Lake transport with Rachel, Mike and Lisa aboard (photo by Lisa Braden)

San Pedro has two docks, one at each end of town, where boats service the surrounding lake towns. I´m heading to Panajachel this morning, and declined a launcha that stops at all the towns in favor of a direct that takes 20 minutes. And then realized I´d have to wait 45 for the direct. Tough break, because now I have to sit in the sun at the dock, have a coffee, and do some blog catch up.

Panajachel market

The ride across the lake is incredible. The water is as smooth as glass, the sky has clouds breaking the monotony of a breathtaking blue. I sit in the front and just enjoy it. Panajachel is the town on  Lake Atitlan closest to Guatemala City, the gateway to this little part of the world. It´s a market town, catering to aid workers and tourists. After a short walk it becomes apparent that all the stores carry similar items, and that I will be approached every 30 seconds by an old woman or young boy selling something truly amazing, absolutely incredible, and for a good price for you, señora. After an hour of this I was fried. I had gone over to find shoes that I could use for my salsa lessons, since I was endangering myself and every dancing partner with my hiking boots, which are heavy and do not slide well. Also, four short-sleeve shirts are not enough for seven weeks. It works in theory, yes, but it´s been two weeks now and I find I’m still a little too attached to variety in my clothing.

Typical café

It took about half an hour to figure out how to get home. I was thinking to myself what I´d like to do in the afternoon, and realized that all of my organs have been in the same position for my entire life. Time to shake things up! So I got in a boat back to San Pedro, the direct, and it turns out that the captain has fantasies of being a speed boat racer. The lake gets rough every afternoon, and when you combine waves with speed, our little boat flew out of the lake and back down, with a smash, every 45 seconds. Like hard enough that if it happened in your car you´d head over to the hospital to make sure everything was okay. For half an hour.

Cobblestone streets. Of death. (photo by Lisa Braden)

After docking in San Pedro, I decided that my internal re-organ-ization was not yet complete. Being a total lazy-ass, I took a tuk tuk to my side of town. Another 10-minute ride over cobblestone streets rife with ditches. It´s a feeling like no other, and I suggest you live vicariously regarding this experience rather than trying it yourself. Definitely a fun-one-time adventure.

Tonight I´m going to study a bit and get used to where my lungs are now. Good news is that my head and heart are really close together.

About ThesePartsUnknown

I write, I travel, I make art.
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2 Responses to ReOrganization

  1. Misty says:

    Sounds like a rough ride! But makes for a great story.

    Salsa lessons, eh? Brave girl. You might need to get a pretty red dress!

    Hope you’re having a blast!

  2. Enjoying your blog…how about some pictures?

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