An Irishman, an Englishman and a Swede.........

....miming an illness has become an interesting thing to do for travellers with absolutely no Spanish. Mafin a good egg from Sweden had stomach cramps for the last two days. He needed something for it and with little Spanish tried valiantly to explain his lack of bowel movements. Resorting eventiually to miming out his ailments with shoked onlookers laughing at him openly,
.....San Cristobal de Las Casas is where I´m at right now. It´s a hippy town in the Chiapas in Mexico. Its high on altitude and attitude. I´ve been here for 3 days now and instead of gawking at the native Mayans zoolike(they still believe cameras steal your soul and if you take a picture of a church its soul goes too, wonder if thats what happened at home?) I´ve decided the best plan of action is to take in the town itself. It is like Nimbin in Oz, Hoi An in the Nam etc. Yes there are hippies all over this place, some begging on the street. These hippies are robbing the local peoples staple means of earning. Get a job bums. I´ve hooked up with Mafin and Dave, both sounds blokes and hit the clubs of the town. Caught a salsa band straight out of Latin America Machismo and a reggae band playing Ska and Bob Marleys greatest hits. Drank some free pink stuff and roamed the streets looking for some tacos. Yeah its a holiday.
.......the market radiated with the smell of dried fish, fresh meat and bulls bollox(seriously its a delicacy) when I came across a stall while waiting on Mafin talking to a person he knows. A pottery stall stood in fromt of us and behind it a young boy stared down intently at his crotch. He was fiddling with a piss of cling film and his mini me. Luckily he was not serving food.

How yis anyways hope yis are all good, Pat Rafter