Guatefriend'S Bed & Breakfast Guatemala City

... where the Cathedral and Palacio Nacional are located (the classic tourist sites in the city). Although Doñna Emma told me to get on the number 3 bus apparently I got on the 63. I blame this on the fact that I had been traveling the day before and that the buses all exhaust thick smog so I couldn´t see the "6". Another word about the buses. Ever wonder what happend to the old school buses from the States? The ones with the long fronts? Well they are ...

... right to wash their clothes. There is no water up the hill so they carry their dirty laundry down, gather around this pool pourwater into their buckets or into the cement holes that are made for washing and then they wash their clothes and take them back up.<br>We visited a church where there was a Cristo Negro - black Jesus on a cross - they say it got that way because of all the candles lit up under the ...

... was supposed to meet up the previous day. We had even asked a bunch of boats if Nate was on board. We were ignored. And then we were nine.<br><br>(Sid was someone on the Mongolia trip for those who have not read that blog. We would often show up late with stories of aventures.)<br><br>So we head to the ferry to goto the town of San Marco. It´s a big disappointment. We wander around and it´s ...

... and reaching and flailing arms, dancing on the beach, no doubt in celebration of the perfect day soon to begin. As I approached, I sadly realized that the youth was not dancing to the bay, but rather bending to sift through the debris left by the night's tide, stopping now and then to pick up a starfish and then standing, to heave it back into the sea. I asked the youth the purpose of the ...

This entry is long, long overdue! Some people (err, Mom) have been harping on about getting this entry up. And rightfully so, this probably should've been one of my first entries! Anyways, I'm going to talk all about my family and my home here! They're all quite idiosyncratic in their own ways, but they're all great people. This is Marta Zamora! She's my (host) mom. Definitely a peculiar person, she's been warming up to me over the last few ...

... almost always overflowing with crapstained toilet paper. Better than an overflowing crapstained toilet, I guess.<br> <br> 2. The Gap Between Rich And Poor - Sunday is the day that people from the capital make their way to Antigua for a day trip. And it´s also the day that my blood begins to boil. Because this is when I see scores of greasy Slick Ricks in their Porsche Boxters and BMW M5´s (presumably bought with drug money) drive past homeless mothers with five children ...

... available to us: to hope for the best. Xela is about 2 hours from San Pedro. After to and a half hours we stopped in the middle of nowhere. The driver fixed his stare, pointed at us, and then pointed to the roadside. Sheepishly, we got off the bus, unloaded our luggage, and sat on the roadside wondering whether we should try hitchhiking with our pigeon Spanish. Fortunately, after about half an hour, the cavalry arrived in the form ...

... of sorts. Also, when I returned Sunday night I uploaded my pictures onto my computer and took a look through them. Unfortunately, my pictures don't capture anything resembling the actual scenes, people, and experiences, in my opinion, so hopefully I can better paint the picture through writing. Just for a quick overview of what we did last week, here's a bullet list: - Antigua to Guatemala City: visited a forensic anthropology lab where exhumed bodies from mass graves are taken to be ...

... departure gate was in another concourse, but it was easy getting there on the airport's train. There was also no free wifi access in the Atlanta airport. I was starving, so bought a sausage, egg, and cheese sandwich for $8.00. Isn't airport food wonderful? While waiting for our plane to load we met up with Paula. That was easy because I've been on 2 other trips with her and she hadn't changed a bit. Pam was a lot harder to pick out. I saw ...

I went down to Guatamala city for two days waiting for my friend Chris to arrived. The city was surprisingly very dirty. I discovered one of Che Guevaras drinking spots in the city center. I witnessed a protest going down at the presedential palace.