(11 Shots) | I’m not a people-shooter; certainly not in those days. Just too shy; but being respectful sounds a lot better. It were the beautiful colours of the clothes that made me step out of my comfort-zone.
We stayed a couple of days in San Cristóbal de las Casas; the Capital of the state of Chiapas. Our travel-guide had a little friend in town; whose name I have forgotten. We had the opportunity to visit her home and her family. Then we saw a little more than the colourful clothes everyone was wearing.
Actually it reminded me of the chicken coop at the farm of my grandparents; including the henhouse, which in this case was the shed they lived in. Inside was a small fire burning; no chimney to let the blue smoke out. Then I understood why the kids in the streets, who were begging for a peso, often had red eyes. While we felt uncomfortable looking around at the poverty of these people, they were friendly offering us some of their handmade stuff to buy. Which we did of course.
When we left I took a shot of the sheds I had seen on our way there; they had turned into a row of ‘residences’.