San Pedro/Chichi
i landed in guatemala city and needed to get money at an atm and find a taxi to the bus terminal that was going to take me to panajachel where i´d need to catch a boat taxi across the lake to san pedro. finding an atm that worked was a problem. guat. has been having issues with their money. many haven´t been working for some time and when they do, they are quickly depleted of their funds, leaving travelers without. i ended up having to exchange my USD to quatezales for a rate of 7.4% which wasn´t the best rate, but my only option. good thing because when i met mateo in san pedro he was nearly out of cash. the rest of the trip to san pedro was easy considering i don´t know spanish that well.
san pedro was a happening little town, on lago de atitlan, littered with tourists who´s primary goal was inebriation. tourists town, i live in one, not that appealing while i´m on my travels. we went out the first night only. the next day we rented kayaks and headed across the lake to some cliffs my friend zeb recommended jumping off. the highest one was approx. 13m (40ft). it was fun jumping off the cliffs and relaxing on the rocks in the sun. the next day we hiked a volcanoe, volcan san pedro, which was approx. 4000m (12,000ft). this was probably the steepest climb i´ve ever done and it wasn´t a good time to break in the new chacos. once we were on top we could see for miles and miles, overlooking the lake and towns surrounding, amazing. one incredible thing is that the locals planted corn and coffee plants nearly all the way to the top of this volcanoe. this was typical for all mtns in this area. they´ve hiked these mtns countless times carrying seeds up and the harvests down. these people would probably dominate any climbing competitions we know of.
the next day we jumped on another chicken bus headed for chichicastenango. let me tell you about these chicken bus rides. first of all, the roads between towns are steeper, more narrow and have more turns than any road i´ve seen in CO. the drivers are absolutely crazy. (Em...you think i´m a crazy driver, these drivers scare me.) they drive fast, passing people uphill/downhill with oncoming traffic. if nascar´s road courses had oncoming traffic, these bus drivers would own the circuit. these chicken buses never stop and never get full. people are getting on and off the bus while it´s still in motion and they pack the people in like canned sardines. unreal. probably the most dangerous thing many would ever do without a choice.
chichi was a cool local mtn town inhabited mostly by mayans. we only stayed there one night, walking around checking out the town. at one point, before dinner, i was hungry for red meat, until i saw slabs of meat sitting in the box of a pickup, uncovered and exposed to everything. that desire for red meat quickly subsided. that night we were hanging out at the room drinking some vino and playing some cribbage until we heard some live music that suddenly snagged our attention. we had to check it out. we went to where it was playing and it ended up being some sort of christian rally. from what we understood, the locals had been converted to catholasism and the rally was trying to convert people back to protasism. so it was protisans v. catholics while many are pre-christian altogether. the music, this lady was absolutely whaling on the mic, it was so loud, the loudest live music i´ve ever heard. it was incredible, unexplainable, nothing i´ve ever experienced before. after she was done singing and the music stopped, she started talking to the people in a preaching sort of manner. the crowd started praying, chanting, bowing, worshiping in large groups. a bit memorizing. if we had stayed any longer we may have been converted ourselves. that was definetely an experience i´ll never forget.
the next day we grabbed some breakfast (most meals consist of tortillas, tamales, tostadas, beans and avocato or guacamole) and caught another bus headed for antigua were we´ll celebrate NYE. i´ll follow up with that in a couple days.
i apologize for this post being so long and full of errors. i´ll try and write more often to rid of these issues. happy new years to everyone...be safe!
(pics yet to come)
san pedro was a happening little town, on lago de atitlan, littered with tourists who´s primary goal was inebriation. tourists town, i live in one, not that appealing while i´m on my travels. we went out the first night only. the next day we rented kayaks and headed across the lake to some cliffs my friend zeb recommended jumping off. the highest one was approx. 13m (40ft). it was fun jumping off the cliffs and relaxing on the rocks in the sun. the next day we hiked a volcanoe, volcan san pedro, which was approx. 4000m (12,000ft). this was probably the steepest climb i´ve ever done and it wasn´t a good time to break in the new chacos. once we were on top we could see for miles and miles, overlooking the lake and towns surrounding, amazing. one incredible thing is that the locals planted corn and coffee plants nearly all the way to the top of this volcanoe. this was typical for all mtns in this area. they´ve hiked these mtns countless times carrying seeds up and the harvests down. these people would probably dominate any climbing competitions we know of.
the next day we jumped on another chicken bus headed for chichicastenango. let me tell you about these chicken bus rides. first of all, the roads between towns are steeper, more narrow and have more turns than any road i´ve seen in CO. the drivers are absolutely crazy. (Em...you think i´m a crazy driver, these drivers scare me.) they drive fast, passing people uphill/downhill with oncoming traffic. if nascar´s road courses had oncoming traffic, these bus drivers would own the circuit. these chicken buses never stop and never get full. people are getting on and off the bus while it´s still in motion and they pack the people in like canned sardines. unreal. probably the most dangerous thing many would ever do without a choice.
chichi was a cool local mtn town inhabited mostly by mayans. we only stayed there one night, walking around checking out the town. at one point, before dinner, i was hungry for red meat, until i saw slabs of meat sitting in the box of a pickup, uncovered and exposed to everything. that desire for red meat quickly subsided. that night we were hanging out at the room drinking some vino and playing some cribbage until we heard some live music that suddenly snagged our attention. we had to check it out. we went to where it was playing and it ended up being some sort of christian rally. from what we understood, the locals had been converted to catholasism and the rally was trying to convert people back to protasism. so it was protisans v. catholics while many are pre-christian altogether. the music, this lady was absolutely whaling on the mic, it was so loud, the loudest live music i´ve ever heard. it was incredible, unexplainable, nothing i´ve ever experienced before. after she was done singing and the music stopped, she started talking to the people in a preaching sort of manner. the crowd started praying, chanting, bowing, worshiping in large groups. a bit memorizing. if we had stayed any longer we may have been converted ourselves. that was definetely an experience i´ll never forget.
the next day we grabbed some breakfast (most meals consist of tortillas, tamales, tostadas, beans and avocato or guacamole) and caught another bus headed for antigua were we´ll celebrate NYE. i´ll follow up with that in a couple days.
i apologize for this post being so long and full of errors. i´ll try and write more often to rid of these issues. happy new years to everyone...be safe!
(pics yet to come)

