The carreteras sinuosas en-route to Panajachél were nothing as compared to the small road we took through the highlands around the lake, with the relentless procession of curvas peligrosas and jagged potholes. The guard rails had seen some serious action. Our driver looked agonized as we scraped and nearly high-centered our way down toward San Marcos La Laguna. He noted that the road looked like the surface of la luna. But I’m ahead of myself. […]
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