At the biggest indigenous market in Guatemala, a group of tourists and I plowed through the sea of human bodies in search of some good bargains. The market had very small lanes and was crammed with bodies. The children of the stall owners even hid below the tables. I myself was overwhelmed and claustrophobic after two hours. It was just too much. After about an hour I was happy to step aside for some lunch and let the massive parade traffic drift on by.
Strangely enough, after midday the traffic had reduced by 50% and we were left to shop in peace in the last hours there.