We arrived back in Antigua late on friday night, and following the advice of Josie who had been living in Antigua for 5 months checked into our hostel. Starving hungry we dumped our stuff and went out for dinner, following the advice of a girl in our dorm for where to go, which was to this really cool cafe which had live music and discussions (and beanbags). In an attempt to tighten the purse strings (a necessity after the markets) I ordered the cheapest thing on...

After a night in Antigua, we headed to Lake Atitlan, infamous for it´s beauty, for a couple of days to relax (not that the past couple of days hadn´t been a delight..), so back to the chicken buses we went. We shot down the road once more, overtaking every other form of vehicle, and flying over the bumps. While waiting to change buses, Mandy attempted ro use a toilet. Well toilet may be a bit of a stretch... Cess pit would suit better. She stepped into the room...

I find it ironic that the best way to summarise our epic 2 days of travelling is through the phrase which we found to be the most important... ¡No me tocas! (Or do not touch me!) We started our travelling innocently, deciding that because our days with Jason and Mandy (the mad Yanks) were numbered we´d hotfoot it up to Guatemala with them. We woke early, having lost about 3 stone throughout the night in water weight - it being a full dorm with no air circulati...