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Breakfast With Peacocks, Coca-Cola Burps & Drinking Pox: Tales From San Cristobal  

Emerging somewhat bleary eyed from the overnight bus journey – although we both slept better than we thought we would – and blinking in the morning sun, the crisp freshness of the mountain air strikes us immediately. After several stays in humid locations over the last few weeks, culminating in the cloying air of Palenque, it feels like a completely different climate here. We are some 2,100 metres higher above sea level than we were in Palenque and it is instantly noticeably different.

Morning sun through the bus window
San Cristobal de las Casas

This is San Cristobal de las Casas, where evenings will be chilly and, if all goes according to plan, virtually the last point at which we feel colder air on this trip. The fresh air feels good, but it’s back to sweatshirts and trousers after dark. So intense was the humidity of Palenque that our clothes feel unpleasantly damp as we unload our backpacks in our new home; clearly it’s time to seek out a laundry.

San Cristobal, Chiapas
San Cristobal
San Cristobal

San Cristobal has been a destination for travellers for several decades, drawn by its reputation as a stronghold for tradition, set in the midst of one of the most deeply rooted indigenous areas of Mexico. Tribal dress is commonplace, not for show but more through custom, as women in particular go about their daily business in traditional finery: sweeping colourful dresses for some, feathery woollen skirts for others. The differences in style are due to differing tribal origins, mostly the tzotzil and tzetzal tribes.

As a consequence of the popularity of travel to here, artisan markets and shops have sprung up all over town. Through the years, “San Cris” has attracted artists, craftsmen and other bohemian travellers who have settled here amongst the indigenous people and created a spiritual, almost hippy-style community. Dreadlocks and floating outfits are nearly as common as tribal wear.

San Cristobal
Typical comidas, San Cristobal

With its colourful low rise buildings facing each other across narrow cobbled streets, San Cristobal is so very attractive, given further character by the tree clad mountains which encircle the town. Its churches are expansive and equally colourful, each seeming to have its own colour scheme distinct from the others. All of the narrow streets in the compact centre are one-way, with just a few car free streets close to the cathedral, all adding up to a beautifully quaint setting.

San Cristobal churches
Santo Domingo de Guzman Church

The churches of the town possess a real individuality beyond their colourful exterior: intricate golden detail adorns the walls of Santo Domingo de Guzman, red white and green neon illuminates the inside of Guadalupe. Jesus is presented in uncharacteristic purple robes, and then in a sparkling silver gown; one church is laden with flowers, another with garlands. 

Guadalupe church, San Cristobal

Bell towers of the churches rise above all other buildings, suburbs creep up the mountainsides, cars by definition can move only slowly across the uneven cobbles and around 90-degree corners, clothes shops shout bright colours and the town smells of coffee and chocolate.

Cerillo church, San Cristobal

We find ourselves billeted in a ridiculously large house here, tucked hacienda style between streets and completely hidden from view. Thinking we were renting just part of the house, we find ourselves instead with five double bedrooms, four bathrooms, large lounge and kitchen, wooden beamed ceilings and castle-like staircases. All for the price of…for a whole week, less than one night in a San Francisco hotel.

And this is where the peacocks come in. Outside in the sizeable garden there are two males and two females, plus a large unidentified fowl with a fluffy chick in tow. As airbnb stays go, this is one BIG property. We’re not quite sure how we’ve ended up with the whole place to ourselves. I’m not quite sure where Michaela is half the time, either – my calls of “where are you?” being met usually with a distant and echoey “up here”. 

The presence and the influence of the indigenous tribes is powerful and unmissable here, in San Cristobal itself and in the surrounding mountain villages, so much so that this was the birthplace of the Zapatista movement, an organisation which has fought – physically and politically – to protect the rights of those indigenous peoples. 

Ancient mystical beliefs are interwoven with modern day living in strange and intriguing ways, none more so than the influence of Coca-Cola. Incredibly, the tribal peoples of the Chiapas region consume more of it than anyone else on the planet – an astonishing TWO LITRES per person per day, including children! The origins of this date from when the first introduction of Coca-Cola to these parts made it cheaper than clean water.

Even more amazing is the fact that Coke has become completely intertwined with mystical beliefs, forming part of deeply religious ceremonies to the point where the inevitable burping which follows consumption is seen as a method of expelling evil spirits from the body, bizarre as that may seem. Drink cola, burp, and you are cleansed.

The epicentre of this intriguing enclave is the village of San Juan Chemula, our visit there is so full of oddities that the story will appear in our next post.

The longer we are here, the more we come to appreciate that San Cristobal is something of a foodie paradise. As long as you avoid the over touristy restaurants around the zocalo, the town literally teems with great eateries in virtually every neighbourhood, whether it’s traditional comidas, upscale restaurants or simple street food stalls. There’s great food for every budget.

Like so many mountain and remote areas, Chiapas state has its own examples of local delicacies – drinks wise, these are pozol and pox. Pozol is a non-alcoholic drink made from cacao and corn and served cold, a kind of thick and grainy chocolate drink. Pox, meanwhile, is the local firewater. Fortunately, it’s pronounced “posh” – fortunately because it sounds a lot better to say “I’m drinking posh” than it does to say “I’m drinking pox”. Available with a variety of flavourings, it’s a strong alcoholic drink made from a sugarcane base.

Sumidero Canyon
Sumidero Canyon

An hour or so from San Cristobal is the spectacular Sumidero Canyon where the Rio Grijalva flows between the sides of a gorge up to 800 metres high. Our views from the top of the canyon are unfortunately mostly obscured by the swirling cloud below, but the ride on a “lancha” (a form of elongated motor boat) is more rewarding, ploughing through the choppy waters between those colossal canyon sides to the village of Chiapa de Corzo.

Entering the steep canyon

Crocodiles bask in the sunshine at the water’s edge while pelicans plunge headlong into the river to snare their prey and raptors circle overhead. Waterfalls drop from such ridiculous heights that half of the cascading water drifts away on the breeze and never makes it to the foot of the fall.

On board the lancha we are reminded of the good and bad sides of organised tours: without it, we wouldn’t get to ride through this amazing canyon, but at the same time it’s hard not to be irritated by the young girls on board who spend twice as much time posing for selfies as they do admiring the scenery. Oh, this modern world huh.

Sumidero Canyon
Sumidero Canyon

San Cristobal de las Casas is rapidly endearing itself to us with its unique characteristics. Our next post will see us venture out of town to delve more deeply into some of the tribal mystique and take a peek under the surface of a very different world. 

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