You're not in Guatemala now are you Dr Ropata. Ahhh but I am and I've been waiting to say that all trip. Arrived late in the evening, walked the (empty) streets for an ATM. Found one and employed every paranoid trick in my book (beleive me I have a few, I keep a tinfoil helmet in my wardrobe "just in case"). Dodgy. Then a search for food. Nada. Exv ept for watching a shopkeeper chasing a rat with a stick. I think he got him, but the late night dairy across the road sounded better. Waking after a dinner of beer and doritos (corn chips) the place looks remarkably safer, vibrant and alive than it did last night. Soooooo what to do????? BEER! At the bar where that hero/ genocidal maniac Chev Guevara used to frequent.
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