I had to look up the definition of ‘ecotourism’ on Wikipedia because I had the suspicion I’d been duped.
There we sat on our boat idling on the Grijalva River looking at monkeys lounge in the trees above us. The smell of the burning fuel stung our nostrils as we gawked at the monkeys. They had the better seats to gawk at us, high in the trees of Sumidero Canyon.
San Cristobal de las Casas was deemed a “magical village” in 2003 by the Mexican board of tourism and further recognized by President Filipe Calderon as the most magical of the magical villages in 2010. I’m unsure whether state agencies or presidents have the power or prestige of mysticism to make such designations, but one can see what they mean. Here lies the cultural capital of the state of Chiapas, with many local villages, like San Juan Chamula, making significant contributions. Religious ceremony here is almost always accompanied by the local spirit, pox (pronounced poh-sh), distilled from cane sugar and corn. This strong ceremonial liquor augments that “magical” feeling Senor Presidente Calderon was talking about.