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Our view from the perfectly charming 'el Indigo' restaurant in Jaibalito - the most aesthetically pleasing building around Lake Artisan so far. https://www.instagram.com/p/B6_45SFHDYjMPwowJRisLlc_a6BNtzNTHCsEEQ0/?igshid=1doh4tb9kgt0y
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#7 Antigua & Lake Atitlán, Guatemala
Waving goodbye to Costa Rica was tough. Time had felt like it had been put on fast-forward. Guatemala, our next destination, had for so long sat on a distant horizon, yet with a screech and bump we were touching down in Guatemala City. With two weeks ahead of us, we knew we wouldn’t have the luxury of a lot of time, nor a car for added freedom, but we joined the backpacker trail ready and open for a new experience. The arrival into the country’s capital was a stark reminder of some of the safety concerns occurring in Central America’s most populous country. Security guards armed with pump action shotguns loomed in the shady doorways of shops and restaurants. It was a different feel to anything we’d experienced in Costa Rica, but that not to say it was all negative. The culture is rich, and you get a sense for it in an instance. Bold colours, traditional clothing, and grand old colonial buildings. The streets hum. Each corner overflows with steaming food vendors selling a range of culinary delights. Meshed into the mayhem are tell tale signs of a heavy alliance with the U.S. as we observed many a familiar logo dissecting through the bustling city. While the capital no doubt has many neighbourhoods worth exploring, pressed for time, we made our way on a direct path towards the town of Antigua for our first two nights.
The rip-roaring drive to our hostel, the Earth Lodge, lasted almost two hours. Once dropped off we stretched our legs and made our way down a long footpath towards the reception, as vehicle access to the door was impossible. It was one of the few places we’d pre-booked while being back in the UK, and for good reason. The lodge is part hostel and part avocado farm. It’s located in the mountains 6,000 feet above Antigua, and our room for the next two days was a tree house overlooking it all. If the views spanning across multiple volcanoes weren’t impressive enough, the place also boasts a number of amenities, from freshly cooked meals every evening, a new yoga studio, and an expansive open outside area with accompanying slack line, football goal, and sauna. What more could we need? We savoured a few cold brews to the sunset, before settling into some dinner time chat with fellow lodgers.
The view from the tree house was a memorable wake up call the next morning. Curtains have been purposely excluded from the room. However, appreciation soon became overshadowed by a wave of nausea for myself. What at first felt like a bad hangover soon materialised into something worse. We both knew getting sick was inevitable at some point during our trip, and here was round one. The day was a write off. Left bed bound for 24 hours, aside from getting up to be sick out of the tree house window on occasion. There are worse places to projectile vomit from I suppose. For Zoe, yoga was on the cards and a relaxed day in the fresh, open surroundings.
We departed the next morning regretting that we could not stay longer. We’re getting used to the coming and going nature of travelling, but this occasion felt particularly difficult. Our tight timings meant we couldn’t afford to stay another day. We instead made our way into Antigua town to catch a shuttle bus to Lake Atitlan. The lake was a destination high up on our priorities. Known for its tranquillity, spectacular sunrises, volcano hikes, and its characterful surrounding towns, there are endless things to do. We entered the largest town, and gateway to the lake, Panajachel, just before dusk. We squeezed through an entourage of locals who encircled our mini bus the moment it parked up. A bit of pre-visit research meant we knew to head straight to the pier and board a public boat, known as a lancha. Once the boat was filled, we parted ways to the nearby town of Santa Cruz, admiring the breathtaking views as we skipped along the glistening water.
Santa Cruz is one of the quieter Mayan towns on the island. It’s only accessible by boat and sits up on a steep hill away from the water. It’s home to only 3,000 or so inhabitants. It’s popular within backpacker circles due to one of the longest standing hostels on the lake, the La Iguana Perdida. Set up by a English woman who stumbled across the land when visiting to dive in the lake three decades ago, the hostel is now truly embedded into the lakeside and the local community. Exhausted from our journey, we took things easy on our first night, making friends with an American lady called Felicia, who gave us a ton of useful tips for van living in prep for our visit to the States.
We were keen to stroll to the neighbouring town of Jaibalito the next day. The path leading around the lake perimeter from Santa Cruz was not extensive. Every step was pleasant. The sight of the towering Atitlán & San Pedro volcanoes was ever present in the distance. We were accompanied on the trek by the hostel’s dog, Bolto, who led the way like our tour guide. Once we arrived into Jaibilito we bumped into a familiar face in Felicia who joined us for a spot of lunch. Bolto also came along and guarded our table. After a well spent afternoon, we spent the evening watching the clouds assemble in the distance. The day closed with a moody and powerful lightening show.
Our final full day on the lake was all about visiting more of the lakeside towns. Central to our itinerary was a lunch destination that sounded more like something you’d find on Lake Como than on a lake in the middle of Guatemala. El Artisano is a reservation only joint, and we teamed up with a few others from the hostel to book a table. The main draw was a cheese platter of twenty-odd different fromages made throughout Guatemala. All available at a fraction of the price you’d find back in Europe. Before heading straight to this mouth watering prospect, we first ventured to the town of San Marcos. The narrow path from the pier is covered in a flowery archway and the walls are adorned in street art. The village exudes a new age, artsy, hippy feel to it. It was a place we wish we’d stayed at. We settled on a coffee stop off, and wondered to an impressive hostel where we experienced the lakeside from new vantage point. The water at San Marcos is the cleanest on the lake, and we happily killed time watching a dog swim in circles chasing its owner.
The first stomach rumble of the day signalled it was time to move on for lunch. We flagged down a tuk tuk with a fellow Brit and rattled along the pot holed plagued road to the neighbouring town of San Juan. The meal lived up to all expectations. The selection of cheeses was remarkable and expertly listed by the head chef. We proceeded to work our way through the platter piece-by-piece like a board game, starting with mild creamier types, and snaking our way through to the stronger, more pungent stuff. We washed it down with few glasses of crisp South American wine, and left with that familiar fuzzy feeling that can only come from combining cheese and wine.
Our final stop off before heading home was the town of San Pedro. Known to be the liveliest towns on the lake. We arrived at a limbo time of 4 pm. Not too much was going on, so we roamed the quaint little streets and walked off our indulgent lunch before catching the last boat back. As we zipped along the laguna from San Pedro, we took in some final awe inspiring views in the late afternoon light, pinching ourselves that a place like this exists. The journey allowed us to get up close to some of the towering cliff faces, offering the opportunity snoop at the many impressive mansions nestled into the rock face. If you took a snapshot of such sights and asked someone to guess where it was in the world its doubtful anyone would guess Guatemala.
The lake never ceased to impress us throughout our time there. However, right now it’s facing many modern day problems that sound all to familiar. Since the 1950s, over population and growing tourism have placed a strain on the quality of the water. Levels of intoxicants are now at the worst in the lake’s history, and this is altering natural algae cycles, creating explosions in Cyanobacteria. In turn this is having a detrimental impact on the wellbeing of local indigenous communities who rely on the lake for food and drinking water. The lack of a water treatment center, since it was destroyed by hurricane Stan back in 2005 only exacerbates the issue. Awareness of such a merky reality is on the rise. Many local Mayan communities and long standing charities based around the basin are driving change at this critical period. A movement called Atitlán Sano is applying pressure and holding the ten municipalities to account for previous negligence. We can only hope that the combined efforts of such a movement succeed to preserve one of the most spectacular bodies of water in Central America.
We squeezed in one delicious Guatemalan coffee on our final morning, before listening out for the boat captain calls for “Pana Pana Pana!” Back at the lakes gateway, we boarded a bus back to Antigua. This time around we’d have a few days to explore the actual town with a bit more purpose. We also intended to use it as a hub to tackle a two day volcano hike in light of us not doing anything strenuous while being on the lake. Lake Atitlán was a dreamy introduction to Guatemala. We felt recharged and refreshed, ready for the road ahead.
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Atitlán
Lake Atitlán is a lake in the Guatemalan altiplanos about 2 hours east of Xela by bus well known for its iconic geography and diverse Mayan history and languages. It’s a popular tourist destination, as the stunning vistas and classic Guatemalan lakeside towns make for a relaxing getaway from some of the more polluted larger cities in Guatemala. There is an interesting mix of cultures around the lake, from traditional Mayan peoples wearing huipil and corte to a hippie culture that has flourished in recent years to the more tourist-centered guide companies and overpriced restaurants. It’s a site that can’t be missed if one is traveling to Guatemala.
This past weekend, I make the trek to Lake Atitlán from Xela by bus through winding mountain roads as we drop a few thousand feet of elevation to the volcano-ringed caldera that forms the lake. It’s a large group of 13 of us in the bus, having coordinated our trip with friends from multiple different programs in Xela. Five other girls on our program from UVA will also meet us at the lake, as they are working on a clean water initiative in a small town there. We’re on our way to San Pedro, a popular town on the west side of the lake that boasts a good blend of both tourist and more local cultures. I’ve decided to stay with 3 of my friends from Xela in a cheap hostel “Mr. Mullets”, which is popular among tourists but appears to have a good reputation for its social atmosphere.
The first day at the lake, Saturday, I spend largely relaxing with the folks from Xela. In the late morning, we make our way to another hostel, Zoola, which has a bar overlooking the lake and an open-air swimming pool. Why the pool? Sadly, Lake Atitlán has suffered from significant pollution over the last 20 years, and it’s not particularly safe to swim in with all of the waste and algae bloom that covers parts of the lake. It’s a beautiful location, but the pollution is a pragmatic reminder of the lack of infrastructure in Guatemala. And it’s a reminder that in America, we have the luxury to propose initiatives to save the environment; in Guatemala, the government has to pick and choose where it will spend its money. The environment may not be the highest priority.
The view from the pool at Zoola. Note the algae growth in the background on the lake.
After a couple of drinks around the pool, the group decides to jump spots and hop on a lancha (these are small motorboats that run between the towns on the lake for somewhere between Q15-Q25) across the lake to a small town called Jaibalito. The group tells me that over there, there’s a small hotel with an infinity pool, jacuzzi, poolside bar, and good view of the lake. While I’m not so fond of only drinking and lounging when traveling, I’m keen on relaxing and take the adventure in stride. Traveling is all about being flexible, and I’m optimistic something fun will happen across the lake.
And fun it is! The hotel in Jaibalito is a gem. The pool has a great view of the lake, and they make a killer basil mojito of which I have a couple. There’s also a small TV that one can see from the jacuzzi playing the Russia-Croatia World Cup game, so that’s where I elect to sit. In the jacuzzi, I meet a group of local girls traveling together, and before long we get to talking. Two are from Guatemala City, and one has come to the lake all the way from Costa Rica! I end up spending a while talking to one of the girls, Pamela, because I learn that she has recently earned her degree as a nutritionist, and I am curious to know more about her work here in Guatemala. I’m glad to have made some local friends, and before we have to leave a few hours later I make sure to exchange numbers.
After a bumpy lancha ride (the lake gets quite windy in the afternoon), I get back to Mr. Mullets around dinner time. Getting back to my room I find my roommate, Melu, lying down in bed not looking so well. It seems like she’s caught the stomach bug (pretty much a requisite of coming to Guatemala) of the “front-end” type, and she’s not feeling so well. I’ve got a little bit of medical knowledge, some Tylenol, and a big bottle of water so I take a minute to empathize with her and let her know it’ll likely be okay as long as she takes care of her fluid intake. It’s a brief moment, perhaps 5 minutes, where I’m reminded of some of the reasons why I went into medicine. It’s nothing big – just a snapshot of compassion where I’m able to reassure a fellow human being that they’ll most likely be okay, and that yes, it’s never fun to feel sick. In that common ground, we earn each other’s trust. I give her a hug, and she climbs back up to her bunk feeling a little better.
Just as I’m about to walk off to the shower with my towel in hand, another girl opens the door to our room. “Welcome to our room!” I exclaim, hoping to make another friend in the hostel. Megan is a tall, blonde girl with soft blue eyes and a happy face who looks to be traveling alone. We get to talking, and before long I’ve forgotten about that shower I was going to take. She’s American, from what I would consider to be the Pacific Northwest (Montana), and it turns out we’ve got lots in common. She’s at Lake Atitlán for a month to study Spanish and live with a host family, but this is her first day on her own and she’s at the hostel hoping to meet some new people. We end up talking for at least a couple of hours – she’s reading “The Handmaid’s Tale” by Margaret Atwood; we chat about my work at the hospital here; a little bit of her home life.
Before leaving for dinner with some of my program-mates I convince Megan to join me and my friend Erinn for a sunrise hike the next day at Indian Nose, a popular viewpoint of the lake where one can see seven of Guatemala’s 37 volcanoes lined up, including the infamous Volcán de Fuego which recently erupted sadly killing over 100 local Guatemalans. Melu looks to be a little too sick still to get up for the 0330 wake-up call, so I’m glad I’ll have another friend from the hostel joining me.
The next morning, as promised, Megan and I wake up at 0330 to make sure we’re at the tour company next door for our departure time at 0400. Indian Nose is a popular hike around San Pedro, so we pack in tightly with the rest of our group to one of the ubiquitous minibuses that form much of the local transportation in Guatemala. With our three guides sitting in front, we begin our short drive to the trailhead up through the potholed dirt roads of the pueblos in the hills above San Pedro.
At one of the city centers, a couple of armed policemen flag us down and hop aboard. ¿Quieren que les acompañemos? they question, asking if we’d like an escort. The guides acquiesce; unfortunately on many hikes in Guatemala, it’s safer for tourists to go with police escorts because robbers hide out on trails, knowing they can take advantage of relatively wealthy hikers walking with expensive cameras, cellphones, and other outdoor gear.
We arrive at the trailhead and begin a brief walk through the cornfields in the backyards of the small pueblo at the base of Indian Nose before arriving at a more established trail that winds through the mountainside. One of our guides, Jorge, teaches me about some of the fauna and flora surrounding us, including café bushes that extend down the hillside with their still-unripe green coffee beans as well as trees with mottled bark that he tells me are used to make the traditional Guatemalan marimbas. He pauses for a second on the trailhead, pointing out a couple of small herbs. Esta es la que te fortalece, he says, picking the leaves of one. Es como la marijuana, he continues with a hint of a smile. He wanders over to a different plant. Y esta, para el sueño. It’s good for sleep. The volcanic earth around Lake Atitlán is bountiful.
We wander on, catching our altitude-shortened breath every few steps, finding a series of small wooden ladders that lead us up the hillside. I won’t comment on their safety, but I do choose to use the knotted ropes that lie to the side of the latter to steady myself. After about 30 minutes, we crest the final hill to the mirador where we’ll watch the sun rise around 0530. There’s a small set of benches, and in the back is a shelter where our guides are heating up coffee in a large cast iron pot over a fire.
We grab a seat with some hot coffee and freshly-baked bread over one of the most spectacular vistas Guatemala has to offer, and I’m once again struck by the natural beauty of the country. The sunrise has only just begun, with the clouds flecked in a rose red that conjures to mind the lighting of a fire. In the foreground lies the volcano-ringed lake – including the massive Volcán San Pedro just off to our right.
Volcán San Pedro, right, and the town of San Pedro, front.
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Sunrise progression including timelapse. Not visible in the photos, but in person one could see Volcán de Fuego erupting in the background.
Photos of Megan and Erinn and me atop the mirador
After about a half an hour, it’s time to begin the trek back to town for a much-needed nap. But I’m glad we got up early; it’s always a good feeling when it’s 7am and you feel as if you’ve already accomplished so much with the day.
After a brief nap and delicious breakfast of eggs, bacon, and avocado toast (millenials, amirite?) I get together with Megan, another of our new roommates, Karen, and her friend Lise to go out and explore the lake for the day. I propose that we walk over to the hostel Zoola again to grab some drinks, as it turns out that my new local friend Pamela and her friends are coming to San Pedro for the day and want to meet us there. We end up hanging out by the pool for a little while, and while it’s only around 10:30 in the morning we figure it’s about time for a piña colada:
From Zoola, we manage to convince Pamela to join us for a quick trip on a lancha over to Santiago, and adjacent town on the lake, for lunch and to explore the Sunday market. Santiago is famous for this market, as it’s the largest one on the lake.
After a relatively nausea-inducing ride on the lancha towards Santiago (the lake gets quite windy and choppy during the afternoon), we are dropped right into the middle of a tranquil market that extends from the dock all the way up into the town of Santiago. Markets in Guatemala are diverse; vendors hawk wares anywhere from traditional handmade Guatemalan clothing to electronics to second-hand clothes. We walk up the hill towards town, ogling at the bountiful variety of colors, sounds, and smells.
Dried fish typical to a Guatemalan market.
After a couple of hours, we decide it’s time to head back to San Pedro to relax. We say goodbye to Pamela, who hops on a different lancha towards Panajachel to rejoin her friends across the lake. This time, the lancha ride is mercifully a little bit quicker and less choppy as the lake has cooled down a little bit.
From left to right, photo of me, Lise, and Karen on the lancha back from Santiago.
Typical street scene in San Pedro.
Back in San Pedro, we walk just a few short blocks to a small hotel named Mikaso, recommended to us by Pamela for its deck with jacuzzis overlooking the lake. When we arrive to the hotel, a sign clearly states that the jacuzzis are only for use by hotel guests, but you know the drill from when you were in high school or college. We waltz up the stairs to the roof deck with jacuzzis. In any case, we are hotel guests, perhaps just not at that particular hotel...
There on the deck at Mikaso, we spend at least a couple of hours relaxing in the sun, drinking cuba libres, and enjoying the warmth of the tubs. It’s rare that you find friends that you travel with this well, and even rarer to stumble upon so many experiences in a single day. Little did we know, there would be even more to come.
View from hotel Mikaso in San Pedro, Lago de Atitlán
Megan and Karen having some fun in the jacuzzi.
We cruise back to the hostel for a couple of happy hour drinks before heading out with a bigger group of friends to a restaurant named Clover recommended to me by one of the Spanish teachers at our school, Claudia. A departure from traditional Guatemalan fare, Clover offers Asian fusion food with dishes such as Thai green curry and spring rolls. It’s a solid meal for a good price, and we hang out in the garden with drinks for a couple of hours enjoying the ambience and the scenery of the lake.
After dinner, we decide to walk just a few blocks over to a carnival that we’ve learned is happening that night in San Pedro. We’re not exactly sure what the party entails, but we know from earlier in the day that a Ferris wheel is involved somehow, as we saw it being set up earlier in the day coming back from Santiago.
The carnival Ferris wheel.
A children’s ride at the carnival.
It’s dark out, but the carnival is full of lights and sounds. We walk past kids jumping on giant trampolines, arcades with old video game consoles (I would have paid good money to play some Metal Slug, but alas it wasn’t one of them) other, more improvised arcades set up with personal televisions and game consoles, foosball tables, more classic carnival gambling games such as airsoft target shooting, food vendors with fried foods...there is something for everyone.
A few minutes later, wandering down a narrow street packed on either side with games and vendors, we stumble upon what appears to be the Guatemalan version of a roulette table. The roulette wheel is adorned with Guatemalan playing cards in a circle, with different colored pins stuck at various intervals. Viene la rosa, la rosa, cien quetzales, la rosa viene, hollers the “dealer”, an energetic man in his 30s who appears to have much experience hosting the game as evidenced by his polished vernacular. Folks crowd around the table to place small bets of 1-2 quetzales on either colors or cards. Some cards, like the rosa, hold a value of 100 quetzales; winning on a color only returns a 5:1 value (there are 4 colors).
Playing the Guatemalan roulette game.
We play a couple of rounds, a highly enjoyable experience as the dealer amps up the drama by calling out cards and colors to lure people in to placing additional bets as the wheel spins. I end up losing a couple of quetzales, but Megan places a bet on the pajaro card and wins Q20! We decide to quit while we’re ahead, and wander off to the rest of the carnival.
Only a few paces later, we stumble upon the same rickety Ferris wheel that we saw earlier in the day. A handwritten sign scrawled in Sharpie states the price: Q5/2 people, about 75 cents. Megan graciously offers to pay for us with her winnings, and we hop on.
This isn’t like your typical Ferris wheel.
The Ferris wheel is unlike any I’ve ever seen. A teenage boy sits in a small seat connected to a large gas-powered generator at the base hooked up to a car battery and accelerator pedal, which is then attached to a network of metal cables strung around the wheel. I’m pretty sure the kid is stoned by looking at him. Safety standards are not particularly apparent on this ride.
After waiting about 15 minutes to fill all the seats on the ride, our operator hits the gas and flings us around faster than I’m sure the law allows in the States. Along with the speed, the yellow chairs are attached via a free-spinning metal bar, so we swing forwards and backwards. Megan grabs my arm and squeals in a mix of fear and excitement. Another 15 minutes later (this is the longest Ferris ride wheel of my life) we slow to a stop and un-board the ride. Exhilarated, we walk back towards the center of the carnival. Having so much fun I had lost track of time; it’s already close to midnight! I announce that I’d like to wander back to the hostel, and the others agree. We’re exhausted.
Lake Atitlán was beautiful, and the adventures I had were unforgettable. I’m unsure if I’ll ever get to see the girls again, although I know we’d be delighted if it were to happen. But in those few days at the lake together, it was as if we became best friends. Because friendship isn’t necessarily dependent on the amount of time people spend together, but rather on the type and the quality of the time spent together.
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Santa Cruz La Laguna Walking Tour, Lake Atitlan GuatemalaWalking around Santa Cruz La Laguna, the less visited Mayan village on the shores of Lake Atitlan (Lago de Atitlan), in Solola, Guatemala. The only way to arrive here is by boat (just 10 min from Panajachel, see below). Tourist places (like La Iguana Perdida or Free Cerveza hostels) are situated right on the shore but the traditional Mayan village is built up on the hills. It makes sense since the waters are rising at Lake Atitlan since 2010. Follow the stairs and small pathways to go up in the village for the best views of Lago de Atitlan. Boat prices for traveling between towns Lake Atitlan Guatemala: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qY_gAgSYJ9c La Iguana Perdida Hotel Santa Cruz La Laguna Lake Atitlan Video Review: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6He6TktEek Chicken Bus Antigua Guatemala to Panajachel Lake Atitlan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HS5p75NvTc Boat Panajachel to Santa Cruz La Laguna Lake Atitlan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIZm2znR5_U Boat Panajachel to San Marcos La Laguna Lake Atitlan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFsHG-G5nQk Boat Panajachel to Tzununa Lake Atitlan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qsq6_vMROfw Boat Panajachel to San Juan Lake Atitlan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYvOTN5b6NU Boat Santa Cruz La Laguna Jaibalito Lake Atitlan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yovY7XVpI_4 Boat Panajachel to San Pedro La Laguna Lake Atitlan (non-direct boat): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBAX6ZWFvPQ Hotel El Sol Panajachel Lake Atitlan Guatemala Video Review: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FV2QJ6ppu5I October 2017
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Panajachel Lake Atitlan, Solola GuatemalaWalking around Panajachel, Lake Atitlan, Solola, Guatemala. Panajachel is the main city/village at Lake Atitlan (Lago de Atitlan) and it can be reached from Antigua Guatemala by tourist shuttle or chicken bus (see below). To travel by boat to other villages at Lake Atitlan you need to go to the right dock: at the end of Calle del Embarcadero for San Pedro, San Marcos, San Juan, Santa Cruz, Jaibalito, Tzununa and at the end of Rancho Grande for Santiago Atitlan. The main touristic & nightlife street is Calle Santander. When is a football game in town, visit the stadium for some street food. Boat prices for traveling between towns Lake Atitlan Guatemala: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qY_gAgSYJ9c Chicken Bus Antigua Guatemala to Panajachel Lake Atitlan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HS5p75NvTc Boat Panajachel to Santa Cruz La Laguna Lake Atitlan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIZm2znR5_U Boat Panajachel to San Marcos La Laguna Lake Atitlan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFsHG-G5nQk Boat Panajachel to Tzununa Lake Atitlan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qsq6_vMROfw Boat Panajachel to San Juan Lake Atitlan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYvOTN5b6NU Boat Santa Cruz La Laguna Jaibalito Lake Atitlan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yovY7XVpI_4 Boat Panajachel to San Pedro La Laguna Lake Atitlan (non-direct boat): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBAX6ZWFvPQ Hotel El Sol Panajachel Lake Atitlan Guatemala Video Review: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FV2QJ6ppu5I October 2017
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La Iguana Perdida Hotel Santa Cruz La Laguna Lake Atitlan Video ReviewLa Iguana Perdida Hotel is situated in Santa Cruz La Laguna, 10 min away by boat from Panajachel, Solola, Guatemala, on the shores of Lake Atitlan (Lago de Atitlan). ATI Divers, offering diving courses in Lake Atitlan is also based here at the hotel. The hotel is offering single and double rooms, cabanas and dorms and on site you can find a restaurant, spa and sauna. It is one of the most popular hotels in Santa Cruz La Laguna and a destination in itself especially on Saturday night when they organize barbeque dinners and parties. The only way to arrive to Santa Cruz is by boat and La Iguana Perdida is right on the dock (to the right). Boat prices for traveling between towns Lake Atitlan Guatemala: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qY_gAgSYJ9c Chicken Bus Antigua Guatemala to Panajachel Lake Atitlan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HS5p75NvTc Boat Panajachel to Santa Cruz La Laguna Lake Atitlan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIZm2znR5_U Boat Panajachel to San Marcos La Laguna Lake Atitlan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFsHG-G5nQk Boat Panajachel to Tzununa Lake Atitlan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qsq6_vMROfw Boat Panajachel to San Juan Lake Atitlan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYvOTN5b6NU Boat Santa Cruz La Laguna Jaibalito Lake Atitlan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yovY7XVpI_4 Boat Panajachel to San Pedro La Laguna Lake Atitlan (non-direct boat): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBAX6ZWFvPQ Hotel El Sol Panajachel Lake Atitlan Guatemala Video Review: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FV2QJ6ppu5I October 2017
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