The Toad and Tikal

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Apple takes out her beloved red delicious and sparks a flame.

Inhaling slowly, letting the smoke dance through her lip rings, she pulls and pulls and pulls until she can pull no more. With a cough and a giggle she exhales as we pass the famous Kapok tree a few meters inside Tikal.

The gnarled face of Whistler perks up into a smile as he points far into the canopy, yells “monkey!”,  and then wails out a strange jingle from a small flute that dangles from his neck.

The monkey ignores. Apple laughs. Continue reading

Semuc Champey and the Carbonated Deity

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GETTING THERE

The sinuous road is like a cement river flowing around the rocky hips of this great mountain. Moments after throwing my unwieldy bag atop and squeezing into shuttle bus, the hefty driver careens about with a type of heedless abandon that could make Richard Dawkins turn religious — oh God, please don’t crash!

This abandon is far too heedful for the camioneta drivers who lunge their school buses full of dead technology and alive people around the narrow curves — no wonder crosses grace the interior. Continue reading

Toads and Tikal

Apple takes out her beloved red delicious and sparks a flame. Inhaling slowly, letting the smoke dance through her lip rings, she pulls and pulls until it’s too much and exhales with a cough and a giggle as we pass the famous Kopak tree a a few meters inside Tikal.

The scarred face of Whistler perks up into a smile as he points far in to the canopy and yells “monkey!” He wails out a strange jingle from a small flute that dangles from his neck.

The monkey ignores. Apple laughs. Continue reading

Four Uncommon Things To Do In Xela, Guatemala

#1: GO TO THE GYM

 

You know the feeling.

Seven straight days of drinking unmarked cheap liquor and you start to think “Well…I kind of feel a little unhealthy.” Quickly you order a cerveza to drown out that pesky little feeling but, for some reason, it seems to come back.

“Alright feeling” you say to yourself, “I’ll work you out of me.”

Time to hit the gym, aka: work out. Continue reading

Four Dispatches From Lake Atitlan, Guatemala

DISPATCH #1

 

Stumbling down a stone-work pathway beneath a dangling canopy of tropical flowers to a tiny stool on a clean floor in a quiet café. Buenos Dias San Pedro La Laguna.

The lake water at dawn is calmer than a stoned cat and the volcano siblings (San Pedro, Tolimán, and Atitlán) sit in the distance with a type of motionless serenity that only comes when you live to be a few thousand years old. Continue reading