Holy crap we´ve been working hard here in the mountains of Guatemala. My skin is red, and peeling. My lips are red and peeling, my back hurts, my arms are tired but we´ve been having an awesome time!
So Lorin and I decided to rent bicycles and peddle our way to a coffee plantation in more of the hot, blistering sun. Did I mention I am a white girl turned red? Thus we packed the backpacks, ordered some sandwiches to go and found a place via the girl at the Tobacco y Vino store and got ourselves on some nice "cruiser" bikes. Mine was powder blue with a basket...if only I would have had a bell.
Getting out there was a little like a nightmare as we navigated the cobblestone roads and squirmed our way in between rickshaws, cars, trucks, people and other bicylist. Yes, I did mention rickshaws, it confuses me too...am I in India? But once we left Antiqua and got on to the road it was smooth sailing. Minus the fact that I like to ride in a skirt...apparently from Lorins perspective men were giving me the once and twice over, one even filming the site.
We passed through one little pueblo and then rode onto the plantation. Which turned out to be more of a tourist deal than we quite thought. I could not justify paying USD 18.00 to walk around a coffee farm thus we saw a bit and then continued our ride.
(me cooling off in the fountain)
After a couple of stops at some of the tianga´s (which are small open air markets common in latin america) we found our way back home. Not before organizing our next trip for Sunday, climbing the volcano Pecaya.
So wish us luck as we start our ascent Sunday at 4pm, hopefully seeing the sun set and the lava shoot up. From talking with others we do apparently get fairly close to the lava flow...close enough to burn your shoes if one is not careful. Ciudado. Careful I say...
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