The Guatemalan Walker

When we arrived to the Guatemala City Int'l Airport it seemed, that we're not prepared for this shit. We had a terrible hangover, our driver was a no show, and all the local people looked like criminals. It felt like we had already travelled the intended three weeks and it was time to go home. After a while, we bounced back from the edge of dispare and started an incredible journey across Central America.

The fastest vehicles in Guatemalan roads are the Chicken Buses. If you dare to pass a Chicken Bus, it will haunt you and force you out of the road. It's ironic, that in the US these same buses were used to drive little children to school, and now in Central America, they're basically used to kill people.

After some hours of insane driving in the roads of Guatemala, we deserved an ice cream break at a gas station.

At an excursion to the Volcan de Pacaya, we met two beautiful Danes, Cat and Perm. We had a romantic picnic at the slope of the volcano. Unfortunately we had to eat some crappy marshmallows, because one of our group members had forgotten the delicious triangle-sandwiches down to the village we started to climb from. When we got back down, the local people had of course nicked the sandwiches. At least we got a date with the Danes at our next destination, San Pedro La Laguna.

Number fifteen to the corner pocket. One slow night we were playing pool at some bar in Sad Pedro La Laguna. We met a guatemalan teenager with a crazy ADHD-imitation of "the Guatemalan Walker". He was indeed celebrating the first ever medal in the Olympic Games achieved from walking by a Guatemalan athlete. Congratulations for Guatemala and the athlete for that historical achievement.

The Danish bitches fucked up our date by bringing two American nerds to join with us. A disappointment was evident and all we got was a little kiss on the cheek. After the girls left with the American nerds, we started to tackle drinks furiously and surprise surprise got really drunk. The outcome was devastating: injuries, consumption of illegal substances and lost belongings.

I was trying to be a father-figure for this poor little guatemalan boy, who was spending his night in a bar with a bunch of drunken people. The boy was milking big money from the hippie-tourists with a disturbing eye-rolling trick.

One of the best daytime activities in San Pedro is definitely cayaking at the lake. Remember to keep your shirt on, because you'll get sunburned and there are no girls to impress with your masculine upper body.

We were couraged to paddle about an hour along the shoreline where we would find a paradise beach. We paddled and found the beach, but there were no topless single girls on it. It was the other kind of paradise beach.

One of the natural wonders of the world. The lake had a weird problem, where the water level was steadily rising and the buildings in the shore were slowly going underwater.

 

The Tropical Rain tried to wash the filth off the streets, but some things are just too filthy even for Mother Nature.