The situation turns claustrophobic quickly. Video camera in one hand, I'm not sure if I should keep the free one covering my purse like I normally would in a crowd or covering my butt to protect it from any opportunistic violations.
The only sounds came from a couple of cantinas, emitting the unmistakable smell of stale beer and woeful Mexican tunes which provided the ambiance. The traffic noise was absent, making for a pleasant if not a tad bit eerie journey.
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Where to eat, drink coffee, and chill in San Cristóbal de las Casas, Mexico.
At this point, I had to laugh at myself. By sticking to the designated areas I had cheated myself of going deeper, seeing more, getting to really see the place and not just the sights.