This morning I woke up to drilling outside my window. When I looked out the window I saw that there were very extensive roadworks.

I left the guesthouse, and came to my proper hostel. I passed so many roadworks on my way, and it’s a small town. And they were roadworks where they either have to reroute the traffic altogether, or where they have to reroute the traffic to use the other side of the street.

Then I went on a walkabout of the Centro Historico, where I’m staying. I was looking for a Mexican restaurant I’d read about. More roadworks. The entire street where the restaurant is dug up (it’s in the photo). The waiter told me that it’s all backhanders and corruption.