It's big, it's Yellow, it's so much like a giant glaze covered cake your teeth hurt just from looking at it, and you can find it on every postcard stand in Guatemala.

We came, we saw, "click", we left. It must have been the shortest excursion so far...


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Lady! Are you serious?! In heels? On cobblestone streets, downhill, with a baby in a sling and a ton of flowers for the dead? I never could understand when and how stilettos made their way into the indigenous wardrobe, but we are yet to see one traditionally dressed woman without a pair, unless they are barefoot. It is the Day of the Dead, and we ( Read more... )

No gates, no guards, or fancy signs. Just a one tree hill and a huge stone head peering out the charred ground. The head itself is black with soot - the locals have been coming to pray along its side and burned fires under its now chipped-off nose. There are candle remains and pieces of garbage on the ground. If it wasn't so, I wouldn't have ( Read more... )

To make it easier to explain, a hot waterfall is, in many ways, a lot like a hot shower. For one, getting out is just as hard - you want to stay as long as time allows and just stand there under the pressure of the water, watching your skin wrinkle and feel your mind going a bit foggy from the heat. One way this hot waterfall was not like a hot ( Read more... )

One of my most favorite things on this trip are the little surprises. No, no. Not the "Wow, that pyramid is surprisingly tall", or "Hey! Never thought I'd run into you at this end of the earth!", but the more subtle ones that make me appreciate the world we used to live in. Revelations like "Wow, that toilet has a seat on it" or "Hey! And toilet- ( Read more... )

Oh the poo. The smell, the colors. I could paint with this stuff if it wasn't so stinky ( Read more... )

Green is my favorite color. See me walking on the streets of Guatemala today, and you will most likely notice me wearing my bottle-green pants (held up by grass-green belt), lime-green shirt, and swamp-green hat and hiking-boots. It is all part of my repertoire, and this very limited wardrobe, padded only by few more (non green) items, has grown on ( Read more... )

I am a cliché. Out of all the crawly-cutie-fuzzy-wuzzys I chose the softest and most adorable of all - I am in love with Kinkajou! I never even knew such an animal existed. You could say it is a sort of cross between a monkey and a bear, but it's so much more. Much softer then any monkey that I have touched, and as for bears… Guess I should ( Read more... )

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Hitchcock had it right - Birds are mean. You'd come to that conclusion pretty quickly too, if only you had to spend your whole day navigating in a cage with dozens of screaming Green Parakeets that aim their hooky beaks at your fingertips and hungry Toucans that mistake your head for a ripe mango. In fact, it is not as much as they are mistaking it ( Read more... )