|I'll try to keep these photos to a minimum.|
Una caminata a Lago Atitlán
|Thorbjorn getting ready for the|
first leg of our journey.
|The first day, and the first inklings of rain.|
|Peering through the cornfields.|
|The ever-present mist|
that followed us like a specter.
|One of 10 river crossings.|
Lago de Atitlán
After spending two days recovering from my maladies, I ventured off to explore the lake area. I got a 2 hours massage, ate some delicious fare, and took little boats to the various points around the lake, my favorite being San Marcos, where I jumped off a 7m platform. Evidence below.
|Some mountain, I don't know the name. Lo siento.|
|Jumping off El Trampolín. All you do while|
traveling Guatemala is jump off high / dark /
scary things into water.
Antigua de Guatemala
|Or, home of the |
|Oh yes, the convent.|
I hiked a volcano, ran through volcanic mist, and jumped into the air.
Flores was a quaint island town where I ended up staying almost a week. It's typically a jumping off point for those traveling to Tikal, the Mayan ruins, which is about 1.5 hours north of the city. Here I read many many books and dove off the docks into the river every afternoon to ward off the heat. I befriended the German owner of a hotel, and his Guatemala wife, and spent most of my time staying up late chatting with them in Spanish. I also saw a pet monkey, explored pitch black cave systems, took an artsy photo and rode in the back of a pickup truck for the first time in 20-some-odd years. Oh, regulationlessness.
|Don't tell PETA.|
|The cave system where I got lost, due to a rapidly|
dying flashlight battery and a temporarily diffused
sense of direction.
|But you can call RISD, if you want.|
You know the drill: temples, temples, temples.
|Early morning de-mistification, from atop Temple IV.|
|Temple: 1. Jeremy: 1.|
|We often played cards by|
|Aguas Calientes. And yes, I jumped off the top of the|
waterfall into the river. Duh.
|The Caribbean Sea!|
|We bonded for a half hour. |
Then she tried to rip me off.
The braids lasted 2.5 days.
Lanquín & Semuc Champey
|We cut her off after one.|
|Janus & I in the best of 8 attempted photos.|
|Post-Halloween respite with one of the Aussies.|
|BFFs for two days: Janus, me, Brenn,|
Nico and Jakob.
|I'm a Margaret Atwood book. |
Nico is me.
|We swam in the pools pictured below. Some of us naked.|
|Brenn & Morgan take the plunge.|
|Can you spot the 16 differences?|
Tuxtla Gutiérrez & San Cristobal de las Casas
For my final trick, I headed up to Mexico to visit the dear Christie Moulton. Between days of cooking the most delicious meals (finally! It was impossible to cook at any of the hostels I stayed in due to lack of public kitchens) and yoga, stretching to Beyoncé and working out to Rihanna, and traversing the city, I headed to San Cristobal for a few days and then made my journey back to Xela. Photographic evidence below.
|La Corona in Chiapa del Corazón. Architecturally|
inspired by the Spanish Crown.
|Chiapa del Corazón: home to the scariest|
fucking mannequins in the world.
|Christie & I used a homemade bow to harvest this|
unknown fruit from a tree.
|Peace and fornication.|
|Oh, just some carrot and squash quesadillas we made.|
|The Orchid Garden.|
|Okay, we get it.|
|The greenhouse, designed by a Los Angeles native!|
|The key to assimilation: FIT IN.|
|Mexican huaraches. For two days I ate nothing more.|
|The andador in San Cristobal -- a|
carless street with shops galore.
|Anyone need some Golden Shower incense?|
Mom, and others, I hope you enjoyed this photograhic trip down my Guatemalan memory lane. I'm happy to have traveled, but moreso to be back in Xela, putting down some roots, and using these hands of mine that grew too idle over the weeks of traveling. All my love.