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Travel Blogs from San Pedro La Laguna
... the quetzal bird, Guatemala wouldn't survive in captivity. the writer could try, but it in the verbal cage he built he found only bones and a solitary resplendent feather. Maybe the place doesn't exist after all"
The writer says it better than I ever could.
I had come to Guatemala to say goodbye. I have been here every year over the past four years, but it seems like a habit that is unsustainable. I didn't want to be so ...
... as rough as he remembers the waves being as well. We looked around at the fellow passengers, all Guatemalans, none of whom seemed bothered by the situation and decided....well, they know better than us...if they're ok with it I guess we are. we motored across the choppy water, our boat lifting up and then crashing back down with what seemed like enough force to splinter the craft to pieces, I hung out to the wet bench below me to keep from being thrown out. Several times over the ...
... fog-draped mountains, our bus racing along and hugging the sides of the slopes or zipping perilously close to the edge I was happy to listen to the lovely, lilting Spanish of the Guatemalan Highlands, which still sounds to me a like a song, especially when called out in easy cadence by the bus ayudantes shouting out their destinations or the women climbing on an off the buses announcing the food or wares they were vending. A stooped old man climbed on the bus and took a ...
... the back shed were a lot of women sitting about not doing very much
from what we could see. Inside the floor was covered in straw and
Maximon was in the centre of the room. A
dummy with no legs or arms. He has numerous ties around his neck with
money tucked into them. He was chain smoking and knocking back the
shots, helped of course by his two minders.
Behind him was a row of men sharing alcohol and pretty ...
I finally feel like a traveler in a foreign world a backpacker, a sight see-er, adventurous to what lies ahead. I had been no where fast and sitting around Antigua was making me restless and ready with wild eyes for what lie ahead and that place was San Pedro, Lake Atitilan. So with high hopes and a terrible hang-over i boarded the long and grueling ride to the lake; it wasn't that bad just the last forty minutes of body ...
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