We went on a tour to the nearby village, inhabited by local Mayan people. Inside this church, I watched the sacrifice of two chickens in a bizarre ritual that involved waving and touching a live chicken to all parts of the body under the light of 50 candles, before strangling the bird to death.
A big night was had at the Revolution Bar, with live music by a local reggae band. There was lots of dancing. Mexican guys rock the salsa much to the delight of the ladies, but are clueless at anything outside of that spectrum, so us non-Latin Westerners had our time to dominate the dance floor too. Tore that place apart with two British girls I met at the hostel, and paid dearly the next morning.