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.