>Who knew it could possibly get better!
We left Antigua via buses. 4 to be exact. Anna’s expressions were amazing. Not sure if she was expecting to share a seat with two men. Or to have 6 people in one row, one balancing off of both seats. Or to be swaying side to side along the jagged mountain roads. Or to see her bag get thrown on top of the bus then wonder the entire time if it was still there. For one that needs excitement always, she loved the buses.
We landed in Panajachel. A town that borders Lake Atitlan. The lake, well it’s beautiful. Surrounded by volcanoes and mountains, its something out of a fairy tale. The town on the other hand, has over 220 hostals/hotels/live-in houses. And its touristy. Not our kind of place. We actually checked into one hotel and after going by our gut instincts and checking the beds, finding reminants of bed bugs, we checked out. Fyi to other backpackers, don’t stay in Panajachel.
Went kayaking. Anna took the back, so she could steer, annoy me and drench me all at once. Got the warning from everyone “don’t stay on the lake after 1pm.” We’re always being told something so we didn’t know what to believe. But after 4 hours paddling in the morning, we didn’t feel like trying the ‘big waves.’ Instead, we moved locations to San Pedro, falling in love with the volcano town as soon as we docked.
It’s real. Cultural. The women all wear long skirts, touching their ankles. Having the shirt tucked in high. They dress colorful. Other than tourist restaurants, we found 1 local comedor, Pacha Mama. We ate there, they used a wood fire to make us chicken, fries, rice and guacamole. A must stop in San Pedro!