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After arrival in Sayaxché I find out that all southbound busses have left. The Southern bus terminal on the river bank is completely empty. One arrives in half an hour. I get on and the driver circles the city with me, honking and shouting - he looks for passengers. We come back with a few other people to the riverside. In the meantime, several vans have come from the other side (from Santa Elena) and people start assembling. We are full in about an hour and we leave. Raxrujá, the next city where I know about a hotel, is about 60 miles (100 km) away. It is getting dark. Once we arrive at Raxrujá, it is completely dark. Lights are on, but it does not help much. Streets are busy - a circus came to the city and many people are outside. I ask about "hospedaje" (accomodation) and the locals show me a building by the main road. A 12-year old boy sits at the front desk. He tells me that one night costs 15 Q ($2), calls his dad and he shows me the room. I stay on the second floor. The building is still under construction, the first floor is made of bricks, the second one of wood - the interior looks like a shed. The advantage of raw wood is, that you cannot tell whether it is clean or dirty. I turn on the light - and turn it quickly off again, because there is a gap of about 8 inches (20 cm) between one wall and the ceiling and mosquitos could get here. I take a cold shower (what else?) and take a dinner in a nearby restaurant. A fried chicken with beans, four tacos and a coke cost me also 15 Q, including tip. Prices are unbelievable here.
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