Tara, Dan, Alan, and myself got a colectivo back from Palenque ruins. Since Alan and I were planning to go straight into town and find some transport to San Cristóbal, and since Tara and Dan also needed to go into town, we convinced the colectivo driver to stop in El Panchán, and to wait for us for 1 minute. However, I hadn't already packed up, so I needed to do so in a hurry!
I've never left anywhere in such a mad, lightning rush as I left El Panchán. I sprinted over to my hammock space, pulled down my hammock, stuffed my hammock (and everything else lying around) into my bag, put my bag on my back, and ran back to the waiting colectivo as quick as I could. When I got there, they were just about to give up waiting for me, and to drive off.
As I said to Alan, once we were in the colectivo: "you'd think the Russians are coming!"