Weeks are flying by. I did escape from Mexico City, after only a few days in its clutches. This time I just couldn't handle it, perhaps it was the timing, perhaps it was me. Either way, I went to Queretaro for a couple of days, back to el DF for my things, and then to Puebla for a few days. Lots of African drumming, fresh bread and tortillas, friends of Abraham, tired and hot days hitching south, poco a poco. In Puebla, I went through a period of mild anti-sociability, where I could only effectively interact with children. Luckily, Abraham is like a big child, but unfortunately I couldn't get to know his friends as well as I would have liked. We hitched to Oaxaca with a friendly truck driver who invited us to lunch, but from Oaxaca, exhausted and eager to get to San Cristobal, we made a deal with a bus driver and took two of the last seats on a bus at a discounted price. After about 20 minutes, going up a slight hill, the bus broke down, but they sent another, more comfortable one and in the morning we made it to Tuxtla. We grabbed a couple of tamales and a combi to San Cris. Just coming over those mountains made me remember why I love this town so much. Beauty, beauty, beauty.

Ah, San Cristobal. Things have changed, died down since I left, but at the same time everything feels the same.