To fill in later.

But, in short, finally left the San Cristobal area and travelled with Amanda, via Ocosingo, to Agua Azul, which turned out to be the least entertaining part of a journey centering around open-backed tarped trucking through the rain of beatiful Chiapas countryside, including a child vomiting and us thinking we were mistakingly being taken to Palenque to sharing our space with a live bagged chicken...