The land slide I passed through.
Very rough terrain, as result my side luggage carrier needed some welding. I stopped in the village Chicaman and found a welding place. Jorge did an excellent job. He didn’t accept any money for his work, explaining this is the present for me from Guatemala. Thanks Jorge.
Later in the day I reached large pueblo Uspantan , suddenly my GPS stopped working. In Central America I solely relied on GPS. I had no maps except for one on my laptop. As a result, no more riding until is fixed.
Next morning, I found negative wire between battery and GPS was broken off - easy repair. I decided to fix my mirrors at the same time. I found glass shop, they replaced both mirrors for under $4.
Some mountain scenery
Todos Santos Chuchamente known to be very traditional, most local man are wearing traditional clothing; red stripped pants and white/ blue stripped shirt. Mountain scenery was breathtaking. The weather wasn’t the best, cold with some drizzle. Finally I reached the village.
I asked these men if I can take a photo. I didn’t want to take any chances. In this village, in year 2000, Japanese tourist made a photo of a girl and was murdered by the mob together with his driver.
Last few kilometers to the village were pretty hard with a lot of roadwork. The rain made the road very muddy and slippery. I had only road tire at the rear. I survived going down but I dreaded about going up.
I let the pressure down to 16PSI in both tires.
The highest point after I left Todos Los Santos reached 3300m. At this altitude the temperature dropped to around 8 degree Celsius. It was raining. I had to descend to about 1900m in relatively short distance. The road was very steep and slippery. Often, I had to ride behind the trucks. I boiled brake fluid in my front and rear brakes. Suddenly, I had no brakes. Fortunately when this happened there were no any cars around and I was moving slowly. I managed to cross the road and somehow turned around so I was facing uphill.
This time ‘The Force’ was with me. Close call indeed. Uhh!!
This time ‘The Force’ was with me. Close call indeed. Uhh!!
Next Qutzeltango or Xela as known to locals. Initially I planned to stay there only for one night. The next morning I looked for a place to have my breakfast. I walked into the restaurant and explained in my broken Spanish, I want scrambled eggs for breakfast. They couldn't understand me. In the end I got so frustrated I walked out and had my breakfast at McDonald....
I made a decision; I am going to sign up for one week Spanish course. Xela is famous for its Spanish language schools. Here we go, I am officially a student and hopefully by the week end I will be able to explain in Spanish how I want my eggs done for breakfast.
Today I got an email from Ted; my gear which includes my new camera is on its way to Guatemala City. In 3-4 days will be ready for collection at DHL office – great.
View of Guatemala City
Victor showed me how to save some time going through traffic in Guatemala City.
Antigua is the most expensive city in Guatemala. Everything seems to be priced up, very touristy but very nice place indeed.
Wow!! I have my new camera. Thanks Ted.
Main Square
and... again main square
These are local bikes.
Local ladies doing some business.
The Cathedral
The mystery couple Victor and Pauline and I waiting for pizza. The pizza was really delicious made by resident Italian chef and the restaurant owner.
I booked a trip to Pacaya volcano. Nice trip but I must admit my expectation were to see lava. I may have to go to Hawaii for this.
Our guide spoke Spanish only. This was very good practice for me.
Th moonscape on Pacaya
Some of the lava sculptures we came across.
Am I in hell??? Maybe not just yet.
This is the closest we got to lava. These are volcano's vents. The guide put wooden stick in one of them and the stick got inflamed in seconds.
After the tour I was dropped off at the main plaza. In the morning I got picked up from the front of my hotel. Previous evening I got to the hotel following Victor. I had only very faint idea where my hotel was ?!#$
What dumb tourist does when he can’t find his hotel and can’t even remember its name?
He walks around with this dumb lost look on his face and waits for the miracle. Finally an elderly lady stopped her car and offered to drive me around until I can recognize my hotel. To my excuse she explained; this happens all the time because streets in Antigua are very alike. Yeah right!!
Next day I left for San Pedro and Lake Atitlan. San Pedro is very popular with backpackers. It has this distinctive hippy flavor. Grass is freely available if this is your thing. Not legal in Guatemala but authority seem to not care much about it.
Coming down to San Pedro.
In the distance mountain called the Indian Head. Look closer.
View from my hotel's rooftop.
The ferry terminal. You can connect from here to several villages around the lake.
These are ferry boats
Locals fishing on the lake.
Streets are very narrow and steep.
Sunday - off duty time for these two local gentlemen.
San Pedro was the last place I wanted to visit in Guatemala, next Honduras border and Copan Ruins, about 350km away.