Loving Lago de Atitlan
Trip Start Dec 30, 2010
84Trip End Jul 06, 2011
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We finally arrived into Panajachel and headed towards the Lake. I had already researched a place to stay but it took a while to get there while the couple kept looking at expensive places. Eventually they listened to the old man and got a cheap place just off the main road of Panajachel. We dropped our bags and set off for some food and a view of the lake (Lago de Atitlan). The lake was only a five minute walk from our hostel, it was a Sunday and both sides of the street were lined with market stalls, selling all sorts from clothes, souvenirs to local food and drink.
When we hit the waters edge, we got a better glimpse of this amazing lake.
Micheal and Zoe ended up buying some alcohol, some ice and a bucket to put the ice and drink in. We sat in their room drinking for a while before going to search for some food. We saw the South Park take on Jersey Shore, very funny! The indecisiveness continued for dinner, even though they were starving, they walked around for 30 minutes and ended up going for a place near the hostel. Michael and I shared some nachos and I had a burrito, very very tasty. Zoe sulked a little and had nothing to eat or drink, hmmmm, but it was no worry of mine, Michael was having to keep her entertained. She did grab some food on the way home from the street and moaned about it eating it on the way home! Yikes! They tried to guess my age but guessed too old, I got both of their ages correct, 21 and 20, man I felt so old!
Back at the hostel, we carried on drinking some and ended up joining a noisy bunch on the balcony, fours Israelis and two German girls. They were very noisy and unfortunately sat in an area of the balcony that acted as an amplifier, their voices echoed everywhere. The conversation was mainly about drugs, blah blah blah, so I sat and listened and got bored. A tall Swedish girl came out of her room at 1230am and asked them if they could talk more quietly, one of the Germans, instead of apologising, asked if she had ear plugs, then headphones for music, how rude! I was shocked, a simple apology and actually trying to talk quieter would have worked. The same German girl went on a rant about how stupid East German people are and it was at this point I made an excuse and went to bed, I was really not enjoying their ignorant company.
Miles walked 1.95
Day 111 April 25th - I had a great night sleep. The best for a while. The bed was so so comfy. I didn't see enough of the lake yesterday, still had my Olympic ticket application to send in, so aimed for an 11am bus. I was aiming for a 5am one, but at 430am I turned off the alarm, Flores can wait a little longer. I could spend longer in Panajachel but the lake tours were expensive and I would rather put the cash towards Tikal and Blize.
I dress and head back to the lake, it's a clearer day and the lake looks even more stunning.
I rushed back to the hostel as I left myself 20 minutes to pack and grab my bus. I made the bus with plenty of time to spare. It took 3.5 hours to get back in Guatemala city. These chicken buses have very shiny leather seats, so when the driver motors around a corner you have to hang on for dear life. Seeing as I had a window seat, I regularly had people cuddling up to me, a little more awkward when they are asleep and then are sleeping on you. Anyway, it made me smile, funny slippery seats.
In Guatemala I grabbed a taxi across back to Zona 1 and found a bus leaving for Flores. Some little kid said the bus cost 200 local currency but when consulting my book, it was 110 but they wouldn't let me buy a ticket from the ticket office, just sat me on the bus. Even locals wouldn't give me the price of their ticket. In the end, after an hour of driving, when they finally asked for my money, I only handed over 110 as that was the fair price. The guy said nothing and accepted it. It's so frustrating when they charge white people more, unless they call it a lack of Spanish tax. Anyway, I felt good about not paying 200 so had enough for some food. Well, speaking of food, we drove and drove and drove. It went past 9pm, they usually stop at roadside cafe for twenty minutes so you could eat. My little smiley face was now not so happy. I was very hungry, but at 10pm they did stop. I grabbed some cheap chicken rice and beans and couldn't resist a magnum after. I know but it was so cheap and so so tasty, my smiley face soon returned.
In a couple of hours I should hit Flores.