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.