My journey from Cancun to Oaxaca was always left open. Everything else had been planned in advance, but I had been told by my very knowledgeable friends that sometimes things are best left unplanned, and things could not have worked out better.
Mi amigo, from my journey through Guatemala, joined me in what ended up being a simple incredible adventure through an amazing piece of Mexico. We both shared a love for seeing, being and just enjoying. He taught me everything I could ever know about the culture, history, food and drink. Together we saw the towns we visited change around us from day to night.
Our days in Merida were spent exploring – from climbing down ladders into beautiful crystal clear cenotes to lying under the trees and taking in the philosophies of Uxmal. The nights were spent under Agus’s roof, sampling his special tonic and infused rums.
Palenque was an overnight bus away and was where we enjoyed all that the jungle put forward for us – a morning exploring the ruin site, an afternoon next to the river with the Mexican delicacies of coronitas y papitas con salsa, and a night of dining, drinking and dancing in the midst of the jungle.
The journey through Chiapas allowed us to stop at Agua Azul – a truly beautiful set of cascades, that we enjoyed before continuing back on the road to San Cristobal, over what seemed to be a hundred thousand pinches topes!
And then San Cris. Ever since arriving and running through the cold air to the hostel, it had won me over. There was something about this town that took a hold of me, the streets were alive. We found ourselves wandering again under the full moon, just as we had done a month before, sitting and watching the world go past, sometimes without speaking a word, and drinking – as you do when you are in Mexico! Cervezas, tequila, vino, posk, dos cubitas, and my first taste of mezcal!