From Puerto Angel we caught an overnight bus to San Cristobal de Las Casas. This was one of those places that everyone said was one not to miss, but to be honest if I had my time again I might do just that.

It's not that San Cristobal was unpleasant, it wasn't. Rather, it just didn't flick my switch. That said, San Cristobal is famous for its locally grown coffee and we taste a number of single origin blends all of which were delicious in their own notable way. What's more, the baristas here really knew their stuff.

We visited another couple of the impressive churches that Mexico has in such abundance. The story of how Mexico became 90% catholic is quite interesting - it involves some pragmatism on the Vatican's behalf and an apparition of Mary to an indigenous Mexican (the Apparition of Our Lady of Guadalupe). It seems that basically Roman Catholicism and some of the indigenous gods/deities were blended into a type of Catholicism not seen elsewhere in the world. The churches have all the usual catholic trimmings, but are so heavy adorned with flowers, candles and other offerings that the altars sometimes look more Hindu than catholic.

We only spent a couple of days in San Cristobal, one of which I was pretty sick. Initially I thought that Em and I might have had too much of a good thing at a wine bar we found on the first night, but it turned out was more likely just a bout of travel belly.

Other than that we stayed in a fairly agricultural little hostal and meet some Aussies that had just been to Burning Man. Next stop Guatemala, our first land border crossing this trip.