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Getting to this town was already a quest on its own.
Coming from Valladolid, I clearly took the wrong path because I found myself in the middle of a dry jungle with a fire on the horizon.
On arrival I am dazzled by the amount of yellow present in this town, I can't miss a classic carriage ride.
Mario, my coachman for the day, enlightens me about the history of the town, where the yellow colour comes from, the presence of the ancient pyramids, now destroyed and with missing bricks, and the use of the aforementioned bricks for the construction of the Franciscan monastery.
It amazes and saddens me to see the magnificence and grandeur of pre-Columbian history in contrast to the colonisation period.
From time to time I asked Mario to stop the carriage so that I could go to take some photos around, I leave my backpack with him, as it is heavy and bulky.
At the end of the tour, I thank him for the detailed and instructive tour.
Checking the wallet at dinner time, I notice that
a big chunk of cash was missing...
Elisa is dumb at times...
Keep your belongings with you at all times
Don’t be like Elisa!