6.30 in the morning. We go by bus toward Coban. We want to get to Lanquin - town in the mountains, famous for its beautiful landscapes, caves and waterfalls nearby. I, Martin, Andrew, Anne, Indiana, and ... enters a last-minute Katka with some French. Crossing the Lanquin
lasts almost all day. Distances are not large, but we have to pass through the mountains - the winding mountain roads is going very slowly. You change to another bus in a small village Rahsruha, which knocks us with their exoticism and its indianskoscia ¨ ¨. In terms of exoticism, or Cuba, or Mexico, or do not wash their August Belize to Guatemala!
are going through a market on which it sells everything (we buy bags of sugar, in order not to pack in our backpacks), we find very cheap food. Lots of buses, trucks and pickups zaladowanych people. With each bus leans Indian wykrzykujacy in heavens name of the town where going (eg CoooooobanCobanCoban !!!!!!!!). Continue the journey by bus similar to chickenbusow, but already more climate change. On the seats do not line up after two, but three people. The Indians are in fact of course much smaller (Indian woman sits next to me finer than ambiguous Polish child, I could wear on their hands). Above the windshield giant inscription: ¨ May God bless this bus ¨. In general, it is funny that subtitles can be found on the transportation in Guatemala. Almost every truck has some. For example: ¨ ° or boss of bosses ° For God nothing is impossible ¨, ¨ God leads me, I headed ¨ itd.itd.
Landscapes are beautiful! Guatemala is really the most picturesque of the visited countries by us hitherto.
The bus comes completely flooded Indian, who is seeing Andrew's screaming to the whole voice: GRINGOOOOOO !!!!! Then course sits near me. In giving of themselves unintelligible gibberish trying to make contact with Andrew. Drinking some alcohol from the plastic bag, lavishly me when this flooding. Finally falls asleep. He gets
Indian with a big basket on his head. Sells a host of divine goodies after quetzal (half of the gold). In Guatemala, the tortillas are much better than in Mexico, the Indians because they are made by hand. We eat in August. Finally we reach
. Last 8 miles we already on pace truck - loaded to the brim with goods and people. Barely holding on (if already Katka Andrew and asked me if their daughters Ani also travel in such a way.) We get to Lanquin - Travel to owianego legend hostels El Retiro.
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