Blogs from San Marcos La Laguna, Western Highlands, Guatemala, Central America Caribbean

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Ah San Marcos! The adventure continued with the boat, and our suitcases on top it, and us fearing they would end up in the deepest lake in South America. They didn't, but we were all quite wet from the lake and rain when we arrived in San Marcos. Little did we know that worse is yet to come. Our accommodation was wonderfully authentic and unique. Our host Terry is an amazing woman. Her first question was whether we were there for the festival, a week-long event when all the locals descend on this village to celebrate, eat, drink, and be merry with lots of pyrotechnics. Which is when we realized the cause of very loud marimba music. But even louder was the sound of fireworks ricocheting against the mountain doubling the volume. But that's not all, ... read more
Our room
Open kitchen
Drying clothes


Arrived to Panadol (Panachel) we followed Claudio, he went already different time to Lake Atitlan and he knows where the boats depart for San Marco la Laguna. He’s going as well. 25 Quetzals to go on the other side of the lake, we had to get used to the new currency. 11 Queztal are 1 Pound, more less. 35min boat ride on a calm water to arrive to a little wooden pier where at night the water it looked to us similar to cement screed. There were guys ready to offer us tuk tuk type of transportation, they call it taxi, we skip that and continue following Claudio, he said that his hostel it’s just near our one. Literally 5 mins later walking Claudio indicate with his index finger a wooden gate, that’s your hostel. Daria, ... read more
Lake’s favourite transportation
Drums ceremony
Ready for the workshop


If you’re a Kiwi, chances are that you’re having a chuckle at the title of this blog entry! Being woken up by bedbug bites (again!) at 5am isn’t the most ideal way to start the day. Then on the first of four chicken buses that I had to catch to Lago de Atitlan, I realised that I had left my favourite headphones back at the hostel. Having taken them for a swim on Roatan Island however, they weren’t quite working properly anyway and luckily I have a spare pair, even if they are just shitty regulation iPhone issue. But a bad day got worse when getting on the second chicken bus in Chmimaltenango. Getting off the first bus, a dude comes racing up to me asking where I am going. “Pana”, I tell him. He then ... read more
Typical Dress
Parque Cerro Tzankujil
Streets Of San Marcos La Laguna


What a gorgeous morning! We woke to a rooster around 6am, which was just in time to catch the sunrise. Amy and I spent an hour or so on the dock checking out the surroundings. The water in the lake is pretty clear, far better than I expected - probably can see a depth of about 10 feet. The water is warm - especially compared to Lake Superior! This morning we cooked breakfast, and went to town. On the way we met a native Indian (India) who lived in Chicago as an architect for several years and has since moved to the area - he invited us for coffee. We told him we would join him on the way back if it was okay with him - he agreed and we continued on. In town we ... read more
Good morning Lake Atitlan!
Hanging with Raj
Raj welcomes us


San Marcos La Laguna is one of the smallest towns on the lakeside. Most of the buildings in the town are in dense rainforest and the place felt really isolated. San Marcos was really relaxed and friendly with lots of Gringo´s (foreigners). We found a place by the lake called Hostal de Lago. This hostel was really basic but the owners Brian and Sarah and the atmosphere of the place was great. In San Marcos we met lots of hippies and travellers all just chillaxin and watching the world go by. We wentto a place on our last night that was re-opening after several months of excavation of hundreds of tonnes of boulders that had destroyed the last cafe in a landslide in 2010.... read more


After a longer than expected chicken bus journey (a couple of hours and a couple more changes than expected.. it seems to be a pattern in Guatemala!) we finally arrived in Panachel, the largest settlement on Lago Atitlan. It had clouded up a bit and the views of the lake, which is huge and surrounded by volcanoes, were a bit non existent, but we hopped on a boat anyway that would take us to San Marcos, the village we had chosen to stay at. After being spoken to almost entirely in Spanish for a month and a half, it took us a bit by surprise when people came up to us at the dock with phrases such as "you need toilet, toilets are here" and "twenty five quetzals for the boat"! We were well and truely ... read more
More of the lake
Antigua
Antigua


My real reason for rushing back to Guatemala was the start of the Moon course in San Marcos La Laguna. Far more hippy and low-key than San Pedro, the lakeside lanes are home to crystal healers, massage therapists and herbal remedies as well as the locals selling fruit, veg and cake. The village is also home to a meditation and yoga centre called Las Pyramides; here I will make my home for a month and try to get to the bottom of who I really am. This is the objective of the Moon Course; to give you time, space and exercises designed to help you think about your own reality. It teaches you the techniques for lucid dreaming and meditation, stretches your body into balance and gives you the lowdown on sorting your chakras from your ... read more
Inside the pyramid...
Peace and love man..
Graduates of the moon course...


This day, Susan and I took a boat to San Marco looking for some peace and quiet with few gringos. San Marcos is supposed to be a place where you meditate and get massages. We found one of the oddest places I´ve ever been to! To get there, we took a boat from Panajachel. The ride was beautiful and relaxing. Many other Pueblos and mansions dot the coastline. When we arrived, two street urchins hijacked our luggage from the boat asking us where we want to go. Normally, we wouldn´t have accepted their services, but, hey, we were on vacation, and it became very apparent that we had no idea of how to get to the hotel we had picked out from the guide book. ´Aaculaax´we told them. ´Do you know where it is?´ ´Si´, they ... read more
My private rooftop balcony
Unusual window in my room made from recycled glass
View of Lake Atitlan from my room


Demonic Possessions We were about three-quarters the way to San Marcos, crossing Lago Atitlan in a little boat, when the vibrantly tattooed ex-pat ex-lawyer from Los Angeles told us, "Yeah, some indigenous were moving some church walls around and disturbed some bones, some men were touching them, messing around, and then they started getting sick. Like they have seizures and attack people, the other day I saw three huge men trying to hold down one skinny man who went wild. After the men, the families got sick and neighbors, now it's like an epidemic, people are going crazy. People believe souls are rebelling and leaving the bodies, so they go around the town with whips, whipping the souls, herding them like livestock back to the bodies. Every night they go by my house, whipping at my ... read more
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We have lift off! Tonight the big silence begins. Seven weeks of fasting, meditating and communicating only with my higher self. Bring it on! Wish me luck. I´ll be thinking of you (and food). Love Jen... read more




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