Is that not beautiful? I’m no photographer and the tuk-tuk was moving on down the road but even with those handicaps, even a quick snap shot shows why Lake Atitlan is known by the Mayans as the place where the rainbow gets its colors”. Oh yeah, in my last post I was in excruitating pain [...]
Is that not beautiful? I’m no photographer and the tuk-tuk was moving on down the road but even with those handicaps, even a quick snap shot shows why Lake Atitlan is known by the Mayans as the place where the rainbow gets its colors”.
Oh yeah, in my last post I was in excruitating pain in Little Rock and now I flying down the road in a tuk-tuk in Guatemala so I guess I’ve got some catching up to do so here goes… Flashback to Little Rock:
There I am, sitting in one of those slippery plastic chairs they put in airport waiting rooms. I used to think someone somewhere had made a terrible mistake when they designed those thing. Now I realize they were built that way deliberately. When you finally get out of it and on the plane, the comparison between the plastic chair and the seat in the plane makes you forget how horrible the plane seat actually is.
Anyway, the plane loads on time. By 5:45AM when the plane is supposed to take off everyone is on board and we are ready to go – we think. The plane backs up from the loading ramp and then stops.
Did I mention there is about three inches of snow and ice on the wings? Well, there is. So the pilot announces about about a ten minute delay to allow for de-iceing. So… an hour later, the plane is finally de-iced and we take off.
We hit the ground in Atlanta an hour late. My plane for Guatemala has already been boarding for ten minutes, then I find out it is about a mile run from where I am so I start running – at least as best I can with my loaded pack and my un-ibuprfened and un-coffeed body. I make it just before they close the door. But I do make it. 🙂
Unfortunately, for some unexplained reason, that plane sits there for another 45 minutes past take-off time which puts us into Guatemala City about an hour late. I grab a shuttle to Antiqua ($10 and about an hour and a half) then another shuttle to Pana ($15 and another three hours). This puts us into Pana just minutes before the last launcha leaves for San Marcos at 7:30PM. But I make it. 🙂
The trip across the lake is gorgeous. It is dark but the sky is clear. The stars are bright and shining. The lake is fairly smooth. I can see the lights from all the little cities around the lake. The volcanoes and mountains loom on the shores. In San Marcos I get a nice room of $10 and lay my tired, aching body down. Tomorrow will be a beautiful day. And I will tell you about it later.