There were children running and playing
along the highway in their bare feet; locals bicycling through the village; thin and sad - looking dogs roaming around and laying in the middle
of the
road; lots
of garbage and litter scattered
along the
side of the
road;
abandoned buildings with jungle growth creeping inside them and graffiti on the exterior; open - air handicraft markets selling typical Mexican souvenirs and blankets in a variety
of vibrant colours; empty bus stops covered in graffiti; small, open - air and simple restaurants with red Coca Cola signs on the exterior, and matching tables and chairs serving authentic cuisine; locals cooking and serving fresh meat on a barbeque
along the
road; a small park and square; narrow gravel
roads stemming off
of the highway to the remainder
of the village; and tiny one - room houses with either thatched roofs and wooden panels on the
sides or square white painted houses with a flat roof, barred windows and always a satellite dish on top.