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In Palenque

The overnight coach from Xalapa gets us into Palenque at 8.30 in the morning. It´s lush and green and I immediately feel right at home. It reminds me of Mwanza in the rainy season. There are more wazungu, sorry gringos, around than I have seen for a while and the locals studiously ignore us. We quiz a couple of travelers for details of the best places to stay and then head for breakfast. Plenty of fruit, fried plaintains and tamales. I´m going to like it here 😉

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