Welcome to Guatemala! I crossed the border yesterday with one day left on my visa. I’m currently sitting in a coffee shop typing away along with three other touring cyclists. Company! Whoo!!! This post contains photos from San Cristobal to a city off the Gringo Trail, Comitan. I like this city much more than San Cristobal as it lacked herds of tourists hogging the streets. It’s also a little smaller. I like small cities.
Tomorrow, I’ll post photos of the border crossing and a few from a family that randomly invited me to stay. I can’t tell the entire story, but it was one hell of an adventure with a kind and caring family that made me feel at home. Ironic as well considering the topics of my last post: accepting invitations and the adventures that ensue, fear versus excitement. I have a much better understanding of fear.
Hearts United for San Cristobal!
80 kilometers remaining to my next stop in Comitan
The landscape changed drastically from the plains below the mountain. Here pine forests abound and the people work the land.
San Cristobal to Comitan. Guatemala in a few more days.
In the mountains of this part of Chiapas are pine forest and the first large trees I’ve seen in a very long time. Every area of Mexico has its own artisans. In this part, people work with wood. The road is lined with furniture made from pine: Beds, tables, chairs, and coat racks along with anything else you could want. A wooden lamp perhaps?
The road twists and winds along the top of a ridge.
And presents stunning views.
Cities are quaint situated with a backdrop of mountains.
2 o’clock. Lunchtime! An interesting statistic would be number of tacos eaten. It’s in the hundreds…
Small communities make a living with a chainsaw. I saw two guys each with a chainsaw strapped to the back of a bike. Jus like me!
Welcome to Comitan, my home for the night.
My first order of business, find a place to sleep. This hotel room cost less than $7. This is how you lock the door for the night. When you leave during the day, the lock goes on the outside.
My bike locked away where I will sleep, I explored the city. Comitan is beautiful. Smaller than San Cristobal with a population of 112,000 (opposed to SC with 180,000) and with almost no tourism, I enjoyed the city much more than San Cristobal. A major reason for my preference is lack of people in your face trying to sell you things. Here, I was free to wander unmolested experiencing the way of life here.
A church forming one end of the central square.
Same church, different angle.
This municipal building formed another wall. The other two walls were made of storefronts.
A gazebos in the center of the square.
Odd sculpture. What is it? A rat’s tail?
A man missing part of his face.
And, more glowing trees.
Keep the city clean. Clean is magic.
A store sign in English.
Another church. Mexico is full of them and they are all epic and beautiful.
A sculpture in front of the church of men playing instruments.
I ate in a burger joint. I’ve been a burger kick lately eating them daily. These two invited me to eat with them. They did not speak english but we had fun interacting anyway. It’s interesting how little words matter and what you can express without them.