Just wanted to share a story about
the adventures of traveling through Central America. Tuesday afternoon, Travel
Buddy and I set off on our journey from Antigua (again) to a village on Lake
Atitlan called San Pedro. It should be about a 5 hour bus ride. San Pedro is
the last stop of many villages on the lake for the bus driver, and as we
approached, there was obviously some situation causing a traffic issue.
Keep in mind,
the inhabitants of this bus were as follows: two fellows from Spain who spoke very
little English; 5 guys from England who spoke literally zero Spanish (one of
which had a broken foot), and David and me. The Spanish guys helped for a few
minutes, then disappeared. David and I struggled for a while to figure out
what was happening/translate, and basically figured out that we were going to
have to walk (bags and all) up a small mountain from San Juan to San Pedro. So,
we collected our things (and the crippled guy), and set off on our journey.
Turns out there
was an argument between the tuk tuk drivers in the two villages, during which one
set of drivers got angry and decided to make their own road block. It consisted
of wood and burning tires. (A tuk tuk is a miniature form of public
transportation). Basically, we walked to San Pedro, found a tuk tuk, had them
take us to the school, and everything worked out.
That is how 7
hours, some broken translations, one killer hike, a road block, and a tuk tuk ride
later, these two exhausted gringos finally made our way into San Pedro. It was worth it
though, because this is where I studied with my teacher today:
hey
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