We took a two hour drive from San Cristobal to get to the chaotic insane small border of Guatemala, after spending four months in Mexico. The border town was wacky and swamped with vendors leaving us barely enough room to squeeze The Globe Trol through. It it two days to get to Lake Atitlan. Our midway stop along the highway was at a fancy hotel’s gravel parking lot for the night. In the morning I watched their gardener mow the entire site with a weed wacker for hours.
I read ahead and told Christian that the road down to our next campground in San Marcos, Lake Atitilan might be narrow, steep and in complete shit condition. So we decided right before it goes to shit we will take the scooter down and drive them seperately. I was more than nervous to drive the van-haus so I opted for the scooter. OH MY LORD! Driving the scooter down a mountain covered in trees, surrounded by Volcanoes heading towards a lake…was phenomenal to say the least. On top of that I was manuevering around pot holes a foot-two feet deep some the size a small car could fit into. Total breeze on the skoot-skoot. An hour later we make it to a sleepy little town called San Marcos and head just outside the square down some “road” of holes and gravel to a incredible campsite with an even better view. The owner of the grounds Pierre sells steak, prawns and a great priced wine. Sweet we never have to leave. The next afternoon we hopped on a water taxi and shimmied off to another little hippie town called San Pedro that you could tell had been overran with gringos. Ah whatever lets buy some souvenoirs and grab a drink on a deck. It rained everyday we were there and we could just barely see the volcanoes that surrounded the lake. After a few hours we hopped back on the water taxi and rushed to take shelter when the storm came in. The storm was here for the night so we grabbed a bottle of wine, sat under the awning and binged watched on some Game of Thrones. After three more days of dodging the rain we were ready to head to Antigua and finally meet up with Lori, eight years waiting to visit her here.