Once
on a very
narrow snow covered
road after bad storm there wasn't enough
room for an oncoming car to pass... I pulled into the «bank»
on the side of the
road with the hope «we can do this»... and other car passed and I «plowed» through!!
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.