Lanquin and Semuk Champey, Guatemala

Getting up for our 6am departure from Flores was the easy part of our day when we travelled to Lanquin. The van was so full that any extra person would have had to sit on someone else’s knee as Tom was already sitting on a broken seat. The air-conditioning was only in the form of open windows and the seats all had low backs so nowhere to rest our heads for a nap. At least it was cheap (for us at least, some of the other passengers paid more than double our price).

The drive was quite scenic as we travelled south through the centre of Guatemala through forests, up mountains and along valleys passing through very few settlements. After a few hours of driving the shuttle driver pulled up on the banks of a river and turned the engine off. We had no idea where we were but were told that we would be crossing the river after a short wait. Hopping out to stretch our legs we investigated the scene: a muddy looking river with vehicles queuing up on both sides and a strange looking car ferry doing laps across. This would be a new experience. Eventually it was our turn and we drove onto the boat and laughed at the operators moving between two outboard motors which were steering and powering us across the river. Tom tells me that the motors were quite small to be doing this, especially with 6 to 10 cars on board.

Once this was accomplished we continued on our way stopping in Coban, which is the largest city we would be passing through. We were all recommended to withdraw cash here as Lanquin is tiny and has no facilities for this. As we were all non-Latin American tourists we were dropped at the McDonald’s for lunch before the van driver took off. A few people were quite concerned at this but we figured he was just off to find a cheaper local lunch or fill up with petrol during our break. Soon we were back in the uncomfortable van and on the last leg of our trip. On the map it didn’t seem like far but the roads eventually turned into dirt and the landscape was mountainous. We all spent this time staring out the windows as the view was beautiful.

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The view down the valleys towards Lanquin

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Flores and Tikal, Guatemala

After a relatively quick 6 day trip through Belize it was time to pack up and head back to Guatemala. If you’ve been following our blog then you will know that we had previously visited both San Pedro la Laguna and Xela in Guatemala about five months prior. So that morning after meeting our friends, a British couple, the four of us hopped into a taxi which would take us from San Ignacio to the border and onwards to see some more of beautiful Guatemala.

The border crossing was easy and after we had our passports stamped we bartered with some money changers before exchanging the remainder of our Belize dollars into Quetzales. The next step was to find transport to Flores. The ever so helpful taxi drivers told us the only way was by taxi, typical. We were pretty doubtful about this and walked off in search for a bus. As per usual the taxi drivers started drastically lowering their prices the further we got from them. A helpful kid (probably after a tip) asked us what we were looking for and showed us where the colectivos were located. As we thought there were plenty of options and they were much cheaper. Tom was relishing the chance to start speaking Spanish again and I think our friends found that useful as they hadn’t been to Spanish classes yet. So with a very unstressful border crossing behind us we were on our way to Flores.

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Pretty waterfront in Flores

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Travelling back to Oaxaca from Guatemala

Just before midday we set off from our guesthouse in Xela with a leisurely morning behind us and heaps of time to get to the border (or so we thought). We knew the route and what methods of transport we would need so it was going to be an easy journey to make.

First off was another colectivo back to Minerva bus station where we asked around until we found the right bus. We had thought we might have been able to get just one bus all the way to Malacatan but were told we would need to change at San Marcos like we did on our initial journey to Xela five weeks previous.

Crazy and bright looking chicken buses

Crazy and bright looking chicken buses

So off we set quite relaxed with taking the chicken buses by now and feeling comfortable with only the two of us on the seat. First bus done with no worries.

In San Marcos we boarded the next bus which took about 10 minutes before departure. It was soon after we set off that our sense of haste kicked in. Of course we had no control over the speed of our travel, unless we wanted to take a taxi which would have been expensive. Making matters worse our bus was in go-slow-mode due to overheating brakes. It was around this point in the trip that it suddenly dawned on us that we would be losing an hour upon arrival into Mexico because of daylight savings which Guatemala doesn’t have. I should mention that our reason for all this talk about time was because we knew there was an overnight bus to Oaxaca which would depart at 7.15pm, and due to the aforementioned brake problem we had begun to notice the time slipping by rather rapidly.

Just to add to the stress as we climbed our way through the mountains out of San Marcos a thick fog set in and stayed with us pretty much all the way to the border. Then the fog turned into torrential rain and our bags were on the roof in the usual chicken bus fashion. Extra stress! Neither of us liked the idea of our current worldly belongings being saturated and we hadn’t noticed if a tarpaulin had been used to cover them. There was a silver lining to the rain which was that it had obviously cooled the brakes as the bus was back into go-fast-mode.

Finally we arrived in Malacatan and if we were nail biters I think we would have chewed our poor nails to the skin by now. Luckily the bags had been covered and were only a little damp. Also our bags are made of a sturdy canvas and have a little waterproofing due to this so nothing inside them was actually wet. Squishing into a colectivo with our packs on the roof again, this time without a cover but luckily the rain had eased, we were on our way to the border.

As I mentioned in my post about our journey to Guatemala (check that out here) the border crossing is really easy on foot. We had our passports stamped on the Guatemalan side after ignoring the taxi drivers and headed across the bridge and back into Mexico. The Mexican side took a little longer as we had to pay for our visas and then have our bags checked. Overall it took less than an hour and I was (finally) able to use the bathroom.

Jumping into another colectivo which would hopefully get us to the bus station in Tapachula on time we set off. Unfortunately this colectivo didn’t take the route we expected and we made it by running to the counter at the ADO bus terminal at exactly 7.15pm, just as the first boarding call was being announced, only to be told that tickets to the bus we wanted were sold out. OH NO! Time to reassess our plans.

The lady behind the counter told us that there was another bus which could take us to Juchitan near the Oaxacan coast and from there we could get another bus to Oaxaca City. Well that sounded like it would work even though it was a little annoying and a few hours extra we would now have time for dinner and get into Oaxaca around mid-afternoon instead of early morning. We decided to grab dinner across the road at the restaurant we had eaten at on our previous stay in Tapachula before boarding the bus.

The bus was annoying to say the least as we were stopped at least two, maybe three, times and woken from our sleep as armed personal checked our bus. At the second of these stops we were required to get our bags and walk though a customs building. As we had to in the airport we pushed a button which would give us green or red lights signalling if our bags would be checked. Luckily it was all green lights and we were back in the bus trying to get back to sleep.

Juchitan at 6am in the morning wasn’t my favourite destination in the world but we managed by watching a few episodes of True Detective. Soon the time had passed and we were on another bus, this time second class, to Oaxaca. We drove through some very pretty mountain scenery on the six hours it took to get to Oaxaca though the windiness of the road wasn’t making me feel the best so I mostly dozed. When we made a food stop I was really happy as we hadn’t eaten since the previous evening. A torta with egg and chorizo really hit the spot and even made me feel a little better about the roads which is usually the opposite of how my motion sickness works.

Finally we neared Oaxaca and I was very ready to get out of a moving vehicle. We had been travelling for 26 hours and were exhausted. Of course we still had to find accommodation. We had decided to not return to our previous hotel because it was a little pricey for what it was and the mosquitoes annoyed us a lot. You can read about the first time we spent in Oaxaca here; go on have a look.

I’ll be back shortly with a post on our two nights in Oaxaca. It’s just a quick visit but we enjoyed it as Oaxaca city has been one of our favourite places.

A full week in Xela (Quetzaltenango)

We arrived again in the craziness that is Minerva bus station in Xela. However, because we had experienced it before we knew where to go to get colectivos to centro. Easy-peasy. We had our new friend Claire with us as well as two other girls who were heading in the same direction. As we found out shortly literally the same direction. By chance they had booked the same guesthouse as we were returning to. So leading the way through the insane market we were feeling pretty useful with our knowledge and made it to our accommodation without any problems.

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Zocalo

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San Pedro la Laguna for more Spanish classes

Sorry for the delay in posts. We are currently on the Oaxacan coast in Zipolite and we have discovered that internet is a little unreliable here (especially when it’s an overcast day) so I haven’t been able to do any writing. Hopefully I can remedy that over the next few days. Look forward to some posts on Xela, as well as locations on the Pacific Coast of Mexico.

Furthermore I have been a very irresponsible travel blogger who hasn’t thought about the size of my photos before uploading them (rookie error). So I am now in the process of stripping out all my photos from past posts and reloading smaller sized files so I can continue showing you in photographic format all the stunning places we are visiting.


Lake Atitlan

Lake Atitlan

After arriving by chicken bus in San Pedro la Laguna on the shore of Lake Atitlan we walked down the hill to find our school and home for the next four weeks.

Reaching the lake we were very surprised to see tourists everywhere and the familiar sounds of English spoken frequently. This was obviously a town which was very much on the tourist trail of Guatemala.

We meet our host and the owner of the school, Rene who showed us around. After settling into our room and having a much needed lie down after the bouncing bus we headed out to see what S.P had to offer.

The main streets fitted our initial impression exactly and the restaurants, bars and cafes were all targeted at tourists and came complete with English menus. After heading up to the main town and getting a little lost in the side streets we still hadn’t found any cheap local eateries and the weather was looking threatening.

Making our way back to the street running along the lake, we later learnt was called ‘Gringolandia’ for obvious reasons, the sky opened and we rushed to take shelter under a shop front. We had our jackets with us but they were no match for the torrential rain. The steep street quickly turned into sizeable, muddy river and after attempting to wait it out for about 40 minutes we gave up and ran to a nearby restaurant dodging between shops offering shelter. The restaurant was reasonably priced for being in the tourist area and the food was equally okay. We wouldn’t eat out much during our time here and barely ever in Gringolandia again.

The next day our classes started. At this school we again opted for the morning classes which stated at 8.30am. This was mainly to get us (me) out of bed for the day as we knew that otherwise we would waste the morning. This school had individual classes so we met our teachers and sat looking out over the lake in the sunshine and started learning more Spanish. The school was a large house on the hillside across the road from the lake and was four levels high so all the students had the best view while learning (or attempting to learn) to speak a new language.

Breakfast before class

Breakfast before class

I won’t go into detail of what we did each day, or even each week as we ended up staying for a month and didn’t really accomplish anything very touristy. We did however meet a lot of great people and drink a lot of beer and rum. Having a bit of a sweet tooth I like to make shandies from beer and lemonade and I introduced my teacher to this as well.

The first week we ate often at the only local comedor we managed to find. It was by far cheaper than anything we found down in the tourist part of town. At Q20 each for a huge plate of food we couldn’t go wrong. The decision was easy; either chicken or beef and included rice, salad, tortillas a massive heap of guacamole (YUM) as well as a drink. I really enjoyed the Guatemalan tortillas as they were a little thicker than the ones we had been eating in Mexico. Although Tom found them too small for adequately wrapping food in.

Chicken from our favourite (cheap) comedor

Chicken from our favourite (cheap) comedor

On the subject of food my favourite part of my school day was our tiempo de refaccion or snack break. The snack differed each day and over the course of the month we had tostada, fruit salad, banana loaf, chuchittos (similar to tamales) and steamed plantains as well as other things.

After the initial week of eating at the comedor we started shopping at the market and cooking each night. The produce was good and we always eat well when we cook for ourselves. Our main expenditure over the month was probably alcohol, mainly beer of which we would buy a Guatemalan brand called Brahva, but we did branch out and buy some rum as well.

After a week of revision our Spanish started improving and we learnt past tense and finally little future tense. This means that we now know present tense as well as four past tenses and three future tenses. That’s a lot of conjugations to remember!

Our time at the school ended up being a bit of a holiday from our holiday which is why we tended to chill out after completing our homework each afternoon with a beer and tasty food.

Sunset over the mountains

Sunset over the mountains

During our time in S.P I made myself a souvenir. A shop below the school sold locally made, hand woven, traditional fabrics but would also teach you the method in a class where you could design and make your own scarf. First I was able to pick my colours from a selection of hand spun and naturally dyed threads. They were all so unique and beautiful I don’t know how they got them so vividly coloured. After picking the colours (which was the hardest part) I strung them around a table with poles on it to measure out the thread and set them up to be put onto the loom sticks. After this the teacher set up my waist loom, which is the traditional method of creating belts, scarves or small textiles, and demonstrated how to start weaving. They make it look so easy. I struggled through about 12 hours of weaving to complete my scarf. I feel that I did OK, there are a few patches of rookie mistakes but overall its lovely and will be a great keepsake.

Progress on my scarf

Progress on my scarf

Another touristy venture we did was to visit a local chocolate factory. Our first issue was finding it, this required asking many locals as we walked down a dirt street away from the town. Eventually a helpful local man walked us to the door of someone’s house. This was the ‘factory’ and I don’t think we would have found it otherwise because there was no signage. We were ushered into a room that smelt like deliciousness. There were two pots of liquid chocolate in there which were making me drool. The son of the owner ran through the process of how they make the bars from the cacao to the wrapping stages and gave us some tasters… They were all natural with one variety sweetened with local honey and the other with cane sugar, both were amazing. Interestingly (and with a little bit of pride) I noticed that the dairy they were using was New Zealand milk powder. After drinking up the smell for a while we picked out and paid for too many bars of chocolate in different flavours, what fatties we are!

At the chocolate factory. Look at the New Zealand milk!

At the chocolate factory. Look at the New Zealand milk!

I will note that we still have some remaining chocolate almost a month on from then.

On the walk back we bypassed one of the docks. From here we could see a little more of the lake and mountains as well as some partially submerged buildings. Since the towns in the area were built the lake has risen and fallen multiple times and these houses and shops were obviously built at a time where the lake was significantly lower. They give an eerie look of an apocalyptic ghost town, like you would see on a video game, but interesting none the less.

Our final week passed by uneventfully as we drank more beer and rum, tried to finish learning future tense and got creative with our dinners to use up all our food (making some delicious meals I must say).

On our final school day we were able to attend the inauguration of San Pedro’s new soccer (football) field. All the teachers and students piled onto the back of a ute (probably about 20 of us in total) and headed up the hill. The game was between a semi professional team from Guatemala City and a local ‘selection’ team. San Pedro loves it’s football and we were told that there are approximately 48 teams in a town of around 5000 people. Obviously the Guatemalan team won but the locals did themselves proud with four goals scored. This caused cheers of “Mi abuela puede jugar mejor que este” or my grandmother can play better than that, to the opposition goalie. Overall a really fun final school day and a different experience.

The brand new football stadium in S.P

The brand new football stadium in S.P

Us with our teachers; Eduardo and Celeste

Us with our teachers; Eduardo and Celeste

The next day we packed up our bags which had exploded as per usual and chilled out before our early morning departure.

At 8 am on Sunday morning we were sitting on the chicken bus waiting for departure when a familiar face climbed onto the bus. An Australian girl we had met briefly in Oaxaca had finished her two week tour as well as some other solo travel and crossed paths with us again. Friendships happen so much faster while travelling as you want to talk in English or more likely to just have a chat from someone who isn’t your significant other or non romantic travel partner. As we were all headed to the same place we would spend a lot more time with her over the next week.

Two days in Quetzaltenango (Xela)

After arriving via multiple forms of transport from the Mexican border (check out my post on that here) we had reached Quetzaltenango (also known as Xela in the Mayan language and which I will use from here on as it’s easier to type).

Crazy and bright looking chicken buses

Crazy and bright looking chicken buses

Doing a loop of the town centre we discovered super cheap hotels which were nasty as well as pricier ones but none seemed to fit until we reached a guesthouse run by a friendly Dutch girl. We settled in and immediately thought of food as it had been a long time since breakfast in Mexico. Walking around for about 45 minutes didn’t help us with deciding on a restaurant so we headed back in the direction of our hostel and one we had seen earlier in the day. Luckily it was open and although looked close to closing they cheerfully invited us to sit. A fish platillo (Tom) and a beef platillo (Me) with tortillas and beers to drink hit the spot and we were very satisfied with our meal.

I had an ulterior motive when convincing Tom to walk through the plaza on a detour back to our accommodation. On our hunt for a restaurant we had seen two women selling what looked like round donut type things with a warm honey syrup. They were delish and I quickly became a sticky mess from eating them.

That evening, although tired, we made friends with another backpacking couple who we discovered were also heading to Lake Atitlan to study Spanish. The night was quite cold and we woke to a miserable day threatening to rain, which it soon did.

We farewelled our new friends promising to catch up in San Pedro soon. The rain stopped and we decided we couldn’t stay in the guesthouse all day so we ventured out to locate breakfast and visit the market. Breakfast was great. Q20 each for a huge plate of eggs and beans with tortillas (standard) and we just had to order an accompanying smoothie to go with it.

With more rain threatening at any moment we made it to the market as the sky opened. It was a perfect time for Tom to decide to get his hair cut at a barber. Afterwards we dashed around the stalls picking up ingredients to make dinner and headed back to the guesthouse.

Not a hugely productive day but not too lazy either. We rounded out the evening cooking and sharing a few beers before getting a good night’s sleep. The next morning would be an early start to get packed up and back to the bus station for our trip over to Lake Atitlan.

On our way back to the station we were joined in the colectivo by two other backpackers. The van got pretty squishy with all our packs arranged around us. They were on their way to San Pedro as well so together we located a chicken bus to the lake. Locating a bus was an interesting five minutes as the locals had different ideas and we kept getting different responses about the availability of buses on a Sunday. Eventually we were called over to a bus which was direct to San Pedro. Perfect!

Our packs being secured on top of the bus

Our packs being secured on top of the bus

The bus assistant guy threw our packs up on top of the bus, strapped them on and covered them with a tarpaulin. I was impressed at this and didn’t worry about my pack for a moment of the journey. We happily chatted away with our new friends as the bus (which are the fastest vehicles on the road) sped around corners and up hills. After about an an hour and a half we started to descend some steep roads to the lake.

Inside the chicken bus

Inside the chicken bus

The roads were insane and at one point there were multiple switchbacks so sharp that the bus had to take them as a three point turns. But the scenery was gorgeous and I all but hung out the window trying to get clear photos between the bus bouncing over potholes (more often than not).

Tom relaxing on the bumpy road to

Tom relaxing on the bumpy road to

Our first views of the lake

Our first views of the lake

By the time we arrived we were all sore from being bounced around in an old bus for 3.5 hours and happily climbed out. There had been six backpackers in the bus and only five packs were thrown down (all but mine!) before the bus driver impatiently started driving off. Tom chased down the bus as we all yelled “Una más, una más!” (One more, one more) at the drivers helper. He banged on the bus and it slowed for long enough for my pack to be passed to Tom. We had finally arrived in San Pedro la Laguna and headed off towards the lake to locate our school for the next few weeks.

Travel from Oaxaca to Quetzaltenango

So we boarded our first class bus in Oaxaca and settled in for a long overnight trip hopefully with some sleep involved. After watching an episode of a TV programme we had with us we then decided to sleep as it was about 10:30pm. Surprisingly both of us fell asleep quite quickly and I’m not sure about Tom but I had a great sleep for being on a bus (Editor: Tom can confirm he had a horrible sleep).

Waking at around 7:30am (Editor: for those of us that weren’t already awake from 3am)  we soon encountered our first bus problem in Mexico. After six months here that’s not a bad run. All the cars on the Panamericana highway (the road which travels all the way from Canada south, through Central America stopping in Panama and continuing from Columbia to Argentina) were slowing to a stop.

Trucks lined up from the roadblock on the Panamericana highway

Trucks lined up from the roadblock on the Panamericana highway

More lined up trucks

More lined up trucks

It got warm inside the bus without aircon so we sat outside in the shade

It got warm inside the bus without aircon so we sat outside in the shade

A town had decided to block the road and therefore our route to Tapachula. We chilled out in the bus for an hour or so before vacating out into the fresh air where we sat in the shade of the bus as the day began to heat up. After a snack/breakfast of a yoghurt drink and a cookie from a nearby OXXO convenience store we were feeling quite good; relaxed and not at all concerned by the halt to our journey.

By 9:30am we still hadn’t moved but not being on too tight a time frame this didn’t bother us too much. Some other passengers opted to jump in taxis, which could obviously find a way around the road block, in order to get to their destinations.

Finally our driver and the driver of the bus in front of us made an executive decision to also find a way around. It was about 10:30am and we were back on our way with only ourselves and three other passengers remaining on the bus.

After driving through the small town and making some crazy multiple point turns to navigate tight corners we were off and travelling through remote rural countryside. Not being the usual roads to see a first class bus on we were getting some strange looks from locals but we were moving ever closer to our destination.

After the detour, which ended up being at least an hour, we returned to the main highway and stopped briefly at the last planned stop before getting to Tapachula. Finally after a 17 hour bus journey we disembarked and while collecting our bags we saw the driver discussing the bus with another staff member. The bus had a giant scrape/gouge on the top edge which must have happened from a tree or something similar on our detour as the roads definitely weren’t made for large buses. Whoops.

Tapachula is a border town and doesn’t have a whole lot going for it other than that so we decided on a hotel on the main road across from the bus station. This was solely for our ease as we were tired after sitting on the bus for so long and didn’t have time to be tourists here.

Dinner consisted of a torta for Tom and a burrito for me at a nearby restaurant; cheap and easy. We polished those off with a couple of beers (Tom) and some fresh fruit agua frescas for me. Indulging my sweet tooth I convinced Tom that I needed an ice cream and we visited a convenience store to pick up this as well as another beer. So the evening was quite relaxing and lazy overall in preparation for what we expected would be a hectic next day.

Awake bright and early we zipped and locked our packs and headed to an ATM to grab some Peso to exchange for Quetzales at the border. We knew we wouldn’t have access to a bank without fees in Guatemala so this was the reason we decided to convert the cash. After breakfasting at the same restaurant we ate at the night before we were ready to start our day and travel across the border. Cue music: dum Dum DUM!

The first mode of transport was a colectivo from the main road in Tapachula to the frontier, or so they call the border town. The actual name of the border where we crossed was Talismán and after being dropped off it was surprisingly straight forward. We had done our research about what we needed to do and what was required of us while being at the border and it all went pretty smoothly.

We were mobbed by money exchangers and ‘guides’ as we left the colectivo and proceeded to barter with the men for quetzales in exchange for our pesos. After half an hour we had the rate we wanted and handed over our money receiving a heap of Q100 notes in return. One task done.

Next stop was handing over our Mexican visas and getting our passports stamped which was easy enough. With only two days remaining on the visas we joked with the customs lady about how we liked Mexico so didn’t want to leave.

Walking across the border/bridge we were finally in Guatemala. The immigration building in Guatemala was small and not obviously easy to spot but some locals helpfully called out and pointed us at the right building. Handing over our passports we quickly had them stamped and were asked for Q10 each. We are still not entirely sure if this money was an actual fee or a scam but it wasn’t much so we handed it over.

Dodging and ignoring the taxi drivers we continued to walk into Guatemala and easily found another colectivo which would take us a third of the way to Quetzaltenango (from now on I will refer to this city as Xela, the local Mayan name as it’s easier to type). The colectivo was packed full and we had to sit with our packs on our knee, but they weren’t too heavy or annoying. Whenever we have to do this I choose to think of them like ‘airbags’ holding me in my seat in case of an abrupt stop, luckily this has never happened.

After making it to Malacatán we hopped out of the van and it was approximately 30 seconds until Tom realised that he didn’t have my phone. In the juggling act of getting two packs, two backpacks and ourselves out of the colectivo the phone had stayed on the seat. Leaving me with the packs Tom sprinted through the traffic dodging tuk-tuks and colectivos after the van and luckily returned with my phone. I would be devastated if I lost it, it has my life on it.

A local pointed the way to our first chicken bus; these old American school buses are painted up in crazy bright colours and travel all over Central America. This time last year Tom would entertain himself with telling me about these buses. He had me convinced that they would be horrible and I would have to sit next to chickens/turkeys or even goats to the point that I had REFUSED to even entertain the idea of travelling by one. Oh how easily I get convinced otherwise, but being used to local buses in Mexico I was ready for this next adventure.

Crazy and bright looking chicken buses

Crazy and bright looking chicken buses

This first trip was relatively easy, we had the seat to ourselves and could again sit with our packs on our knees. At this point I was afraid of the luggage rack on top of the bus and was very reluctant to part with my bags. The road was a steady but steep climb for the bus and we passed through some gorgeous mountain scenery. With the driver overtaking other cars, buses and trucks on the narrow, windy road we both had that slightly nervous giggle happening whenever a dodgy driving move was executed (often). But we made it to the bus station in San Marcos in one piece and were hurried towards another chicken bus which would take us to our destination of Xela (also known as Quetzaltenango if you remember my earlier note).

This bus was CRAZY! Yes so crazy that it needs capitals, bold text and underlined. We had our packs taken from us and thrown up onto the roof of the bus while we got ushered on via the back door of the bus. The bus was what I considered very close to full but I would soon learn that this was definitely not the case. With two people already on each of the seats we squeezed onto the back set of two seats bracing our legs against each other as our bums were only half supported. The bus took off and stopping frequently kept loading more and more people on. Three to each seat plus a person standing in what remained of the isle became the norm and we seemed full to capacity, any more and people would probably have literally been on the roof or hanging off the exterior.

It was an intense hour or so trip and I spent the whole time worried that our packs would be bounced off the roof each time the bus drove over a bump. Speaking of the bumps, each time we went over one I was airborne, the bus had non-existent suspension.

Finally we arrived in Xela at a bus station which was more like a side road chock full of other chicken buses. We received our packs which hadn’t fallen off and were still in one piece and asked for directions to centro. Walking through a bustling mercado we made it to the main road and hopped in a colectivo into centro. This would be our fifth vehicle of the day we and were getting tired.

In centro we needed to do the standard wander until we found accomodation routine, and having a new form of currency we were constantly converting Quetzal into Peso in our head to compare prices to what we were used to in Mexico. It took a little longer than usual to find a place to stay but we ended up in a lovely hostel/guesthouse owned by a Dutch girl.

It had been an interesting and eventful 48 hours but we had finally made it to Guatemala after six months of travelling. After food and a good nights sleep we would be ready to see what this country had in store for us.