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Largo de Atitlan, took my breath away in more ways than I expected. With a gang of backpackers from Luna Azul, we kayaked through hell to reach San Marcos, destination 30ft cliff. The boys jumped no problems, but being the sucker for punishment that I am, I waited and waited until a jump was forced by countdown. All was well until I hit the water, 30ft down, arse first. I couldn’t feel my legs for a few minutes, and now have the most awesome bruises ever. Thanks ´Haps´ for the encouragement!


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On the way up, I came across a band of kids who were on their way to cut maize and watermelon. Needless to say, I was scared for my life when this little Javier caught me off guard with his weapon of mass destruction. The town of Todos Santos was fascinating. Here in the 80s, the guerillas seized the village to gain territory from the government. In a gesture of government prowess, over 3000 villagers were murdered. And yet the people of Todos Santos were some of the friendliest and welcoming faces I have seen. It is truely amazing what the human spirit can defeat with a simple smile.


In the sticks. I caught microbuses and crossed half of Guatemala in 10 hours. Some of the locals, Carolina and her brothers, with piercing eyes, drop offs and pick ups in the middle of nowhere.

Leaving the jungle and bound for the highlands, our first of many obstacles was a flooded road at sunset. I was not complaining though.


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Andres, the longest legs in Guatemala, was fortunate enough to be given the shortest horse in all of the land, ´frijole´ or bean. Had he not gone crazy on the local Gallo beer and been seduced by the Gallo Girls in lycra the night before, he may not have agreed to two painful days in the rain in the jungle. This is a long story. Dont trust any Henrys or their deals that no es problemo, and then finding out everything is no es possible!