Panajachel, 09-02-1990. despite a bit of a hang-over, too much El Gallo last night, we both feel pretty good and agreed over a hearty breakfast, we are by now really getting into this trip. Leaving James alone at the breakfast bar - he is well on the El Gallo beer trip I believe, drinking away his hang-over from last night - I walk around the colorful streets of Panajachel. The streets are lined with indios from the surrounding villages, selling all sorts of home made souvenirs, caps, bracelets, mojilas, wallets and the like. Por mi Dios, these people - mostly women dressed in colorful local village garb - are everywhere and their wares are just as colorful as the clothes they wear. I'm not really sure if they make any real money, I mean there're hunderts
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