| Saturday night at San Martin Iglesias |
In just a few short days, I travel via taxi with a driver who finds the roads too mundane for him, so he by passes corners via gas stations and driveways and then curtails it back to the Chiapas Highway heading towards Tuxtla Gutierrez. Now why Tuxtla? It's the corner stone and capital of Chiapas, offering very little on the outside but a warm welcome from everyone I meet. Foreign tourists are a rare sight but traveling Mexicans know this is the opening door to a wild and wooly environmental experience as well as a Mayan existence.
I'm staying at the Hostal Tres Central and have opted to pay for a bath and view. Everything is for sale in Mexico, much like every other place. My view is of a town once grand in the 16th and 17th century but now is mixing fast modern construction with old tiled roofs. The Catedral de San Marcos just a few chimes away is a fine example. What once was a bricked cathedral flourishing with thousands of attendees centuries ago is now a makeshift screen for Saturday night projections on the white stucco exterior wall. Every hour on the hour are the 48 chimes for the mechanical 12 apostles who march to a tune. It's really quite a site.
I'm staying at the Hostal Tres Central and have opted to pay for a bath and view. Everything is for sale in Mexico, much like every other place. My view is of a town once grand in the 16th and 17th century but now is mixing fast modern construction with old tiled roofs. The Catedral de San Marcos just a few chimes away is a fine example. What once was a bricked cathedral flourishing with thousands of attendees centuries ago is now a makeshift screen for Saturday night projections on the white stucco exterior wall. Every hour on the hour are the 48 chimes for the mechanical 12 apostles who march to a tune. It's really quite a site.
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