Good Morning, Chiapas

We arrived in Palenque after a 8 hours bus ride in the middle of the night. The road passes close to the border with both Belize and Nicaragua and I kept waking up whenever the bus stopped for police and military patrol. Two of my friends had a fever and went straight to the hospital, while the rest of us started looking for a hotel where I would not sleep: in the evening I will be starting my three-day trip back to Hamburg. 


Despite the lack of sleep, the heat, and the sickness, Palenque made the end-of-holiday melancholia disappear, with its colourful street and its Mayan archeological site nestled in the mountains.