Lonely you say?, well here is someone for you to dine with. He´s a very nice older gentleman but he only wants to talk and talk and talk. Maybe on some other day when I haven´t spent the past three trapped inside my own head. Yes, something is getting lost in translation. No, I will not be your Scarlett Johansson.
Be careful what you ask for lesson #934...
Just when I had it up to here with sitting still, I certainly got my day of movement. I departed the lovely, remote places of San Marcos la Laguna and the inside of my head in a lurching lancha (small boats that cross Lago de atitlan). I am thankful that my backpack and I did not end up in the lake. Once back in Panajachel I caught another chicken bus to Quetzaltenango. Of course it was packed but there was one empty seat left so I snatched it! You know why it was empty, it was the wheel seat.
Be careful what you ask for lesson #935...
As seems to be typical on the chicken buses, the driver turned on the blaring radio which was to be our soundtrack for the 2.5 hour drive. Just as I was cursing the cacophony they turned it off. And gave the floor to a bus-minister...
The chicken buses are an amazing operation. Aside from the major stops, the bus only stops for about 5 seconds. While still in motion, the guy who collects money from the passengers climbs on top to get any luggage the offloading passengers might have, throws it down to them in the 5 second window of stillness and then as the bus starts moving again, he runs (still on top of the bus) to the back of the bus climbs down a ladder and enters through the back door. A well choreographed move. The kid in this instance doing this job was really cute. Had the face of a guatemalan version of Leonardo diCaprio and the hair of an ex-boyfriend of mine whose name I have forgotten. And by the way he was eyeing his favorite female passenger I´d imagine that´s not the only thing the two have in common. Anywho the trip to Xela was a veritable flight, it took us under an hour and a half when I had been told the trip was 2 hours. It´s a good thing I don´t suffer from motion sickness.
Starting tomorrow I will be doing a week of 5hr per day Spanish classes. I´m really excited. Hopefully I will butcher less conversations.
HAPPY FATHER´S DAY DAD! miss you.
last night in San Marcos.
look closely, hummingbird in center. finally caught him.
desayuno typico.
inside of a chicken bus...
inside of a chicken bus...
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