot in its center horizontally. It was not very deep, but it was what made me more 'evil of all, and having to walk on, certainly did not help.
I lay on my shorts in front of the posada, I lit a cigarette and began to laugh at myself. ¨ Well Matthew, I think the bullshit of the day you have it made, I think you can believe satisfied! · I thought while watching the sun hiding behind the ocean. The sea was rough and the waves clashed with each other and the ridges colored the sea of \u200b\u200bwhite. When the sun went away ', the anniversary of the above is about long boundary from the sky' ocean, formed 'a huge rainbow that covered the flat horizon. The lines of color were visible, but among them were mixed shades of bright colors that I had never seen before. I stayed to enjoy the show until the end when I got back and hobbled into the room, it was already dark.

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Mexico San Cristobal de Las Casas - Mexico 03/01/1910


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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San Cristobal de Las Casas, Mexico Huatulco-Mexico


Today ' the feast of the Epiphany, and finally a little 'Christmas spirit ¨ ° are able to find it. I accepted the invitation to come Marcos San Cristobal De Las Casas in the state of Chiapas. He 'came to see the two brothers, father, and to spend some' time with the third of his four children, the little 4 year old Mateo, who lives here with his mother.

I spent New Year's Eve at the home of Marcos and her children and a lot of friends: we did nothing special, but it was very intimate and fun.
In total we had 25, including children, we ate at a long table in the garden and then we had become a terrace on the small dance floor until the wee hours of the morning. With the fear that the two big trays of cooked meat arrrosto as stew and bought in a restaurant, pasta, beans, tortillias, potatoes and fruit, not enough to feed all the guests, I beg Marcos' to cook Italian meals · a ¨. The problem was that I had at my disposal simply seed oil, 1 kg of tomato sauce, a can of mushrooms in brine, onion, a bit 'of oregano and a pound of fusilli. I could be very creative, but the end result was appreciated and some even had an encore.
After the party I went to sleep while Marcos and some friends decided to continue until late afternoon the next day.
I was, therefore, the only physical and mental condition in order to drive and decided, well, you start the new year with a nice car trip around the Mexico. I would not have led to all the 560 km separating us from San Cristobal, but certainly for at least half 'of the journey, giving the opportunity' to recover Marcos a few hours of sleep.
Place the bags in the trunk, I still wonder how, given the number ', we got into the small Pegeout 7 206 Black, Marcos. I'm in the driving seat, Marcos next to me and among us, on top of a pillow placed between the gear lever and the hand brake, the small and beautiful Jaztiri, 9 years old. In the back seat, squeezed like sardines, the great-aunt, grandmother, Santiago, 11 year old brother Jaztiri and Claudia, a friend Marcos.
The two sisters, still very young in appearance and spirit, the night before were the two protagonists of the festival, bringing their fifty years with great ease and still showing a great desire to have fun.
After 2 hours of dangerous curves and unexpected bumps, often not reported, I constricting a sudden braking, near Salina Cruz so we put in the 'autopista called ¨ ¨, or highway. E 'consists of two main lanes, one in each direction, separated by reflectors that are illuminated by the headlights turn it into an endless runway. Almost completely devoid of curves and light, it would lead to the border between the state of Oaxaca and Chiapas that. The long boring straight and dropped after a few minutes, my passengers Mexicans into a deep sleep and I found myself alone at 2 am to drive in the middle of the desert mexicano, with 'only companion a CD of electronic music. We passed through an area called''La Ventosa''completely flat and dry, surrounded by expanses of sand and shrubs that sprout Pietroni. There, the wind speed reaches 'very high and its strength and' able to overturn a truck in motion, which happens quite frequently. I had to reduce considerably the speed 'to try to maintain this control of the car that was moving to the right as if he suddenly slipped on small plates ice; more dodging the branches that I crossed the street.
When I start 'the stretch range after the border, Marcos had slept for nearly four hours and feel' rested enough to take the lead. The thing I rise 'and I thought that I could rest for a while'.
I was wrong to let my aunt sgranchisse a little 'legs, I found myself sitting back, leaning over one half of the lower back, right arm pressed against the window and the left, necessarily, on the right leg of Claudia. I had no chance 'to see anything of the landscape around me, the journey becomes simply' in a long wait to get there.
Only when we arrived at Tuxtla, the capital, I was dazzled by the carpet of lights stretched out below us, which you could not see the end. Said goodbye and left the great-aunt and grandmother in a house on the outskirts of the city '. I start 'to make the day, and I assured by Marcos that will not be long now, I made the last effort to be able to stay awake.
Going up the long, wide curves of the highway, I noticed the big city 'of Tuxtla slowly disappear under a sheet of thin white clouds, as protected from the cold of the mountains. From 700 m in height, reaching up to 2200 m of the city 'of San Cristobal. The outside temperature, indicated by numbers on the digital dashboard, descended rapidly, as an account down, stopping at 11 degrees centigrade. At 8:00, I rested my head on the pillow of the bed cold at home of Marcos and I woke up early in the afternoon.
The house is' very large, the external facade, yet to be restored, does not reflect at all the cozy interiors and attention to detail. The 200 paintings in the apartment are divided into three bedrooms, one with a private bathroom complete with whirlpool bath, another bath and then the part I like best ': the great room with a glass table , a large and comfortable sofa, two armchairs and a stone fireplace. The kitchen and 'dark wood, open and completely separate from the hall only by a counter. Clean, comfortable and well appointed, has passed definitely my expectations.
We ate lunch at 4.30 pm at the home of Victor, one of the brothers, along with his father, his wife and their two beautiful girls. After a walk in the center and visit the craft market where I bought scarf and hat, we all went together to the cinema to see · Avatar ¨, the latest masterpiece in terms of age style special effects.
Jatziri and Santiago remained in their aunt and uncle while I sleep, Claudia Marcos, and we dive into the nightlife of the city '. Led by Marcos, who has lived in San Cristobal whole life until a few months ago, before deciding to move to the sea, we made the round of 4-room, returning home at 7 am. In each of these my friend was welcomed like a star, and spent most of the time greeting old friends, comrades of the football team and ex-girlfriends. Each room had style, clientele, music and other characteristics to suit every type of customer. While sipping a beer and talked with Claudia at the counter of the bar · Revolution ¨, in the main street of San Cristobal, I noticed a familiar face among the people. While I stroppicciavo eyes and tried to focus on that image, the man turned around 'at me with an' expression, perhaps even more 'surprise of mine, came over to me. It was Jan Paul, French, my neighbor's room for my first days in San Pedro la Laguna, Lake Atlitan; the one who introduce me 'my dear friend Fredy, I call' the horse riding and gave me lots of useful information about life in the country. After a tour in Guatemala and a break of 2 weeks in Citta 'of Mexico, took a room for 1 month here in San Cristobal where and' looking for an activity 'and where, perhaps, has decided to stay.