San Cristobal

Cold, cold, cold even with 3 thick blankets. Only during the day the temperature managed to climb to an acceptable level. During the night you had to make sure the booze was ready to hit. In the lovely hostel "Los camellos" people got by with chess, cooking and hanging outside. Patrick and Jimena had to split because she had to meet her sister in a nearby city. That meant Patrick was back in the dormitorio. We met Nick and Ted from the westcoast of the USA and went on a rivertrip through a really high canyon. While we were buying the tickets we coincidently witnessed the swearing- in ceremony of Barack Obama. A spontanous applause erupted. During the trip we saw crocodiles, apes, a lot of trash and really high canyons. The following day we went to two mayan villages in a remote moutainouse region. Neither the mexican police, military nore the vatican have any authority there. This is surprising because the main building of the 60'000 people city is a church. Inside this chruch was no priest, no preaches. Only the saints of the catholic church managed to survive. People buy Coca-Cola and drink it while they pray. Then they burb to get rid of the bad spirits. (PR-responsible dude of Coca-Cola must have a hard on) Timmy knew that thay also sacrifice chickens, so he stayed until a lady took a full grown chicken out of her plastic bag and turned the neck around. They don't kill for eating, only has a gift to the saints. Stange stuff. In San Cristobal I was able to hook up with Victoria (Argentina). She is a life-loving, good spirited girl which means that you are going to have a great time with her.