Marriott Guatemala City

... time to clear security and stroll around. Got myself a coffee and a sandwich and spend the time playing a bit on my laptop. No free internet there. <br><br>Flying with American Airlines is not like British Airways. First of all, there is no free service on board - only food and drinks for purchase. Same thing I experienced when flying from Jamaica to Toronto many years ago. Wonder if they consider every intra-American destinations domestic?) I ...

... and ****** off from all the travelling. The place was lovely, clean, tidy and huge beds - to be fair though I´d say we would´ve slept anywhere. Brian ended up out for beers with two girls that night. I had to go to bed because I couldn´t hold my head up anymore, my neck was killing me and I just needed to get horizontal. He went out with a Swedish girl who worked in the place and one of her friends, a Dutch girl I think - lucky him eh?<br><br>Wednesday ...

... br>I spent allot of the weekend visiting the old churches and sights around town, saving the Volcano for Christina when she gets back. I took Wesley in to get checked and it turned out that the gears just needed to be adjusted, and the engine is fine... it is quite possible the black smoke was a combination of poor fuel and a new engine settling in as the smoke cleared up. Cost for adjusting the gears was 100 Quetzals, $12US. <br><br> Feels good to have Wesley back in shape again.

... was heard during our Pana Rock Visit: 3 (twice by the band, once on tv).<br><br>Beer Total: 5 (Moza Bock, Dorada Ice)<br><br>On our walk back we eat some street fried chicken. Actually I eat street fried beef tacos. Terrible. The others eat street fried checken. Awesome. Several people give ratings better than KFC. I go to bed knowing that I had chosen poorly. And I start hoping the only poor choice was taste.

... route. It's very enjoyable. <br><br>The people at the hostel recommended us to eat in a place called 4 grados al norte. It is a zone with bars and restaurants of all kinds. However it is far from where we were. The first difficulty was when we tried to get a taxi. We were told to avoid the buses because of the assaults and the white taxis because they don't use a specific rate but you have to bargain over the price, it could become ...

... and was generally considered the finest poet of the colonial era. <br> <br>When I returned from ChiChi, I trekked to the northwest end of the city. I was awed by the ruins of La Recoleccion and San Jeronimo. Heading east on 1 Calle, I arrived again at La Merced, but I did not mind another look at this gorgeous church. Further east, there is the remains of an old convent Santa Teresa, which is currently being used as the local jail. Finally I ...

... metres behind us taking pictures and later told us we affirmed his decision to be single. We also rented a dug out canoe to see what it was like. This mostly involved capsizing it whilst the locals laughed at us. It´s a lot tricker than it looks. The indigenous people float effortlessly above the water making no sound. We look retarded. Enough of that, we left for not sure where the next day.

... the dorm was on the street the traffic noise was terrible. Add to that the folks who forgot their key and were banging on the door at 2 am...I was not a happy camper. And, icing on the cake, no water or electricity in the morning, OK, the electricity was out everywhere due to extremely high winds that precipitated a cold front...but I decided to find another hotel ASAP. And ...