'You are alone? That's very dangerous (peligroso)', the old Guatemalan lady said to me in Spanish. I hesitantly jumped off the chicken bus in San Martin, half believing the lady and worrying about my safety. I followed the signs to the volcano laguna and met a local at the bridge. I asked him if I... Continue Reading →

I took the boat from Panajachel to San Pedro and then to San Juan. Again I was the only white person on the boat - I'm getting used to this now. I later found out that my picture had been taken on the boat and posted on the San Juan launcher (boat) Facebook page with... Continue Reading →

I sat down on a grey, cold, stone wall watching the bright sun set over the tranquil lake Atitlan. The beautiful oranges and yellows gave me a sense of hope. It was new years eve and I had just rocked up on my own to Panahachel after taking three mobbed, hectic, jam-packed chicken buses. The... Continue Reading →

Waking up in a bed in Antigua - regardless of the fact that my mattress was in the middle a three bed bunk story, was so pleasant compared to my prior night in the tent. I had a quick last mooch around the lovely, jolly, lively town before checking out of the hostel. I hauled... Continue Reading →

Volcano Acatenango (3976m) is the third largest volcano in central America, so when the opportunity arose for me to hike up it and camp with a view of the neighbouring active volcano Fuego (3,763) and the dormant volcano Agua, I could barely refuse. The hike began through farmland, which presented us with a vertical climb... Continue Reading →

Staying in Antigua has been lovely so far. It has been nice to recharge my batteries after busily visiting different places, taking uncomfortable buses and staying in various hostels. As well as chilling in the hostel hammock reading and chatting, I have walked around the beautiful town exploring art exhibitions, hand craft shops, markets and... Continue Reading →

Antigua is a beautiful Guatemalan mountain village with a wealth of history. It hosts numerous churches with varying degrees of dilapidation. Many have been destroyed by earthquakes. Walking down the cobble streets the colourful buildings look so pretty with the forested volcano hills in the background. A grand, yellow arch was built to mark the... Continue Reading →

After a long, uncomfortable, cramped and somewhat unnerving bus ride I made it to the stunning Semuc Champey - well almost. All passengers were dropped off in the dark, in a tiny Gutamalan jungle village with a couple of shops and no hostel in sight. I was sold a package which included two long bus... Continue Reading →

The long bus journey from Bacalar, Mexico to Mira Flores, Guatemala was definitely worth it. We crossed two borders and traveled 10 hours through three countries. Driving out of Mexico through the jungle was beautifully scenic, the road fairly smooth, lined with tropical, dark green vegetation. When we entered Belize I could see a difference... Continue Reading →