Guatemala, Antigua 2008
So today I ate breakfast, then Ryan and I went to the market for snacks and to catch a chicken bus to Santa Maria de Jesus. It’s kind of crazy with all the people, but I talked to the people around me. And then in a very small town our bus stopped. There was a Catholic parade that maybe ended in Antigua and they had grasses arranged in rectangles with nice designs.
The dish I just ate was good. It is called “Revolcado.” So I’m not sure that’s what I ordered - it seemed like I was eating pig liver.
I’m now at Bacchus smoking a Don Pancho Robusto and drinking Ron Zacapa Centenario.
Anyway, we got out of the bus when it was obvious it wasn’t going anywhere. Started walking uphill, uphill, uphill out of town. 7KM to Santa Maria. About half way there the bus caught up with us. It sat 2 hours waiting for the parade.
The parade was big. A bunch of young people in Roman soldier costumes playing drums and trumpets. Then a bunch of men in purple robes and hoods walking, some carrying a huge wooden float with Jesus on it. Then a couple full bands and another float carried by women with St. Mary on it. Lots of people. And when it arrived in Antigua, there were thousands of people watching.
When we got to Santa Maria de Jesus, we walked down the road. Looking for the trailhead. Past the Mayan clothes washing station and central market. Then we asked. And it turned out we were going the wrong way. So back up the road after Ryan ate at the market. To a graveyard. So we went into a bar to ask again. The guy came out and he was really excited to talk to us. To practice his English. He was funny. His name was Epifueño. Told us several times that it takes 5 or 6 hours to get to the top. Told us that his friend’s uncle died on Tuesday having something to do with his brain. But he didn’t know how to say it and he kept saying [a vulgar word in English]. I laughed a lot. We told him what it meant. Epifueño was trashed and kept spilling his tequila (or was it corn liquor?).
Up on the trail we hiked a while then sat down to take in the view and the cool air. Two Mayan families walked by us with horses and their kid on one's back.
Then back down, on the chicken bus and back to Antigua. Three Quetzales each way.
I decided last night as I was dozing off that, since Ryan didn’t want to go to Volcan Agua today, I’d just go by myself. There’s really no difference, except that he’d slow me down. So I bought pan dulce, bananas, a 1.5L water, and a disposable camera. Took everything out of my bag and only took Q5 and my bus fees and hid Q40 in my running shorts pocket. I got on the 9a chicken bus to Santa Maria de Jesus. At 945a I hit the trail...