So it wasn't dehydration that was making me feel ill. I was some form of GI bug that did a number on my system. We got on the bus to go back to Antigua, but about 15 minutes into the ride I had to get the driver to pull over next to a corn field so I could evacuate... everything. Luckily we found a tuk tuk to take us back to Panajachel, where we got a hotel and I could continue evacuating in a bathroom. Unfortunately, a couple hours after I got sick, my Aunt got equally sick and we took turns in the bathroom. Miserable. Luckily I had some cipro(flaxin) that we took and I felt a bit better later that night. We spent all of yesterday laying in bed, but eventually got up for dinner, and I had a delicious steak for five dollars. Generally intestinal parasites are an excellent diet strategy, but I recommend not having intestinal parasites in corn fields. I also think bulemia is a more pleasant diet strategy. Also eating less food works.
I've been trying to figure out where we would have picked up the illness, and I'm thinking they may have made the orange juice that morning with local water. Now the chinese might say:"water is origin of life saving on water" (I saw a sign in china that said that), but I would say, be careful of water because it may be a deadly hazard to your dignity.
So I hate christmas music. I thought I would escape shitty christmas music here in guatemala, but the only difference here is that the same songs are sung in spanish. I wish Jesus hadn't ruined november and december for me. I bet no one sings gay-ass christmas songs about Buddha.
So, I forgot to discuss my experience with prostitutes the first day in Guatemala city. Now, for those of you who have read my previous literary contributions from Cambodia, you will remember that I have developed a keen interest in prostitutes. I guess I just find it amazing when I see women that are interested in me. Anyway, me and my aunt were exploring Guatemala City, and we happended along a road near the railroad tracks with a whole bunch of doors right next to each other. I was unaware of the situation until scantily clad, dumpy looking women started yelling "¿quieres ir fucko!?" (do you want to fuck) at me. This was a bit embarrassing to be asked in front of my great aunt who's like 75. We moved onward... quickly, but I did get some photos. After seeing that miserable situation, I recommend that any women that read this not become prostitutes. But stripping is an honest profession and generates a substantial income.
To this post I have added several images for your viewing pleasure. They are in no particular order, but they include images from Guatemala city (red light district), Antigua (churches), and San Marcos (one of the towns along lake atitlan).
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