Casa Luna Coban

... by shotgun holding guards.<br><br>6PM - We arrive at our hostel!! We book our cabana, tour for tomorrow, and wait an agonizing hour until American buffet style dinner time. Why must Guatemalans eat dinner so late?! We ate so much we couldn´t sleep on our stomachs. mmmm. Hit it off with a few English travelers and Andy learned a new card game that he makes me play with him way toooo often now. I´m guessing he likes it because he somehow ...

... there's not really much that's worth them learning as they probably spend the rest of their lives in that region and do as their parents have done for hundreds of years, not much has changed here I<br>don't think for hundreds of years. Looks like the Spanish didn't take all the gold though as there are quite a few of them with gold teeth (more women than men). <br>We saw a lovely poster where you can get your whole top row of front teeth done for ...

... local food. <br><br>After a few days we move to Iguna Perida, Santa Cruz, on the other side of the lake to chill and relax after the relative hustle of San Pedro. The hostel is amazing, lots of little cabins in a jungle setting. We opt for a rustic cabana but after seeing the wildlife inside (huge jungle spiders) we move to a more expensive newly built double room. Its almost deserted, bar staff, we are the only people ...

... at the mouth of the cave. A few bats were around, but not many. I expected them to all exit at once, but it was more like someone turning the faucet on. There was just more and more of them - swirling and diving to avoid me. Several thousand flew past and not one touched me.<br> While I was staying here I ran into some friends that ...

... figured most people must be doing a different adventure to me. <br><br> The four or five hour bus trip had some amazing scenery, layers and layers of mountains, mountains that looked like they were coming out of other mountains. As with all the bus trips we passes hundreds of poor people getting on with their lives, carrying huge baskets on their backs. We travelled through little towns where the main street was so densely packed with ...

... 8230; everything is fine.  Lots of love!!!<br><br>Devin and I had heard from a local in Todos Santos that we might not be able to make it to Coban, due to a large landslide that had washed out the road.  However, it seemed that minibuses where heading that way so it must be possible and safe right?  So wrong!  As we drove up the dirt road we saw landslide after landslide after landslide.  They were small, no big deal, and we were able to drive around ...

... croirait en train de discuter avec les gens dehors. Mais c'est plus que parfait. Resto, pâtes pour les filles à problèmes d'estomac et pour Ana et fajitas pour moi, je m'en lasse pas. Sur le retour, Nancy nous fait une chute magistrale. De retour à l'hôtel, Laetitia lui donne des poches de mercurochrome et d'arnica, puis s'endort. Nancy se tourne alors vers nous (Ana et moi dans l'autre chambre) la cuisse toute rouge un peu paniquée ...

... we got into Coban. The driver was pushing for us to stay at his hostel. It was crowded and only had a shared bathroom, so we decided to walk around a bit and look for something else. We not only found something cheaper but it had a private bathroom. I am almost sick of being in the mountains though. There are no straight roads anywhere we have been so far. We keep hugging the sides of mountains and going round and round to get to other towns.

... we decided to stay in the same hotel as Carol and Chris were staying in. I think that it had been a place where Peace Corps volunteers had stayed in at one time. We slept in bunkbeds and shared a bathroom with others, including the kitchen staff but everything was clean and we had plenty of warm, clean bedding. The hotel, Casa D'Acuna had a lovely restaurant and the management knew how to take care of travellers' needs. Carol and Chris went to visit an ...