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um, chiapas.
san cristobal is quaint by all accounts, including mine...

this guy´s got some serious junk in his trunk. like, mega-muffins.

mega-muffins and this world-class skater all reside in tuxtla-guiterrez, or t-gootz, as i would call it if i lived there. this sweet young punk is ripping it up outside the bigcity theatre, which i didn´t not even for a moment enter.

the highlight of my passing through of t-gootz was the parque de la marimba. (not shown). every night all the dancers of the town gather for some classically mexcian marimba music played by nine old guys in starched white shirts. not coincidentally, all of the dancers of the town are over sixty years in age. they show up every afternoon at six to do the slow motion boogie with their wives and husbands, and their friends husbands and wives, for three solid hours til the sun goes down or the old guys stop playing, whichever comes second. dancing the marimba appears rather similar to dancing a waltz, or perhaps a mellow tango. the park is packed with the oldies dancing, the kids playing and pleading with their parents to buy them balloons, and the middle aged teenagers watching from the back row, dreaming of a day when they will be old enough that dancing the marimba will not be considered uncool. and the best part is that it ain´t a tourist event. i swear they´re not putting on a show for anyone. nonetheless, it´s a hell of a show. the spry old dudes lead their ladies with funk, flavor, crazy individual styles and well-practiced ease. the women gracefully and effortlessly match step for step, bumping the attractiveness of the dance up to at least eleven. i loved the parque de la marimba. watch out for some low-impact marimba music to be creeping it´s way into my next dj set.

after dancing, head over to get some street corn, with mayonaisse, of course.

the chiapas beach is unpopulated, unless you count garbage and baby turtles.

a nice round month in mexico.