The Wormlips Scrapbook

Wonder of wonders: Santa appears to have dropped by during the night. For years my mother has threatened to stop sending me stocking stuffers. The nerve. Here I am, a mere child, and she wants to deprive me of such joy. But bless her great big heart: once again she came through for me this [...]

Here’s a little map I drew that shows the lake and where we went. After breakfast (M ordered The Gringo) we wandered down to the dock to wait for the lancha publica to take us to Panajachel. It arrived so jammed with passengers that it took concerted human repackaging to get us all to fit. [...]

After a lazy morning, we rented kayaks which were unlike any I’ve encountered before. Made of thin plastic with little round, keel-less bellies, they didn’t cut through the water so much as flit across the surface driven by invisible forces. My attempts to steer prompted bouts of swearing; things were better when I just bobbed [...]