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campfire

After visiting the Quetzal Sanctuary, we search out a route over the hills towards Panajachel on Lake Atitlan, where I hope to find a box of parts awaiting for me in order to ease my bike’s woes. We leave the highway and climb into the hills on a narrow dirt road. After a couple of […]

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shades of green

The road from La Tinta to Tactic is a long hot, steep dusty affair. It is dusk when we reach the junction with the main highway between Coban and Guatemala City but it is only 15 kilometres to the Quetzal Sanctury and I am keen to press on. My bike has been struggling toothlessly since […]

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smile

Dentistry is big in Guatemala.

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up in the mountains

After Semuc Champey,  my next Guatemalan mission is to catch a glimpse of the Resplendant Quetzal, the country’s national bird at the Quetzal Sanctuary, a small patch of protected cloud forest near the city of Coban. Eschewing the paved option, Silke and I continue on the road that passes Semuc Champey and runs straight over […]

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heading for the hills

When I finally set off from Finca Ixobal, it is to meet with Silke, a German woman who is also touring solo, about 70 kilometres down the highway towards Rio Dulce. From there we intend to strike out on dirt roads over the mountains towards Semuc Champey, which is reputed to be one of the […]

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itty bitty dinosaurs

Recently I’ve discovered podcasts and one that I particularly like is Radiolab. According to their own website Radiolab is: …where sound illuminates ideas, and the boundaries blur between science, philosophy, and human experience. Big questions are investigated, tinkered with, and encouraged to grow… The style is something you will either love or loathe – personally, […]

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coconut

I find a coconut by the path on my way back from the laguna.

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finca ixobal

Finca Ixobal is like a little holiday from Guatemala within Guatemala: it is the antithesis to cultural and linguistic immersion in a small indigenous village and/or negotiating the Guatemalan public health services after a wild animal attack. I didn’t really realise that I needed a break but when I arrive at this place, merely a […]

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flores again

After three weeks of living in San Jose and speaking only Spanish, Flores seems like a bustling cosmopolitan place. As I cross the bridge on my way onto the island, I am hailed by Vinko and Collette, a young couple I met a few weeks ago leaving Flores on their cheap Mexican bikes. Their plans […]

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leaving san jose

I’m always leaving and so you’d think that I’d be good at it. But I’m not. It pains me considerably to rupture the friendships that are forming, despite themselves, with the people at Bio Itza. Reginaldo invites me to eat with him and his family on Friday night and then the following day Paula, the […]

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