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We jumped on the moving bus in the Antigua bus station in hopes that this bus was going directly to Panajachel! Just as we pulled out of the station, we were stopped right in front of a motionless man lying on the street with people and police all around. It looked like a pretty bad accident, especially for the man on the ground. So they put him on a stretcher and into the ambulance. That was our first time in Central America witnessing a scene like that.
We moved on after traffic cleared and made our way through the lovely local area of town. The outer homes of Antigua seemed very old and colonial. We enjoyed sticking our heads out of the windows appreciating the beautiful churches and scenery. Ten minutes later, we had to get off and transfer to another bus. In Nicaragua we were use to one bus taking us directly where we wanted to go. It seemed like the bus system in Guatemala was very different.
The bus dropped us off on the side of the highway. The bus assistant helped us get off the bus, but once we got off we had no idea where to go. This was normal for us. We asked locals how to get to Panajachel, blindly took their advice and jumped on a bus that seemed to be going the right direction.
Three hours later we were dropped off on the side of the freeway again. At this point we were both frustrated and confused as to where the heck we were. Once again we asked locals for advice and jumped on the next bus. ‘This is it,’ we thought, ‘If this isn’t the bus we don’t know what we are going to do.’ This bus was relatively nice compared to other chicken buses we’d been on. It had a massive flat screen television up front that played new dance music including one of our favorite DJs Steve Aoki.
We drove down a large mountain with very windy roads that made us both shift back and forth into the aisle of the crowded bus. As we entered a new village, which we now know as Sololá, we stared out of the window in awe.
There were hundreds of vendors selling everything in the huge outdoor market from chickens to fabric. We knew we had to be getting close. Once again, we had to get off the bus and on to another bus. This time the bus actually had Panajachel written on the front of it, signaling that its final destination was, in fact, Panajachel. We felt a sigh of relief recognizing that we were on the right track.
As we rode further down the mountain we noticed the beautiful jungle surroundings. Waterfalls were pouring down the cliffs of the mountains and on the other side was a massive gorgeous lake.
The fog provided a mysterious look to it and gave us great excitement the closer down we traveled.
All of a sudden we were told to get off the bus. We walked to an ice cream parlor that had a bench and table out front of it. I sat down with all of the luggage to look after it all while Jonathon went out on a search, once again, for our new home.