Around noon the stomach churning overnight bus ride from Chetumal eventually came to an end and we disembarked in San Cristobal de las Casas. We secured our tickets for the next night bus journey to Oaxaca and found a hostel near the station that was willing to watch our bags so we could use our free afternoon to walk around the city.
San Cristobal is a really beautiful place; kind of like a bigger, more interesting Antigua with a lot of Mexican tourists and fewer gringo groups. Most of the houses are painted with bright pastel colors, there are striking looking churches scattered around, and pedestrian-only streets run by the main plaza. Not to mention the amazing food. Within a few minutes of arriving we had already bought cut mangoes covered with lime juice and chile from a street vendor for a dollar (the best flavor combo EVER). That was soon followed by enchiladas topped with mole negro for me and chilaquiles for Andy and for dinner tortas, a Mexican sandwich.
We’ve decided that San Cristobal is a city worth revisiting and hopefully next year will be back. We barely had time to scratch the surface before we had to get our bags and board the bus.