Before leaving Zipolite we took one last walk down the beach and then up a dirt alley into what is essentially downtown.  This must be what Playa del Carmen looked like 20 - 30 years ago with dirt streets.  Workers were putting in a new road and sidewalks and I found a whole new gallery of graffiti on those streets. Yeah!  More on that later.  Our taxi driver took it slow and easy back to the Pochutla bus station as promised.  Our destination was Juchitan today, five hours away.  We were late in leaving. I'm guessing it had to do with the parade that went through town.  Not the kind of parade with marching bands and beauty queen floats but one with folks of all ages carrying banners for tierra y libertad (land and liberty).  I could see them in a dusty field as the bus finally passed them.  Along the way our bus picked up school kids, an old man with a machete, families, and workers.  We passed dry river beds, tall cactus with yellow flowers on top, birds flying overhead and way too much  plastic garbage along the road.  And that makes me sad.