Hotel California Huehuetenango

... him to finish, then came over with a pail and washed the vom into the street. Are you kidding me?? And then the guy sat there and drank for another 2 hours! Example 2: The men's bathroom is a corner of the bar. No, I didn't mistype that. It's not in a corner of the bar. It is the corner. There is a specific corner and all the men stand and face it and pee. Photographic evidence attached. The "girls" bathroom doesn't exist. Jose had to ask the owner if ...

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The Colonel would both be jumping with joy at the fact that an entire nation are down with the fingerlicking fun but turn in his grave as i havent seen on of his hallowed eateries.
My only console is that the chicken is actually chicken and not some kind of processed turkey offel that you find in the Colonels establishments.

This lunch time i pushed the boat out and had fried chicken, but not alone, oh no! i treated myself, like a special sunday treat... with ...

... ruinas. Después visitamos y tocamos un tour de Museo de Historia y Architecturia. Nosotros fue allí por dos horas. Después, comemos almuerzo a un poco heladario. Yo amo helado, lo es muy muy muy delicioso. A la una en la tarde salimos Huehue. Nosotros empezamos en nuestro viaje a Ixcan Jungla, el viaje toco mucho tiempo.

... place. Afterwards, two friends of them (who also had offered us their house on the internet) came, and they took us to the market and afterwards to a "Mirador" wher, if it hadn´t been for the slupid clouds, we had been able to seen some Volcanoes. Then, we went again to the Station to pick up two other people that were coming to sleep also in Jorge´s house. They were a man from Germany and the girlfrind from Chile, both of ...

... booty like Beyonce. It was strange because I found myself staring but wondering if you were aloud to stare after all this is supposed to be a conservative christian country, anyway in case you were wondering I kept staring. We would have made a night of it but the owner of our hostel insisted on staying up so he could open the door to the hostel for us. He was so nice, always saying ´My house is your house´. Well we got back an hour and a half late, it reminded me of the days ...

... dress and traditions. And it was the Mayan presence and their bedazzling markets that made our 9 days here the most interesting leg of the entire trip from a "we are experiencing another culture" perspective. We had left La Libertad, El Salvador early in the morning on September 29 which allowed us to arrive in Antigua, Guatemala's former capital, by mid afternoon. With cobblestone streets, beautifully restored colonial-era buildings and towering volcanoes flanking it on 3 ...

... touting children, I think they feel overwhelmed. I tend to think that the kids are just bored and see walking around with tourists to be a fun (and hopefully profitable) game. It´s like the Guatemalan version of the lemonade stand.

Sure, some kids really are working. And it´s a little disheartening how quickly you get used to seeing child labor in action. 10 year olds working long shifts at the family store, 8 year olds shining shoes all day, 13 year ...

... dad and gran - bearing in mind Ana can speak English but her mum and dad can't. So it was quite awkward at the dinner table that first night. Welly put his foot in it by starting to eat dinner before saying grace, and got the evils from her dad, not a good start! We had dinner and then went upstairs to study (trying to get some patter together to speak to the parents!). Studied from 8 ...

... ATM is 3 hours away by bus, and there´s no certainty that the banks will have cash. How bizarre to be traveling during the Guatemalan Money Crisis. The government collected all the 100Q notes to replace them with newer nicer ones. That never happened. They either forgot to print them, or they ran out of paper, or they ran out of money. No one knows. I had gotten a bunch out last week when I was ...

... anything, so I kept going. A few minutes later, I saw four guys on an overlook above me, playing some sort of instrument and giggling at me. When I got to the overlook, I found four guys were playing a marimba-which is like a home-made xylophone-on the edge of a cliff. A father and three sons, they banged out a couple songs and even let me play along. I walked with the teenaged sons who were carrying the huge instrument back to their house ...