ride from Antigua to Chichicastenango - a city famous for its Thursday and Sunday fairs. It is worth to mention at the margins of the public transport system in Guatemala. Brilliantly organized bus connections are here. Chicken bus supports two people - a driver and a beater. The latter play a very important function. Hanging in the door of the bus yelling out loud the name of to which the vehicle travels. Just to get off with just one bus pulls up nasteny, from which he jumps agile beater, he asks to go, go, then climbs the ladder to the roof, in order to put our luggage there. One bus connects the Polish and Guatemalan - price per ticket. It is quite similar (Guatemalan sa little cheaper). On the similarities end ... Anyone who traveled to Poland by public transport knows the atmosphere on the bus ride through the city during peak hours - full poddenerwowanych przepychajacych August humans. In these buses, even an angel loses patience, get into action elbows and other parts of the body, and screams in the style - where you succeeded here is pushing with this bag! - Are on the agenda and no one is surprised. In Guatemala, the buses are crowded two times more. On the small seat sit at 3, 4 sometimes 5 people. People move along the entire corridor. Barker selling tickets. Everywhere packages, bags. To this are only one door - them every moment someone enters and exits. Yet here there is total peace of mind. No one screaming at no one, not pushed. Travelling by bus Guatemalan even this most crowded m is really fun. Guatemalans seem to be divinely peaceful people.
just such a bus line to Chichi. It is the most magical city that I saw in your life! Martin comes to the same conclusion. Even though there are many tourists, not kill it completely exotic Chichi. Chichi on Sunday is primarily all, a huge market - with everything - from eating through the fabric on the ubrabnia and the crafts. It is a pity that you can not buy anything special, because so many beautiful things here ...
On the one hand stalls is a beautiful white church (16 century), accessible through a staircase, the entire besieged by Indian vendors, mired in the smoke from the furnace located there. Just at the door of the smoke from the Indians spray cans with a special lotion. In the middle of the passage leading to the altar of thousands of candles. Mali natives still new light candles, whispering in your prayers any language (for us it sounds like a mantra.) Altars are almost black. Indian children run around, hear sounds of drums, someone on your lap it over and over to tibernakulum and back. Never in my life we were not so magical church! We visit the cemetery
still full of colorful graves (mostly paint them in pastel colors, it looks amazing.) We are witnessing checked there by the Indian ritual. Later we learn that despite the Maya adopted Catholicism retained many of its traditions and habits, for example, spraying the fire, or burning candles in thanksgiving to God. The Indian Christian mix gives an amazing effect.
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