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The River Was Chocolate Brown and Racing
Posted by: | CommentsGuest Post by Judi
I caught a shuttle for Pana on Friday mid-day to attend a going away party for the friend of a new acquaintance who is also from Oregon. Two Norwegian girls were also in the van who were on some kind of bus trip which included various “adventures” along the way. They arrived in Antigua late Thursday night and were to climb Pacaya on Friday morning early (we know what happened to that adventure!), one of the mothers called from Norway at 1 am to make sure they were not buried under the volcano or worse. Then they got on the shuttle at mid-day to go to Pana for a “Mayan Home Experience”. It poured all the way from Antigua and going down the mountain from Solola, the driver pulled over at the bus stop for San Jorge and told them to get out and wait for somebody to come by and take them down the mountain there for their “home stay”. I almost (I repeat..almost) gave them my cell phone number just in case….
Arriving in Panajachel, Calle Santander was a river….racing water at least 6 inches deep! It rained a lot on Friday night, but the going away dinner was great fun. Met some old friends and met some new women too. We sat up talking (and drinking) until midnight, then were up at 6 am. It was still raining, but we decided to go out and see what was going on with the river. First thing we saw was that the house of our friends Linda and Norm had been washed away! The river was chocolate brown and raging….not quite like Stan, but close! As we drove through Pana, the streets were deep with water, mud and stones…all flowing rapidly downhill. The upper bridge was in good shape, but the river was eating at the new “retirement home” that was being completed where Macki’s house used to be. (No, they didn’t listen to anybody who told them of the devastation that Stan did to that property!) On to Sharon and Dwight’s house….they were already evacuating and removing everything from their house. The back bathroom and another room had already fallen into the river, and the river was continuing to eat away at the soil under the rest of the house. They moved everything to another house that Mayan Families uses for a pre-school. The road up to San Andres had been closed since Friday and was under at least of foot of mud and rocks. And there is a HUGE sink hole on the Jucanya side of the approach to the car bridge over the river.
All of the shuttles were cancelled due to the closure of the Pan American Highway, but nobody had any good information about where it was closed so I just sat tight until this morning when the shuttle services started selling tickets again. I did remember Mark’s last experience and went for the Q96 return with a reliable company.
When the shuttle picked me up, I asked if I could sit in front by the driver. No problem. Then the driver continued to pick up passengers. A lot of people were really anxious to get out of Pana! After passenger #14 or 15, the driver patted the seat between us and said one more! It turned out to be a big gringo wearing a big hat and NO, I did not give up my window seat with the seat belt to him!
There wasn’t much conversation happening so I decided to count the slides on the highway on the way back. Being a Virgo, it seemed like a fun thing to do. Leaving Panajachel, the right hand side of the road up to Solola was pretty much closed all the way to the waterfall. There wasn’t much traffic though so we made good time. From Solola to the Pan American highway there were no problems. Once we got on the PanAm highway, wow! there were a lot of slides. I counted 105 slides which closed at least one lane of the highway between Los Encuentros and Tecpan. In addition, there were four massive slides which would have closed the highway completely. One of these was at the Chichoy Restaurant area and a big section of the road had falled away too. The others were at about km. 98, 97, 96. These were the only places there was heavy equipment working to get the highway open. There wasn’t a lot of traffic going either direction and we made it to Antigua in just a little more than it normally would have taken.
I am glad to be home! Everything is okay around here.
How to Choose a Shuttle in Guatemala
Posted by: | CommentsBusiness opportunities at Lake Atitlan were calling recently so I decided to grab a shuttle and head to Panajachel-that bastion of stale 60’s selfishness-and was on GuateTime, meaning that I arrived at Adrenalina Tours without a reservation a few minutes after the scheduled shuttle departure. As it turns out, the schedule has changed in the six months since I last visited the lake and the last van for the day had already departed, so I walked down the street to another agency, one of the popular ones at the park. I was surprised to find out that the tickets at this agency were half the price I normally pay for Adrenalina. Not thinking much about it, I paid the 40Q and told them to pick me up at RumBar.
The shuttle arrived right on time (30 minutes late), and I saw the reason for the ticket being half the price of Adrenalina; there were already 14 people in the 14 passenger van, and the van itself looked like it’d had 500 too many trips to the lake. But, knowing there were no other vans going to the lake that day, I jumped into the front seat. My companion in the front, a tall, thin German girl with bright blue eyes and blond hair who I can only presume dislikes showering or deodorant, apparently decided that the small piece of fabric between me, the driver and the stick shift was not sufficient for her and so before we were out of Jocotenango had relocated herself onto my lap. As this transition was taking place a friend of hers from the back of the bus called out something-in German-which sounded remarkably like “Watch out for that guy next to you”, to which I replied, “Don’t worry, I don’t bite” followed immediately by her deadpanning “That’s too bad….”
I know some of you guys-LaCuadra readers, no doubt-wouldn’t have hesitated to pay extra for this trip, but it wasn’t what I had in mind. Making conversation under the circumstances was proving to be difficult, and to my great surprise she fell asleep before we reached Chimaltenango. Maybe I reminded her of Daddy. I managed to doze off while pretending to pay attention to the Pimsleur 3: Intermediate Spanish Conversation (aka, Proof Hell Exists) on my iPhone, but was awakened by the driver talking on the phone while trying to shift gears and pass other vans around the corners going into Tecpan. What I heard alarmed me more than when I lost all feeling in my leg 20 minutes earlier; the driver was asking the office in Antigua what kind of fuel the microbus used.
Now, I’m no mechanic, but every shuttle I’ve been in here in Guate has been a diesel, and this one sure sounded like a diesel, but the fact that the driver didn’t know was disconcerting. It was then that I noticed that none of the gauges on the dashboard worked. I heard the guy on the other end of the phone saying ‘diesel’ two or three times before the driver said, “Ah, diesel.” A moment later we were in the PDV gas station, and I figured it was a good time to see whether an amputation was in my future or whether I would retain the use of my left leg, so in my most fatherly manner I helped the German girl off my lap and stepped out of the van to walk and stretch.
A short walk to the market/tienda proved my leg was still alive, and when I returned I saw five Guatemalan guys huddled over the side of the microbus. It took only a moment to realize that they had been unable to get the lid on the gas tank open. They were pushing and pulling, and otherwise examining it like we had just arrived from Mars. It took about 5 minutes of consultation with the office back in Antigua before they managed to get it open, whereupon the driver deposited all of 100Q (!!!), into the tank.
I saw el piloto finishing up so I prepared to get back into my seat when I saw the most curious thing…the German girl had assumed a new position, back in the middle of the bench, in an kind of vertical fetal position, hunched down and with knees up and with the stickshift between her legs. In the large 1970ish Ford F350 in which I learned how to handle a manual this wouldn’t have been saying much, but in the tiny front seat of these old Toyotas, where you sit on the engine and you can essentially touch the windshield with your knees, the stickshift was in a….precarious, if warm position. The girl seemed oblivious to it, and was dozing as I sat down and buckled in, trying not to disturb her. I was desperately fishing for my iPhone to take a picture when the driver began to enter, and seeing the unusual passenger arrangement stopped, completely frozen either in awe or fear.
I tried not to look directly at him, wanting to gauge his reaction as an uninterested third party, rather than perhaps becoming involved again in this increasingly bizarre trip. However, I couldn’t quite see the look on his face and so I looked at him directly and the expression can only be described as one of fear and uncertainty. It was everything I could do not to burst out laughing, like a maniacal Jim Carrey, given the absurdity of events thus far. The poor man stood there, hunched over, one hand on the lower part of the steering wheel, another on the drivers seat, eyes moving up and down the female and then to me, as if imploring my help. The only thing he could manage was to pooch his lips out towards her repeatedly, which is a common local alternative to pointing. I was already in my 30 second, He Who Moves First Loses mode, and was determined not to be the solution, when he nervously began to reach for her, put couldn’t bring himself to actually touch her. A few more hesitant attempts, all resulting in frightened, sudden pull-backs at the last second, gave me no option.
I nudged the girl and said, “Fraulein, I think the driver needs you to move over”. She looked at me with either jet lagged (Berlin to Guate is a long flight, I guess), groggy or drug induced, hazy eyes and didn’t appear to understand what I was saying, when the man finally got up the courage to push her shoulder hard enough so that her head ended up in my lap, a situation that even she decided-after a few seconds-wasn’t appropriate. She eventually managed to unwind her legs from around the stick shift and the driver squeezed in.
The rest of the trip was largely uneventful. It started raining and got quite a bit cooler, which seemed to revive her and she eventually began chatting again with the German girl in the back. Upon entering Panajachel I recognized my hotel and so asked the driver to let me off. As I exited the shotgun seat she looked at me and said, “Esta Guatemala?” All I could manage was, “ja”.
Things to Do in Guate
Posted by: | CommentsOccasionally I troll the forums at LonelyPlanet and often people ask, “What is there to do in Guate?” Here’s a pretty good answer.
Let’s Go to the Beach
Posted by: | CommentsIt’s grey and rainy here (a balmy 65), and snow on top of a nearby mountain might warm some hearts but when you’re accustomed to 72F and sunny every day this is enough to drive a man to drink, so we’ve decided to hit the beach with a few friends. In Guate a trip to the beach is as easy as a phone call to the shuttle and 2 hours later you’re pool side with a drink, taking bets on which kid will get sucked in by the riptide.
Antigua to Tapachula & Border Crossing
Posted by: | CommentsI had some urgent business in Mexico recently and thought some of my experiences might be illuminating for other travelers. I didn’t want to drive myself, enjoying instead the comfort of the first class bus system in Central America. Not only are these buses not Chicken Buses, they’re closer to first class airline seating.
Unfortunately, there are no bus stations in Antigua, so you have to get to the capital to catch one of the buses. Tica Bus is the only one with a functioning website, but TransGalgos is a great option as well (you can buy a ticket through most travel agencies in Antigua). I rode TicaBus from the capital to Tapachula at a cost of about $20. The buses have TV, cold AC and a bathroom. It’s a comfortable ride and I use it to catch up on iPod listening and book reading.
It takes about six hours to get to the border. Once there you need to exit the bus and get your exit stamp from Guatemalan migracion. Migracion officials use a computer network that is tied into a central database in the capital so they know quickly whether you have overstayed your visa. The computer system also populates all the fields so there is no paperwork to complete. If everything is good, you’ll get your exit stamp and you’re on your way. If you’re late it’s 10Q per person per day. I’ve never been asked for a bribe by Guatemalan migracion officials.
Once you’re done at Guate migracion, you walk north across the bridge. The tour buses pull forward beforehand and unload all the luggage, so you can carry it through Mexican migration. I have found the Mexican officials to be generally less hospitable than the Guatemalan side. However, if you explain that you are only visiting Tapachula and not going further into the country and that you are only staying for three days, then you can avoid the normal hassle and ‘fees’ that average about $20 per person to enter. In my case a simple, “Papa buenas tardes, estoy visitando a Tapachula para tres días y luego vuelvo a la tierra de los chapines” and he stamped a random page without even looking to see if it was my passport and then started hassling some Salvadorean behind me.
Then the fun begins. Your tour bus operator will greet you outside migracion and instruct you to drag your bags through migracion. I was stopped immediately, although I noticed all of the darker skin folk were waved through. The grumpy senora made a cursory check of my checked bag and then waved me on.
A few meters further down the corridor another grumpy senora stopped me and instructed me to push a button on a traffic light looking device, whereupon the light flashed red, the word ‘random’ began to blink and a buzzer went off in a back office. Two additional grumpy migracion officials exited and escorted me to a table which, while still outside, was not entirely in view of any other passengers.
Was it my stash of cigars de Havana that set off the alarms? The book I had just checked out of the American Legion library in Antigua “Guns, Germs & Steel”? Had the stewardess on the bus related my disappointment to the migracion officials that they served only coffee and soda and not tequila on the bus ride north?
Whatever it was I watched while they rifled through my checked bag while dozens more locals streamed past unmolested. Apparently the randomness of the searches is limited to those exceeding 200lbs and/or 6 feet in height. Finding nothing too objectionable (I did invite the senora to join me in Tapachula to give me a masaje, which she didn’t find amusing but the two hombres did), they waved me on, and I returned to the glorious air conditioned environment of the bus, finding the driver much relieved that he had not lost a passenger in migracion.
Thirty minutes later we were in Tapachula, where the senoritas were much more pleasant. I asked the girls behind the counter how much a taxi should cost me to Loma Real, and when they responded “250 pesos” I asked, “Esta el gringo precio or normal?”, whereupon they both giggled and insisted it was the normal price.
250 pesos later I found myself at the Loma Real front desk where another senorita giggled constantly at my Spanish and booked me into a 1000 peso a night room which she assured me was perfect. The pool looked inviting, the exercise room was functional if spartan, and the restaurant had a great menu. More on Loma Real tomorrow, but a few observations on Day 1 in Mexico:
- Tapachula is hot. It’s Escuintla x 150%
- Mexican Spanish is different from Guatemalan Spanish. Simple sentences were difficult to understand or be understood.
- I heard more honking on the way from the bus station to Loma Real than I have heard in Guate in 16 months. Mexicans are in a hurry and watch the green light like hawks (the red light not so much).
- Most things appeared to be cheaper in Tapachula than in Guate, from the price of food to the taxi and the alcohol.
- I didn’t see ANY dogs
Day 2 tomorrow.
An Afternoon at GuateFriends
Posted by: | CommentsAs long-time readers know, my friends Joe and Ana operate GuateFriends hostel in the capital, just a stone’s throw from the airport. I met them when I first visited Guatemala in 2008, while the family was still in Mexico. I used GuateFriends as my homebase while I moved around the country getting a feel for things.
Although it is set up as a hostel, you can reserve a room to yourself for just a little more, and one very big difference between their place and most hostels is the food; Joe is an outstanding cook and will cook three meals a day if you need him to. That’s why when I brought the family to Guatemala we stayed at the hostel for a week.
If you are planning a stayover in the capital or know someone who is, I can’t recommend them to you highly enough. It’s an inexpensive, safe place to spend the night and enjoy a good meal. As with everyone else in the tourist business in Guate, they are suffering from the drop in tourism, so send your friends to GuateFriends.
1200 Miles Around Guate
Posted by: | CommentsSome guy by the name of Dan posted this travelogue on his recent 1200 mile trek through Guatemala, and I thought some readers might be interested. Yes, I’m posting the whole thing because too often I link to an outside source and then 6 months later a reader emails and says, “I went to the link but the article is gone/deleted/censored/edited and I want to finish reading”.
One of the great things about GuateLiving is I don’t delete stuff. Well, there was that one time a female PCV blogger got outraged that I linked to her blog and demanded I delete it immediately…or else!
So anyway, if you’re thinking about driving around Guatemala, here’s an informative post:
Have just returned from a 1200 mile trip around Guatemala by good ol’ standard Chevy.
Far too much to report for just the driving alone, even for a trip report, but happy to answer questions about directions, road conditions, etc.Our Itinerary (and general travel times)
Note: These times reflect the real-world guidelines from an experienced under-developed country driver who is cautious, but pretty aggressive.La Aurora Airport to Antigua ½ hr to 2 ½ hr
Antigua to Pana 2 ½ – 3 ½ hrs.
Pana to Coban 5 – 6 hrs
Coban to Languin 1 ½ hr
Coban to Flores/St. Elena 4 – 5 hrs.
Flores to Rio Dulce 3 – 4 hrs.
Rio Dulce to Guate/Airport 4 – 6 hrs.MAJOR WARNING:
If you are planning traveling west to east from Pana or Xela to Coban: Much of the road is normal Guatemala, BUT, about a ½ hour east of Cunen (on the final leg to Coban), the road turns really rough – boulders and deep pot holes, lots of rocks and gravel (good idea to make sure some other car is either ahead of you or behind you, because you’re well past nowhere in the mountains. AND THEN THE ROAD SIMPLY ENDS and you’re looking down into the abyss of a deep valley (there was a total washout more than a year ago, and it’s not clear whether this section will ever be repaired). Up to this point the driving was slow but ok since you’re dealing with flat road and modestly curving roads. NOW, you’re into the mother of all road trips. Down, down into the valley on a makeshift, narrow, rocky, dusty road, then up along the same type of road into steep hairpin turns. I can’t come close to exaggerating what this road was like or the anxiety of traveling along this stretch. I was basically in 1st gear the entire trip. Eventually the road made its way into some semblance of civilization and apparently in the right direction to Coban, which was less than an hour away.In hindsight, the far easier (but possibly longer, and definitely not as the crow flies) ride to avoid this section would possibly be to return from Pana towards Guate, and then picking up the main north-south road to goes directly to Coban. But, the ride from Pana to Coban was easily one with some of the most varied and amazing vistas and local views of any I’ve taken. You pays your money, you takes your chances.
Some tips and observations:
First, buy a cell phone as soon as possible in the country. They’re dirt cheap (~$20), and TIGO (they’re the primary cell company) minutes were also inexpensive and almost any shopkeeper can sell you a $6 or $12 card and they can directly call into to TIGO to activate the time. Service is available everywhere, and you don’t want to be driving without some communications device.No matter where you’re going, we found that unless you’re 150% sure that you’re going in the right direction, stop and ask (“la ruta a ________, was all that you pretty much needed in the way of language). There is a national highway system, which will encompass most of your travel, but those “RN __” markers are few and far between. Signage is pretty non-existent, although you’ll generally know what town you’re entering into (but not always). On any route, make sure you know pretty much each town along the way (remember distances are long, towns are few and most likely folks will know only the next town over).
Driving from Lake Atitlan to Pana, we found ourselves way past the turn-off, and moving close to Xela. We couldn’t imagine having missed a sign or even a road (there weren’t that many), but sure enough, there was a large, easily visble sign west-to-east, but not in the direction we were initially traveling.
Unless you have unlimited time to travel, or have unlimited patience traveling behind slow moving trucks and cars, you will need to be able to drive aggressively, meaning basically violating every safe driving rule, from speed limits to passing on curves. If you have any fear of heights or get nervous driving on roads with only modest distance between the road and steep drops, this is not a country for you to even consider driving in.
As a rule of thumb, when calculating your projected travel time, figure on 20mph for areas west of Coban (Antigua > Laked Atitlan > Xela > Coban) and 30mph on areas east (Tikal to Flores). No doubt you will start driving and find yourself going 50-60 and figure my rule of thumb is way off and you’ll pick up time. Be forewarned, driving issues are abundant, and good can turn into really rough very quickly and unexpectedly.
The road conditions, for the most part, and for most of the country, are good asphalt roads – except when they’re not. Even when the roads are good, you still can’t expect to drive at speeds much over 40. Plus, you’ll invariably encounter any one of many “conditions” that will cut into your time.
Among the most pervasive and exasperating conditions you’ll encounter: speed bumps everywhere (usually in sets of three, but as many as 7), often inexplicably placed in remote areas and mountain villages where you can’t imagine why they’re there (my guess is that some shopkeepers put them up themselves to ensure cars slow down near their tienda. Most of the time there’s some warning (“tremulos”), but not always. There are endless variations on the height and width from some being barely there to other where you’ll feel a jolt at any speed above a mile an hour.
Entering any town that’s more than a mountain village of a few shops will generally pose some modest problem and require lots of stops for directions. If you’re imagining that since you’re on a main road and simply going through town, that should be no problem – think again. Any village with “streets” will never be a simple in-out. What with one-way signs, and closed roads and markets, if often took 10 minutes to get back on the main route.
In much of the country, there’s relatively little traffic, but in some areas, particularly the roads moving east and west into Guate, you can end up behind a caravan of trucks and slow-moving cars, chicken buses, pickups with cages, three-wheelers that you’ll probably want to pass. The closer you are to Guate (either moving towards or away), the more horrific the traffic can become (grinding to a virtually halt, bumper-to-bumper). As an aside, on our arrival, we left Guate in the height of rush-hour, on our way to Antigua. A 45-minute trip took over 2 hours.
Geography also plays a key role in your travel time. Winding roads, even those well-paved, are not your leisurely ride in the country at 50 mph. They are frequently curvy, and in the best circumstances, relatively flat. But there’s plenty of up-down as well. (Prior to our travel eventually to Coban, we never encountered a straight stretch more than a kilometer or two).
The number of really nasty rides (after Coban, everything was relative), was modest. There’s an 11km stretch entering into Languin that’s tough, and the road from there to Semuc Champey is slightly shorter, but both take about ½ hour. And there will be patches of poor roads scattered around, often no more than 2-3 km.
And then, there are those silly little unexpected travel situations, like finding out that you need to take a small little car ferry across a 200-yard stretch of what was possibly a small river, on the way to Flores/St. Elena.
General Rental Car Info
Our rate with Dollar for 12 days (thru Expedia) was an amazing $210 for a solid 4-door, 5-speed, A/C Chevy. BUT, on our arrival, the rental agent insisted on contacting directly both my credit card company (to confirm my account included collision coverage) and my auto insurance agent (to ensure the policy included 3rd party liability). I actually had to go online and find out the telephone number, but since it was after hours, I had to take their policy ($160), which could be waived the next day if my agent provided documentation (it turns out my policy didn’t’).Even though most people don’t, you should probably check the car tires to make sure the lugnuts aren’t machine screwed on (ours were, and we couldn’t get them off with the standard flat tire wrench). You should also check the spare (ours was flat, which we found out only when we had to use it). Maybe take along a container of those products that spray foam in for emergencies.
Gas is cheap (~$3.25/’US GALLON, varies by region, but not by much) and generally easily available, but it’s a good idea to keep the tank close to fill, since you never know when you’ll encounter a long, extended stretch where there are no stations for many miles.
We were advised in Guate by our rental company that police cameras were often placed on roads and used to generate speeding tickets, but nowhere in the country did we encounter cars observing posted limits (on the rare occasion when they even existed) and while there were cops occasionally parked along side the road, enforcement seemed lax.
Welcome to Monterrico
Posted by: | CommentsKara gives us an introduction to Monterrico that’s worthy of one of those shill tourist publications:
Today we headed south to Monterrico, where the ocean floor drops off very steeply after only 20- 40 feet, and the endless stretch of black volcanic beach is like moon rock that causes your feet to melt with the heat. The sun blared, the Pacific swelled and the shade was the crook in your arm as you lay your head on your towel. Raw and intense and in many ways it also reminded me of Key West and that 7-mile bridge that lifts you up above water and suddenly plops you back into small stretches of land and marsh. We lasted about an hour and then headed over to Johnny’s for cold batidos, fish tacos and ceviche and watched the ATVs speed by with four or five people sprawled over every inch of it. As the sun set we made our way back drinking a chilled coconut, driving through numerous fires from garbage being burned, car accidents, flares and finally pitch darkness where the outline of Pacaya was a reminder that we were headed inland again.
I’m looking forward to visiting Monterrico, as soon as Santiago delivers on his promise to take me to see the beachfront mansion with glass walls he’s building.
Go check out the pictures that Kara and brad took on the beach.






















