Author: Florence

I still can’t decide whether Andy was having me on or not. He got up and had a shower, and told me I should have one, I’d feel better, and the water was hot. The water wasn’t hot.

Being high up in the village means that we were at the mercy of the high winds. Dogs barked continuously during the night, and cockerels crowed incessantly. Despite all this, we slept fairly well.

At 7am, we went up to the kitchen. Christiana was busy preparing our breakfast: omelettes, frijoles (black beans) and tortillas. Very welcome. All washed down with a cup of very sweet black coffee. Felipe, her husband, joined us. He is a fireman and starting at 8am, he was starting a 24 hour shift. We talked about the news (a lot of bad stuff happened in Guatemala City overnight). At 7.30am, we thanked them for their hospitality and got back to our meeting point.

Homestays are a good thing. How else can you genuinely experience another culture? We got to have dinner and breakfast with a Mayan family. And we talked a little about what is being done to preserve the culture. But my they’re awkward affairs!

On our way to Panajachel, we stopped at a viewpoint. The three volcanoes over the Atitlán lake are stunning.

After leaving our bags at the hotel (our room wasn’t yet ready), we walked to a recommended travel agent and asked for a tour of the three most important towns across the lake. He told us that today he could take us to three different towns, as there was too much wind over the lake which would make for a bumpy ride. Although we really wanted to go to ‘our’ three towns, we had no other options for the day so we said yes. Down at the jetty, he directed us to a boat and told us that it will take us to the towns we’re interested in. What happened there?

The ride over to the first town is indeed a little bumpy.

San Juan La Laguna is a very pretty town, with smart coffee shops and a women’s cooperative which sadly we didn’t have time to visit (we were only ashore for 40 mins). The town is renowned for its weaving.

I didn’t like our next town (San Pedro La Laguna) so much. It felt a little more trashy with many hostels and cheap looking restaurants (and not in a good way). Not surprisingly, there are many backpackers about. We climbed to the top of a church for an overview of the town and the lake. In another church, we witnessed a woman praying and kneeling her way to the altar, with another woman making her way back to the church entrance, praying and kneeling backwards.

Our third stop is where things got very interesting. Santiago Atitlán is the largest of the lake communities and here, the people are Tz’utujil Mayans (which means different colour outfits and a different language).

Upon landing, we got into a tuk tuk and followed Maja and her partner, a couple from San Francisco we got chatting to on the boat, as we were planning to visit the same places.

Our first stop was the Catholic Church, where we visited the shrine of the Roman Catholic Priest Stanley Rother who was assassinated by right-wing death squads on 28 July 1981. His crime was to fight for the rights of the indigenous population. He translated the New Testament into and held mass in Tz’utujil.

Santiago Atitlán is also the home to Maximón (mah-shee-mohn). To find him, our tuk tuk went deeper into narrow alleyways and stopped outside an even smaller pathway, which led us to someone’s house.

Maximón is believed to be a form of the pre-Columbian Maya god Mam, blended with influences from Spanish Catholicism. He moves home every year on 8 May (after Semana Santa) and we are told that his care is rotated amongst ten houses in town (he is looked after 24 hours a day).

From Wikipedia: “his shrine is always attended by two or more people, called Cofrades, who serve for a full year to care for him in the Cofradia and keep the altar and sacred items in order. Shamans come daily to do rituals on behalf of their clients.

The Cofrades also receive visitors, accept offerings which are used to maintain and enact the ancient customs, celebrations, and rituals. Worshipers offer money, spirits and cigars or cigarettes, candles, incense, and prayers to gain his favor in exchange for good health, good crops, and marriage counseling, amongst other favors. Maximon almost always has a lit cigarette or cigar in its mouth, and in some places, his mouth is formed to allow the attendants to give him spirits to drink. These offerings are a way of “feeding,” giving life, and gratitude to Mam.”

Yes, he smokes and drinks rum.

Our last stop was the Posada de Santiago where we had lunch. A recommendation from Maja’s partner as he had a connection with the owner. The food was very good and it’s a shame we were rushed but we needed to be back at the jetty for 2.15pm.

The ride back to Panajachel was indeed a bumpy one. Back in town, we checked out an art gallery and a photography museum. And I indulge in a spot of shopping.

Back in our rooms with a couple of beers. We need a good night sleep tonight.

There was heavy thunder throughout the night, but apart from the one that shook our bungalow, it didn’t stop us from sleeping well.

We grabbed mugs of coffee and watched the sunrise over the lake. Back in the bungalow, we observed our colony of bats, nesting in the eves.

Breakfast of champions. Cazuela Ko Bán – eggs poached in ranchero sauce, topped with cheese and chopped cilantro over tortillas with more cheese in a casserole, with fresh fruit on the side. Andy had the Fruta de la Ruta Maya – an assortment of fresh fruit with lime, honey, yogurt and granola.

We’d chartered a boat for the day amongst eleven of us, and departed at 9am for Livingston.

Our first stop was the San Felipe fort on Lake Izabal. The small Spanish colonial fort was built as a defence against British pirates when the area was an important shipping route, and later served as a prison.

The Rio Dulce (‘Sweet River’) flows out of Lake Izabal to the Caribbean Coast. There are many posh yachts – it’s a popular place to moor your boat during the hurricane season.

Next, we toured bird island – many cormorants, pelicans, egrets, and other flying things. On the lake, men were fishing in dugout canoes.

We went down a narrow channel, and saw water lilies, mangroves, and a few houses. Local woman and children in dugout canoes rush to our boat to sell their wares.

We stopped at a natural hot spring. Opting out of this one, we sat with coffees and ginger biscuits.

We sped through a canyon, dense vegetation on each side and orangey iguanas sunbathing at the top of trees.

Livingston is a Garifuna town at the mouth of the Rio Dulce. It is the only Garifuna community in Guatemala, with Belize having a larger population. There are no roads to Livingston, the town can only be reached by boat.

The town has a great vibe and we spend a couple of hours wandering the streets. There is great street art, street food stalls, pigs roaming the streets, fish drying in the sun and the Caribbean sea at the end of the streets on the east side of town, as well as a few shops and restaurants catering for tourists.

We tried the tapado Garifuna at Happy Fish Restaurant and it’s delicious.The ‘real’ version has a coconut cream base with fish, crab and shrimp; ours was made with banana, plantain and vegetables.

There is just enough time to shop. I broke my sunglasses on Christmas Day and patched them up with sellotape, but with the humidity and the sweat, this was always going to be a short-term fix. I tried various pairs of ‘Ray Ban’ sunglasses in a shop and the price of the ones which fitted me best drop by 5 quetzales for no reason. I probably could have haggled them down further, but these people are trying to make a living. After all, I can’t complain; £4 for ‘genuine’ Ray Ban is a bargain.

The return journey goes quickly. With hills in the background, and low vegetation on the foreground, there is so much sky and the clouds are spectacular.

There is time to catch up with our journals with a beer before dinner.

Early start tomorrow, with a seven to nine hour journey by private bus to Antigua.

We had a surprisingly decent night in our tent after all with exotic animal noises from the jungle lulling us to sleep.

Up at 6am for a quick cold shower to wash off the sweat and bug spray.

We had been tempted to do the Tikal sunrise tour, but woke up to heavy mist and felt justified in our decision to give it a miss. Heavy clouds accompanied us all day, which surprised us a little. We had such a clear sky last night, the stars were truly amazing.

We left Tikal at 7am and drove back to El Renate for a hearty breakfast, and then on to Flores. The town is on an island and although it’s quite touristic, it has genuine charm. Sadly, we both realised too late that we didn’t take a broad view of it.

A long day in the bus allowed us to try local snacks and another type of chilli crisps.

All day, the sun played hide and seek with us. It would be sunny when we got out of the bus to stretch our legs and there would be a heavy downpour whenever we got back on the bus to continue with our journey. Mostly, these were short showers, but the rain set in early evening and is now steady.

The landscape was pretty much lush hills in the distance, and agricultural fields in the foreground. Palm tree and banana plantations mostly. It was sad to see men spraying fields with pesticides. All the farm work is manual, with men carrying machetes everywhere.

It is visibly poorer here, and I’m guessing that most people rely on subsistence farming for a living. There is quite a bit of rubbish along the road, and in the communities.

Along the way, we passed men on horseback, wearing cowboy hats. We passed shops selling saddles and all things horse related.

We stopped in Rio Dulce to pick up a picnic for lunch and felt like queen and king of the castle with our tortillas, avocado and cheese (a type of salty halloumi made in Guatemala). And after a short drive, we arrived at the Agua Caliente.

The waterfalls come over limestone formations. To get to the waterfall, you enter a natural pool. At that end, the water is cool; under the waterfall, the water is hot as it would be if you turned the hot tap on to medium to high. I ventured in and kept going from cold to hot. Great fun.

Back in Rio Dulce, we took a boat taxi for the short journey to our hotel. We have a nice bungalow; very spacious and the bathroom has a great hot shower. We’re happy and clean for five minutes, and then it’s bug spray time.