Sadly leaving our friends in Puerto, our onward route to Guatemala was taking us once again to San Cristobal de las Casas.
12 hours in the bus, by night.
We had already stopped by San Cristobal over a month back, while visiting the Chiapas. It was raining the first time so we were glad to come again and get a better feel of the city vibe! It is indeed a lively and colourful place.
Speaking of lively, we went looking for a live music place to spend the evening. It was Wednesday night, not the most happening day of the week, but we ended up in a place that advertised an open mic evening. We were there early and barely anyone was there. I borrowed a guitar hanging on the wall. Thatβs when a girl came up to me asking if I wanted to participate. As I was about to politely decline, I heard my self answer Β« sure, why not! Β»
I had no idea what I could play for them, so I went for my old french classics: Β« Ou va-t-on Β» by La Tordue. Which, as Rafa later suggested, turned out to be an appropriate parallel with our journey around the world!
Then, for the one day of rest we had between two loooong bus rides, we cleverly decided to visit the βnearbyβ canyon del Sumidero. The tour turned out to be 2 hours in a bus to get to the mirador overlooking the canyon, followed by 2 hours by bus to get down to the canyon, followed by 2 hours stuck in a boat that felt like a floating bus, followed by 2 hours by bus to get back to San Cristobal.
The canyon itself was certainly lovely, but i hate these kinds of tours; I donβt know why I keep falling for these traps
By then we were more than ready to go to bed and wake up at 6 for our next shuttle, taking us to Guatemala and the shores of lake AtitlΓ n.
After maybe 5 hours, the shuttle dropped us at the border and we walked into Guatemala. Stamping our passports went like a breathe and we waited a bit for the next shuttle that would take us to Panajachel.
Thatβs when things got a bit more complicated. Apparently the normal road was blocked by protesters and we had to make a detour through the mountains. So instead of reaching around 5pm, we reached past 10pm, after 16 hours of winding mountain roads in a shuttle bus.




























































































































