Comitan to San Cristobal de la Casa

Another early morning wake up with a dodgy tummy. Pretty bad this time, but not on a bus at least. I had to contend with that later.

Sophie got up early, and headed out to see the sun rise and take some pictures. With film this time. 🙂

I finally got up, and Sophie returned from her morning walk, and we headed out for a quick tour of the market. It was an indoors and lovely, just a couple of blocks away from the main square.

The market itself was bustling and everything was piled up high. Lots of stuff in quite a small space, including giant slabs of pork skin and fat, all stacked in a bucket. This was part of a local delicacy served in tacos.

There were piles of herbs, taller than us and the smells were pretty good overall. The buckets of spices and chilis, and the large bowls stacked high with Mole were so inviting.

After we’d enjoyed this sensory treat we walked to get a coffee for Sophie, and had a mooch about before packing up our things and walking to find a means to get to San Cristobal.

We asked about to find out how to progress our journey and were directed to a bus station. We headed downhill to get there. It was on a main road, and there was a little office with a shabby looking fabric covered waiting area.

We didn’t have to wait, as we squished into a full van that was just about to leave.

I was between two chunky Mexican men at the back. Eddie was further up the bus next to a lady with lots of shopping. We tried to shoot each other re-assuring glances when possible. I tried to not have any thoughts about how much I needed to go to the toilet.

The scenery along the way was impressive, it was hilly, but it was becoming more and more arid and less jungly. We had climbed up to 2000m above sea level to get to our destination.

We made it to San Cristobal in about 2 hours. Arriving at lunchtime, we found a veggie restaurant called Te Quiero Verde, and had some wholemeal pasta with vegetables which was really delicious.

My stomach was still dodgy, although this food felt good. It was a lovely little cafe, but I did feel pretty sick.

After this we headed up lots and lots of steps to the church which looked over the town. The church on the hill was worth the steps, and the view! Fantastic vistas over the town as the sun was setting, and we could hear the local rock concert.

We then wandered down to the zocalo (main square) and I then had to dash home because nature called.

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I had started to feel even worse, and Sophie thought that my eyes were going yellow. Probably not the best sign, so we headed out to the pharmacy to get drugs.

A very frustrating conversation later and I had some tablets and a re-hydration drink. All I could manage was a few sips and to lie very still for the rest of the day.