03/02/2020 Border Crossing into Guatemela
Got an early start for the border. First, we weren't sure if there
was a Banjercito at the border to take care of our temporary
imports, so stopped in Tapachula at the Banjercito and they
confirmed there was one at the border. There was suppose to be an
Archeological dig on the way, a very old one, Izapa. But we got
there and it was closed... closed on Mondays... it's Monday? So, we
found ourselves in someone's back yard (hope they didn't mind) and
all we saw was a glimpse. Ah well.. Moved on to the border, given
the trouble we had getting the car into Mexico, we gave ourselves
plenty of time.
So, at the border, the guys start rushing at you long before the
border. I stopped, so as not to run them over, said no, and moved
on. Honey was behind me and they swarmed her. I'm pointing follow me
and she finally broke free. Mexico had a fire drill with honey's
rebuilt car, they cleared us then as we were leaving they stopped
us, to take another picture of the serial number under the hood to
convince them it was the same car [eyeroll].
Then there was Guatemala... Been there done that so it should have
Went and got ourselves fumigated, pulled forward to leave the bike
and car near the Aduana building, then walked back half a block to
First annoying problem was, I went through Mexico on my US Passport
but wanted to switch to my Croatian passport for the rest of the
trip. They wouldn't let me. Because I was stamped out of Mexico in
my US Passport they said I had to use the US passport... [small
grrrrrr; what the heck is the difference?] Fine!
Went back up to Aduana. Copy of title, registration, license,
canceled Mexico import, passport and passport stamp. The car serial
numbers were a bit of a fire drill again but they got it done...
then they got to me and they tell me I had a import from last summer
that wasn't closed properly and I had to pay a fine of $300 US...
No... I tell them that I presented the papers at the border when
leaving, and the guy said he didn't need them...
And so, for the next six hours, this is what I was looking at...
Short version... why do I have to pay $300 because your employee
told me he didn't need the papers? I have to talk to my supervisor
he won't be back for 1.5 hours... Why is this taking so long? My
system is very slow (shows me screen with error code on it). Does
this happen often? Yes (in other words it's a scam; the guy at the
border didn't do his job, but he doesn't suffer for it do). When the
supervisor gets there... Sorry you're having this problem. I explain
again it's not my fault. He says they will knock it down to 25% if I
pay voluntarily... I'm thinking, what, you going to beat it out of
me if I don't? Beno! Let's get this show on the road... So, I have
to pay the 500+ Q for the penalty, and another 160 Q for the new
import. In the mean time, it's getting late, we have a place two
hours away, and I tell honey to go before it gets dark, so she's not
driving on a twisty mountain road in pitch dark... They finally got
me out of there at like 5:15... We started at 11:30 am... Suffice to
say I was aggravated, honey was aggravated, we're reaching the
limits of our patience. But she took my advice and took off about
4:00. Good thing too. I didn't make it to the hotel until 7:45. I
was riding take no prisoners until it got dark but then slowed down
when I lost the twilight. High in the mountains, getting cooler, fog
rolling in, no point in pushing it any more... dark is dark...
Part of the problem was when I arrived in town, the hotel was not
where it showed on the map... Now what? (Ah... if I would have
turned on my cell service honey had already told me where to go, but
it slipped my mind that it was off.) I found the first hotel and
asked for directions. Two nice ladies and an English speaking kid,
came to the agreement that they were just leaving, and they could
lead me to the hotel. So, the two ladies jumped on their moped, and
lead me to the hotel. I was relieved to see honey's car parked
there, and thanked them profusely. I offered them a few Q for their
trouble, they wouldn't take it. Thanked them again, went up stairs
to give honey a hug, and all's well that ends well. Though she did
say that she got stopped by the police multiple times asking to see
her papers. But she did make it before dark.
As I was sitting there at customs, I saw all the other poor folks
coming through with their beat up cars, their beat up stuff, hanging
out of their beat up truck beds. All having to deal with the same
red tape i was dealing with. And for what? Honey said it's all a
scam just to get money. And the whole 25% deal is all a part of
it... maybe, guess I'm not that pessimistic... I believed that
person at the desk was trying to do their job. If anything they're
just working for a corrupt government. I dislike borders... what
would it be like without them? Wouldn't everything reach a natural
balance, instead of one forced by governments?
Twisty mountain road... not so much fun in the dark, with fog and
cold... We're at 8700ft now, temps in the 40-60F range.
The place where we stayed last night, Hotel Fuentes, had an
Yeah, not much to look at, but it was $23, and the staff was sharp
as a tack. We also had off street parking... there's enough for one
car and a few motorcycles and that's about it. I guess not too many
of their guests own vehicles?
Took a walk around and found the market. Nice spread. All sorts of
fruits, veggies, nuts, eggs, berries, you name it...
The only way to buy you food... oh yeah, and there was a place that
had four women standing around a wood fired stove making tortillas
by hand... four for a Quetzal... like 13 cents... Like what can you
buy for 13 cents in the US... nada!
Most interesting thing at the market was a couple guys walking
around with goats on leashes. They would milk the goat right into a
cup for your morning goatmilk! I kid you not... no kidding
intended... just kidding around... no, really, the goats were real,
and they had customers.
The square, right next to the market.
So, San Pedro Sacatepequez... what a name, sounds like I'm swearing
at someone... anyway, not a bad town. Narrow streets, crowded as
heck, nice mountain views, nice market, nice people, nice temps...
We went back to our hotel with all our booty, and took off for
A lot of the road was nice and twisty, and smooth, so nice ride. But
never got that out in the country feeling, just ongoing civilization
all the way into Quetzaltenango. We found a nice place on the far
I was looking at the map and thinking about our next step. The El
Salvador and Honduras borders are just over 200 miles away. Mexico
is relatively huge. So, we'll wander/hang around a bit before
dealing with borders again! Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, and
Nicaragua have an agreement in place so one passport stamp is good
for all of them, but the vehicle export/import still has to happen
at every border.
Today we took a hike into the Parque Nacional Cerro el Baul,
Quetzaltenango, just a few block from where where staying, and then
UP. Back in the states you go to a park trail... ah it's a park
trail... here we're going through some guys yard with two barking
dogs... don't make eye contact honey, just keep walking slowly...
Yeah, this is the path up the side of the mountain. Someone lives
here. A little further below that an old gentlemen was out in the
yard and we asked him if this was the way. Yeah, it was. Here's the
thing, the old guy, the people that peeped out of the doorways on
this house, all said buenos dias, had a smile, and looked generally
content... go figure... maybe says something about what's important
in life and happiness...
The highest point in the town. Clearly there was no more fog on the
mountain, so yeah, the smog is so thick you can barely see the
mountains on the other side. Quetzaltenango is the second largest
city in Guatemala. Ran into some guys up there that were practicing
for a four day mountainbike competition. He lived in Panama, was
born in Argentina, and his father was from Switzerland. Open
invitation to come and visit when we get down there.
Early afternoon I went into the city to the local Suzuki shop. Walk
in, explain to the guy at the counter what I need. He says, this is
an auto parts store... the moto shop is right next door... That was
worth a good laugh. Once in the right building!... I made
arrangements to have my rear tire and oil changed. Also going to
change out the clutch friction plates; the other day when I was
accelerating hard, I could feel a little slipping. Asked for prices
on everything first, then labor. Going to come out to just over
$200, with synthetic oil, including the labor which is only $45...
It will take two days to get parts and they'll have it done in a
couple hours. pfffffttttt... Heck yeah, do that! I considered asking
them to just use their shop, but for $45 bucks it is not worth doing
it myself. I'll drop it off in the morning on Friday, go hike a
volcano with honey, pick up the bike later, and stimulate the
Guatemalan economy, win-win! And it's Suzuki, so they won't do a
hack job... right?... right...
The road to Zunil, and Fuentes Georginas hotsprings. About 40
minutes southeast of Quatzeltanengo. Past Zunil as the 1.5 lane road
winds into the mountains, a boatload of agriculture going on.
There's a water source at the top of the mountain, so the farmers
get gravity fed water at no cost. The mountainside is a patchwork of
fields used to grow vegetables, but it's all manual labor, too steep
Did this middle-aged woman ride her motorcycle to the field?
And you get near the top into the hotsprings, the initial view from
Some big vegetation, growing all along the cliffs surrounding the
There's three main pools at the place, the big one to the right is
the warmest one. The water comes out of the rocks off to the far
right. Probably a good 115 degrees F on the rock face.
Few hours into it some fog rolled in... wow... hotspring in the
On the way out bought some corn and watchamacallits from this nice
lady, fanning a wood fire to cook the food. The watchamacallits were
kind of like tamales but without any corn wrapping. Just corn paste
and some kind of leaves in them... They were good!
Yup, different world...
Also met and conversed with some interesting people. Some locals and
one guy who's been traveling the world since he was 17. Asia,
Africa, US, etc.. a lot of it on motorcycle. Took time off to have a
family, now he's been traveling for 10 years straight. We'll be
looking him up when we get to Europe, Africa, or India. Offered to
let us stay in his house in France if we come there. You meet the
Today, dropped the bike off at the shop and took the car to find
Vulcan Almolonga, only a couple miles out of town. Took the road as
far as we could go/fit, and hiked from there. The big cloud covered
mountain in the distance is Vulacan Santa Maria. And we were happy
to find that all the Truffula trees were not chopped down (See Dr.
Seuss for explanation). We took the less traveled paths up the
side... At one point I didn't want to go on any more, then honey
didn't want to go on, then we ran out of path and ended up in the
weeds, so turned around. Made it pretty close to the top!
The first bit was just hiking through someones apparent farm field.
A Truffula tree (You know... Dr. Seuss?)... and Vulcan Santa
Literally off in the weeds...
Picked the bike up after the hike, new rear skin, new clutch, fresh
oil, koodos to the guys at Agencia Suzuki in Quetzaltenango!
That's it for Quetzaltenango! Moving on to Santiago Atitlan, on the
southern shore of Lago Atitlan, where we hope to hit another
Also, starting to make arrangements to get from Panama to Colombia
in May. Looks like Stahlratte is the outfit to go with, bike and the
two of us. Still need to figure out the car separately.
Ok, today, well, it didn't start out good. Just as we were doing the
last minute packing to move on, I looked at my newly installed rear
tire and noticed that the bead line was bulging in one spot, and on
the other side of the tire you couldn't even see the line, it was
under the rim... WTF... Honey! I have to go back to Suzuki! So, went
back, showed them the tire wasn't mounted right, so they proceed to
try and fix it. Their idea was to deflate the tire and inflate it,
while it was still on the bike... Then the boss comes over and asks
about the fact that it's a Shinko tire, and wants to say the tire is
bad. After a couple tries, I tell them you need remove the tire to
break the bead on both sides and then reinflate it to seat it right.
They agree, do it, and it looks much better. Aside from the fact
that they used grease to mount the tire... WTF2... so now there's
grease all on the sides and even on the tread area. I ask them if
they have brake cleaner to clean off the grease, he comes out with a
can of brake fluid... WTF3... NO! I get a can out of my pannier, and
proceed to clean the grease off the tire. Two hours later, it's
ready to go. The sales guy says the manager wants me to pay for the
mounting... WTF4... No! The tire wasn't installed right, why should
I have to pay you for doing it right. And it's still not right
because you used grease! Not happening. I tell the guy I'm leaving
and get on my bike and go.
Ok, fine, we're on the road, it's all going good. On the way to
Santiago Atitlan on the south side of the lake. I suggested we take
the East side of the lake. It was further, but the roads were
better. Honey says let's do the shorter route, which has two miles
of a dust and rock road. Well, ok. And by the way, except for that
two mile stretch and another one mile of dust and rock, this is a
really nice road. Same one I took last year. The view when you crest
into the Lake Atitlan valley is just breathtaking, brought tears to
This is just a little past San Pedro La Laguna, there the trailhead
starts for Volcan San Pedro.
Had another 40 minutes to go... 12 miles, 40 minutes... that two
miles of dust and rock really slows you down. I thought the road was
bad last year... holy crap... Rocks and boulders sticking up, big
dips, inches of dust, wavy sections. I stopped on a flat spot to
snap a couple.
Here's honey bringing up the rear!
I have to say, she's becoming quite the driver. She handled the
worst stuff really well. Knew how to pick her line, took it slow.
Me, I worked up a serious sweat. Both ends of the bike sliding in
the dust and bouncing over the rocks. Came to one spot where a car
was stuck in the road, didn't have four wheel drive, the front wheel
was dug into the dust. Luckily just enough room for honey's car to
And we made it to town, then one of the roads appeared to be
blocked, so we tried to find another way around. Wow, I've never
seen roads that narrow. Some of the streets looked more like
hallways in your house. I'm like, is the car even going to fit. At
one point she's coming down a hill, and another car is going up, and
there's now way. Then cars and tuk-tuks start piling up. They worked
it out. But after 15 minutes of going down these narrow streets we
end up back where we started...
We found our place for the night.
I look down at my rear tire is half flat, pressure is down to 20
psi. WTF5... so either it got a puncture going over the sharp rocks
on that gravel road, or, more likely, Suzuki screwed it up, pinched
the tube and put a slow leak in it. I pumped it up, and we'll see
what it looks like tomorrow morning. I'm betting it will be flat. I
contacted that Suzuki dealer in Quetzaltenango, talked to my sales
guy, he talks to the boss. Boss says, the mechanic did his job,
they're not going to do anything to replace my tube, remount or
anything. I plan on calling Suzuki Corporate tomorrow and see if
they will help me in the next town. In the mean time, I'll have to
patch it... AND clean the grease of the tire while I'm at it...
The incompetence just pissed me off, but I suppose if this is the
worst thing that happens on this trip, I'll be ok. I just hope they
knew what they were doing when they installed the new clutch plates,
and didn't screw that up. Knock on wood it feels good so far.
But, not a bad view from the back yard of the the place we're
staying at! Tomorrow I'll get my tire sorted, hopefully, relax for
the rest of the day and take a walk around town, and then probably
go climb that Volcano the next day.
So, I pumped up the rear tire last night, this morning it was down
10 psi. So, took it off. Turns out that they didn't use the new
inner tube I gave them. The tube in there was old and the base of
the valve stem was rusty. So, it was either my old one, or some
other old one. And sure enough I found a small hole and witness
marks showing that the tube had been pinched during installation.
So, they basically stole from me, lied, and endangered me. All I
know for sure is that they changed my oil because it's clear in the
window. The manager at the place basically says tough luck. I'm
contacting Suzuki Corp tomorrow and telling them what happened, to
see what they can do for me. You would think that Corp would have a
better handle on what their people are doing and that they would
stand by their customers. Guess we'll see.
Ok, today, other than sending an email to Suzuki headquarters for
Guatemala, went out, took a walk through town, looked for a
trailhead (going hiking tomorrow), and generally was awed by how
amazing Santiago Atitlan is...
Oh, and we got schooled on how to make tortillas. The other day we
bought some corn kernels at the market. The hosts cooked them for us
in ash and lime water, cause that's how it's done (it helps to break
down the corn and allows the body to digest and get more nutrients
out of it) then honey took them to the grinding place a couple doors
down, and had them ground into masa (kind of corn paste). You mix
with some water, work it, and you have dough for tortillas. Host
walked in and saw us working, he takes the pan away and comes back
with it coated white. Lime paste. You warm that up and it becomes
sort of a non-stick coating. Then his wife came in saw how we were
abusing the masa, making thick oddly shaped tortillas, takes some
masa, rolls it into a ball, and starts slapping it between her
hands. I should have taken a slow motion video. Her hands are moving
fast, and the dough is sort of hovering between them. At the same
time she's turning it and slapping it, and holding it with the
fingers of her one hand, and it just becomes round and thin. We
asked her to slow down, so we could understand the action, but she
can't, it's a dynamic process that only works at speed. Talk about
art and skill.
Anyway, down by the shore...
This is the first street off the shore, basically gardens on both
sides, everything from cabbage to bananas...
Other streets around town... yeah, some are really narrow!
This is actually at Hotel Tiosh Abaj. Rooms are $88/night... not
that we're staying there... but they let us walk around the grounds,
hoping to get our business some other day. It's huge. Even has a
helipad for those quick helicopter trips from Guatemala City!
Someone has money...
They have a fish shaped pool, with a net... and a huge restaurant
right next to it.
Water bar and restaurant too... not in use...
Like mother like daughter... All the women wear traditional
wraparound skirts, belt, and blouse... though people speak Spanish,
they speak a dialect of Mayan to each other...
Libertat! It's alive!... No thanks to that Suzuki dealer...
Back at our place... it has charm... $13/night! Hostel
A view point a few miles out of town... The views are just crazy...
Yesterday, went Volcano hiking... Vulcan Toliman. We were debating
whether to get a guide or not. We went to see if we could find the
trails ourselves. We found Vulcan Atitlan, but not Toliman. Finally
decided it would be a good idea. The trail starts at the edge of
town, but it splits multiple times while going up, and nothing is
marked... So, our host recommended a certified tour guide, we bit
the bullet, and negotiated down to $39 to guide us up Toliman...
Some guys were charging twice that.
8:00 am we started with a tuk-tuk ride to the edge of town.
And not a few hundred feed into the hike you see this; garbage
everywhere. Apparently this is how people avoid paying to take the
trash to the dump. And not only is it in the beginning, but some
people drag bags of garbage up the mountain just to dump it...
The next big part of the hike is basically corn fields. Most of the
volcano is privately owned by farmers, and they literally walk
thousands of feed up just to tend to corn, coffee, and other crops.
So, you're climbing while going through corn fields. No water
sources up there, so the corn is pretty short until rainy season
comes and then it shoots up.
What isn't corn fields is pretty thick and hard to see through.
The other thing that the farmers do is go up the mountain, chop wood
and bring it back down. These guys were going up and down the hills
at twice our rate, with huge packs of wood on their backs. Some of
they were literally jogging... running the volcano with a pack of
wood on their back... just crazy. While I was huffing and puffing.
Our guide would occasionally talk to some of the farmers in their
native language. Everyone was real friendly and I think as
interested in us as we were in them.
The views are pretty nice while in the fields
But soon you're in the weed... and there's lot of these things...
makeshift stairs... I have no idea how many of these there are, but
as you get to the top there's more and more and it gets steeper.
Some interesting foliage along the way... and lots of stairs!
And the coffee...
And and over five hours later, and about half hour from the top, I
was done. My rest times started far exceeding my hike times, my legs
were barely cooperating, so I sat my ass down and had lunch. Honey
and the guide continued and made it to the top, but it was all
cloudy so nothing to see. Bummer. I made another attempt; found my
self a tree branch to use as a staff to try and help the legs along.
Made it a bit further, but that's all she wrote.
By the time we got down, three hours later, I was just beat. I have
some knew issues, especially coming down hill, so I was walking
sideways over the steps and boulders to minimize the pain. Slow and
Feeling a bit better today.
The good news is I called my credit card company to contest my bill
from that worthless Suzuki shop and the credit card company will
credit me. I may have to supply photos, and copies of the WhatsApp
conversation I was having with the sales guy there, etc... We'll see
if it comes to that. In the meantime we've just reached our
destination for a couple nights. There's a few bike shops around
here, I'll see if I can find one that will sell me an inner tube and
maybe install it (WHILE I WATCH!). If not, I'll have to install it
myself. The clutch, I'm guessing they didn't replace, so now i'm
just babying it until i can get somewhere to look at it and see if
the plates are new or not.
Yesterday, the road to Antigua Guatemala / Jocotenango.
Parting shots of the Lake Atitlan area going East.
In the picture below, you see the two people walking on the road?
That's an older guy carrying a huge load of wood on his back and a
lady with a baby. How far they had to go I don't know. But I could
carry that load about 50 ft... These people and their physical
ability are just amazing.
Another thing about this picture... I'm not wearing gloves.. Doh!...
We were miles away before I realized it... @#%#$#^#$ Brand new
Yeah, the chicken buses... they're everywhere...
After a while, we got split up at a fork. My GPS is saying right,
hers left. We finally settled on left. Nice twisty road either way,
but we took what seemed like the faster route. It ended up having a
bridge out, but no big deal, maybe a foot of water. I guess the
water bottle on the stick is the warning sign.
We got split up again when I stayed on a main highway that wasn't on
the map and honey took an exit. The GPS took her to what should have
been two roads to get into the neighborhood we had to go to, but
there were no roads. We ended up in the same spot passing each other
up. Then some more fire drills trying to find the place. The actual
location was spot on but the GPS routing was just awful... First
Finally found it. The address was wrong... I'm almost getting used
to it. But at the end of the day when you're ready to just settle
down, it can be really annoying. I've learned never to trust the
initial location given, I always ask, are these the correct
directions to your house, I usually get something different. In this
case we would have been across town. Whine! Whine! Whine!
Anyway, when the gates parted and we pulled in... had to put some
grease on the side of the car to get in the gate... it was a very
nice place. The host couple is very friendly and helpful. And
there's some kind of tropical birds squawk in the trees. Nice.
$13/night. Can't beat that for full accommodations.
Made a friend soon as we got there.
The view could use a little cleaning up.
We liked it so much we stayed another night. Today we did some
running around. Host gave me a tip on a place called Motodo,
actually two locations about two blocks apart. One sells parts and
accessories, and the other does mechanical work and sells motos.
Bought a new inner tube there and had them install it. Tube about $7
and install $2.60...riding on a new unpinched tube... priceless... I
gave the kid a tip, cause he did a really nice job. Really
conscientious... But get this, they don't balance tires. I asked
them if I could buy weights, he says I'd have to go to Guatemala
City. So, balanced it myself by pulling the sticky back weights off
and reusing them. Put the tire on the axle, put the chain tension
adjusters on, put that on the two panniers about 6" apart and spin.
Works like a charm.
I had stuffed a 21" tube in there the previous day because, that's
all I had and the crap old one Suzuki put in and pinched was no
good. Figured I could just use my 21" again, but the day of riding
on it ruined it. The spot in the tube where it was crunched up, it
was rubbing together and actually started cracking. Would not have
lasted much longer, but got me though the day. It was good to have
that sorted out.
Yesterday we also spent some time in the park talking to some folks
trying to do good. They pull dogs off the street and find new homes
for them in other countries.
Well, today was quite the day. First we said goodbye to our hosts in
Jocotenango and made our way to Culiapa, one hour from the El
In the first hour we went 14 miles... narrow twisting road full of
slow trucks... massive downhill... I was in first gear and couldn't
engine brake because we were going too slow. Next thing I know my
front break is toast. It overheated and I had zero break pressure.
In 30+ years or riding I've never had a brake fade. Rear was still
working so pulled over into the first side street and let my brake
cool off, when the pressure came back we went on our way... first
stop.. buy some break fluid to bleed the fried stuff off.
We pulled up in Caliapa for the night and asked around. First place
we went to charged double for two people, which was
ridiculous. So honey tried a couple other places while I sat
with the car and bike. Those were not appealing. We were
really tired at this point. The first place supposedly had
rooms up on the hill just above where we were, so got on the bike
and went to see. Didn't find anything, but there was a
restaurant and bar up there. I thought they were part of the
hotel, but no. The lady points across town, up on a hill, and
shows me a big yellow hotel. So, I get out my phone GPS, point
it in that direction, pick the furthest street and mark
it. Back down to honey to tell her that plan (get close and
ask around). She was kind of done, but what else can we
do? I got, she follows me, we end up going through town, have
to go around a closed street, end up on a narrow uphill road, I
can't see the hotel. I start talking to a guy working there, honey
is getting fried, she needs to turn around but she's just
beat. Finally using the translator and my Google maps, he
shows me where the hotel is. Only a few blocks away. I
start going, honey starts to follow me, but she stops because we get
to a very ryough beat up, unpaved road. I go ahead, find the
hotel, come back, tell her it's just up the road. We get
there, and honey has a meltdown; just curls up in her seat, and
cries. I just let her be. She pulled herself together,
we got ourselves situated, and things were better. Colonial
Hotel, $22/night... it will do... I thought the hotel was brand new,
it does look new, and most of the rooms are not completed yet, but
actually it's three years old. Nice place though. Up on the hill.
Got ourselves situated, made some reservations at a place in El
Salvador. Couple minutes later I get a message from the place...
just want to let you know, the country is on lockdown... only
citizens and residents can enter El Salvador. They have no Corona
Virus there, but apparently Guatemala, Honduras do, and Panama had
their first deaths. The sky is falling!!! I've been following the
news and it's just ridiculous. 200+people a day die because of
medical errors, I don't see anyone shutting down the hospitals...
Anyway, not sure what we'll do. Going to stay here an extra day and
think it through. I already put a deposit down on getting from
Panama to Colombia, so most likely we'll go through Honduras
(they're just screening people) to continue and and we'll have to
miss El Salvador. Or maybe we'll just stay in Guatemala...
Bled my brakes this morning. Yeah, the fluid was a bit on the dark
side. The brakes feel much better. And, the engine is running really
nice; smoother... Maybe I got some good gas!
Decided to move on. We're now near Aqua Blanca. Nothing too
interesting along the way. Mostly narrow two lane of varying
An hour from the El Salvador border, but can't go there! So close,
yet so far away. Instead, going to head for the first border
crossing into Honduras. Their borders are still open.
We kind of lucked out in Aqua Blanca, arrived here with no advance
plan and found a decent hotel/bar/ah... disco, apparently... They've
been blasting music, I mean blasting!, all day, flashing lights, DJ,
dance floor... and four pools! We came for the pools... $19/night.
Three of the pools below. The fourth one is bigger than all three of
these put together. Cold water felt really good after the heat of
So, apparently Guatemala has it's first case of Corona Virus. As
we're sitting near the lobby/restaurant we hear a song... about
Corona Virus... they played it a bunch of times. Apparently there's
a lot of that going on around the world; people are writing and
singing songs about the Virus. I read that Italians are hanging out
their windows singing into the streets.
Anyway, after taking a swim, honey and I are sitting in a swing, sun
shining, breeze blowing, Virus song playing... Yup, that's life. Now
we really don't know where we'll end up. And we don't care. Plans
are flexible, life is good... There's a volcano/lake about 10
minutes from here, so tomorrow we'll check it out before we head for