I arrived in Guatemala City with about four hours of sleep in 24 hours, grabbed my bags and walked out the airport doors to a wet humid humping your leg sort of humidity and a giant group of people waiting for arrivals. Completely foreign to the place I was in, lost, and alone, but as soon as I walked out of the airport I heard "Kyle!" and Rebecca - the volunteer coordinator - was waiting for me with a cab driver Donal. It sounded like a light house, comforting.
We ate some Pepion - traditional Guatemalan dinner - beef in a pumpkin seed marinade and made our way 2 hours west to San Juan Comalapa, or known as Comalapa to the locals. Crazy cab drivers, chicken buses from hell, horses, vacas, tuk tuks (three wheeled taxis a la Thailand), there are no emission tests in Guatemala, anthropocentric is a useful term here. Saw a kid kicking a cow. Saw a woman walking with a propane tank on her head.
Time to play Durak, so more to come and pictures. It's actually not raining right now, don't know if I'll be able to go to sleep without "chipa chipa" on the tin roof.
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