Thinking of going to Guatemala for Christmas? The market at Chichicastenango in a must visit.
Water the colour and clarity of emeralds flows gently over the limestone terraces of Semuc Champey Guatemala. The Rio Cahabòn rushes beneath this natural bridge pounding and booming in the …
The guide book said ‘Local families also rent out beds in their houses to travellers; you won’t have to look for them, they will find you.” Looking around the village, I saw in an instant that things would be basic. Homes were built from wood and daub with chickens running wild through the open doors.
A puddle of water formed under my bottom, chilling me to the core. Alcalde gestured to his wife to bring the special drink, a home made alcoholic brew decanted from a plastic bucket into an old bottle which was passed around the group. I poured some into my coffee hoping to warm my insides.
Holding on for dear life with one hand, the river buffeted my body to the side where I dropped into a pool. This was more Indiana Jones style than I could ever have imagined.
There are no bald Guatemalans!
I count twenty seven people. My mind wanders to thoughts of being crushed by an Anaconda. “Don’t exhale, you will have the last breath squeezed from your body,” I tell myself. “Are we nearly there yet?” I long to whine. There are pins and needles all over my body and the stench of BO is suffocating.