San Cristobal de las Casas might have been cooler in other circumstances

The bus ride wasn't that bad at all, slept most of the way and woke up to see the sunrise in the jungle. Unlike the parts of Mexico city I saw San Cristobal is very touristic, but also full of natives, which makes it a colourfull spot where many backpackers stay to live after their tour in Central or Latin America. I won't be one of them though: Psychedelic Americans who believe that humans evolved from reptilian extraterrestrials from space getting prepared for the new era starting in 2012 - lizzies – just aren't my cup of tea. Neither do I feel at home with hippies dealing and meeting dealers all day long all excited about the starting mushroom season, for quite different reasons than I usually am. I know how boring and restricted that makes me sound but hey, I think I just prefer a lifestyle with a future, living completely day-to-day works better when you're a teenager.

Sunday was full of sun, mango peeling and chutney making, followed by a great dinner at the hippie house. I met a cool, completely deaf, couchsurfing couple who were hitchhiking their way though Latin America and had the longest conversation on notes since high school.


On Monday it was time for a nature excursion with my host Rudy, her girlfriend Monika and a CS couple from the states. Rudy and Monika met in CS in december and are now expecting a baby - yeah, CS is TOTALLY not a dating site. And me and Erik met already in November so we're taking it nice and slow only having moved in together... After seeing how countless aerobic classes don't help at all when walking up the hill in these altitudes, admiring the views and feeling the coldness and cleanliness of the mountain current on a hot Mexican spring day we got back to the city for a bit a sightseeing and for some quesadillas later.

That's where the fun ended. I've spent the last 48 hours dividing my time between the bed and the toilet, having only water, tea, juice and different kinds of pills to keep me 'alive'. 39 degrees feaver and extremely unhappy stomach doesn't make best travelling company so I'll have to cross at least Villahermosa and Palenque off my list for now. I don't know what I would've done without Rudy, Monika and their flatmate Kate who've taken such good care of me. So the view on the left has been the only one I've seen in the last couple of days.

God how I'm tired of being sick...