Hey, still having lots of fun 🙂 just in case you were worried we were not! We headed to Lake Atitlan as planned and booked a ticket which cost £8. The journey was in a shuttle and took 3 hours and half. We decided to go to the village of San Pedro La Laguna and therefore got a shuttle straight there. Our shuttle was interesting to say the least, we met two couples just starting out on the road with a year ahead of them and the rest of the bus was taken up by girls with the worst attitude ever. They acted like bullies back in high school not moving to let people sit etc. The roads were extremely windy but somehow Nkosi managed to fall asleep!
When we arrived in San Pedro I had already researched where I wanted us to stay, a place called Zoolas. However the group of mean girls on our bus were staying there so we were no longer sure it was a good choice. The great thing was that a young boy met us off the coach and for £1.50 showed us the town and the hostels with prices. He took us to Zoolas but we didn’t like the vibe and so headed to the other popular choice hostel FE. It was fully booked. We ended up at a random place next door to it, called Casa Rosa. It was cleanish and room with a private bathroom for 120Q a night. I really liked the actual place in terms of location, but some odd and worrying things happened during our stay including; on Sundays the hotel is managed by the 10-year-old son as the family have a day off, there is a fuse box INSIDE the shower which caught on fire whilst I was in the shower and nearly had me killed via electrocution and the French staying above us who persisted to talk constantly through the night even when our next door neighbour threatened to murder them if they weren’t quiet. They also refereed to me a “little blonde b*tch” and “shakeria”- OK I’ve definitely had worse. All in all wouldn’t rave about staying there but perfect view over the lake and met some nice people there too.
Introducing.. Melisha, two besties called Meghan and Alisha from Canada. Whilst I’m hot, sweaty and discombobulated (thanks for the word Alisha) Nkosi is making besties with these two lovely ladies who happen to be our next door neighbours. These chicks are really cool, we click in minutes and before we know it, we sat it a hideous country and western bar drinking dodgy tasting mojitos. We head to Zoolas to drink and there we meet Emmy, a British girl working the bar who of course highlights to us that its happy hour, free shot with every drink! Yup. We were all wasted. But had a lot of fun. To top it off….no we didn’t go home…we carried on into the night and had a fun night out with everyone. Even one of the couples who was on our bus joined up with us too. We did go back to possibly the worst house party ever. So bad That that’s the only details I’m giving as its not even worth writing about. We left swiftly.
The next day we had to decide our next place, which changed 5 times in 12 hours. We walked along the lovely lakes an enjoyed the view from our hammocks. San Pedro is a very pretty place, you can hear the children running around the school playgrounds and the boats pulling into the dock. There is some attractive graffiti around too.It’s very relaxed and chilled out and full of niche little stalls selling one-off custom items from tie-dye to shoes. Nkosi had some shoes hand-made from recycled old tyres and material that he picked himself. After choosing his material, they drew around his foot and a few hours later…whala some funky one-off shoes 🙂 with the sole of an old car tyre. Not every day you get handmade shoes for £25.
I also fell in love with a jewelry maker who hand crafted me a necklace which resembles a globe with all the parts coming from different parts of Central America.
San Pedro was OK and a good experience. The lake was nice, if you like lakes, apparently one of the most beautiful in the world. It was a fun. 3 days and of course our final night with our yoga fun-filled darlings Melisha meant more alcohol. Problem was we were all wasted by 7pm… I was so drunk I insisted I got spiked even though Nkosi assures me I was just drunk.
After 3 nights, a lot of alcohol, much fun with Melisha and even some massages from the fabulous Alisha it was time to get a move on and head to our next destination, we just had to decide where! We made this decision during possibly our favourite meal in Guatemala, at a small restaurant owned by an Irish man. The food was absolutely amazing and the service was fantastic. There was even a guy plying a guitar and singing very well at the end of our meal. we got talking to a really nice guy who worked there and was full of advice on where to head next… and so it was… Semuc Champey.
We didn’t manage the 4 am wake up to climb the Indian Nose (a mountain that looks like the side profile of a man’s face) although heard the view point is spectacular, purely because after our volcano hike and the jungle tour ahead, I was more than convinced we had done enough outdoor adventures, plus Nkosi wasn’t feeling the wake up call, although I heard it is really nice. Thanks Meghan and Alisha for making our time in San Pedro so fun, so much laughter shared and drunken moments definitely the school break I needed…ps see you in St.Martin and good luck with the fab new job there Meghan, also see you at our wedding too!!!!!
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Much love to everyone at home – getting this posted in time for Mother’s Day, so mum have a read with your cup of tea and toast 🙂 Love you loads and sending you a virtualy hug and massive kiss from only a few thousend miles away ❤
Kym and Nkosi
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