Guatemala? More like Guatebuena!

Right after Christmas we left Mexico. The ride to Guatemala was somewhat ok. We were told it takes 8 hours. Yeah, fuck you 8 hours. It took fucking 15 hours. Can’t trust anyone these days.

Anyhow, we landed in San Pedro La Laguna right at Lake Atitlán.
The lake is actually quite beautiful. I didn’t go into the water though. Some say it’s really unhealthy, really dirty and there are fish inside. Yeah naah.

The city itself is quite nice but so many hippies. Me didn’t like.
Instead of passed out people on the streets you have meditating people. No respect for their surroundings.

To be honest, we didn’t do a lot there. We met Jenny, a half German-half Chinese girl from Australia. She was quite funny and really beautiful. All together we were hiking to an infinity pool which wasn’t infinitive at all. You had to pay to go inside. Those fuckers.
The way is the goal, I know, but not if you get lost 100 times on your way.
I still enjoyed it.

The last night in San Pedro was … interesting.
Ok, so I am travelling with Kim and Sonya still so we were in one 4-bed dorm, the 4th person was Jenny, who went to a drug/hippie festival. So the last night we had a new roomie who was fucking drunk at night and apparently lost her key. So she banged the fucking door every hour to get inside. Stay the fuck outside then, bitch.

And then she was like: “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m so wasted I can’t human anymore. Where are you guys from?”
That’s the bad side of Guatemala. However, you gotta take it with a little humor and it’s not too malo.

When we booked our accommodation for New Year’s back in Mexico we were facing an unpredictable situation. It’s fucking New Year’s Eve. Everything was fully booked and everything that’s left is unpayable.
So we changed our plans – once again – and went to Quetzaltenango for New Year’s.
Turned out to be a great thing.

So, Kim met a Latvian girl somewhere in New Zealand, I think, who happened to be in Xelá (that’s the awesome Mayan nickname of Quetzaltenango) and hosted a potluck dinner in the hostel she was in.
If you’re wondering what a potluck dinner is I have no idea.
It was just a normal party. The only difference was that we brought three pans of pasta. And alcohol of course. Lots of alcohol.
It was a funny, international dinner. Some French girls were jamming a bit. Stories were told, pasta and pie were eaten, jokes were laughed at.
I guess it is true: when you plan anything it’s going to suck. Especially on NYE.

We then went to a bar and danced and drank some more. Obvio.
I completely forgot about the firework (idiot!) and when I realized it and went out it was already over. Haha. Great.
Shortly after that half of the people in the bar went home. Like all of the travelers who were like “If it wasn’t for New Year’s I’d go to bed at 10 already”.
I just can shake my head about this.

Anyhow, Sonya was passed out – again – and me and another guy had to carry her home.
Yeah, twas good.

I’m really proud of myself as at one point, when I was drunk already, I went to the bar woman and ordered a glass of water. Literally everyone who was around me and heard that looked at me like wtf am I doing. But it was good. No hangover the next day so fuck y’all. FUFUFU!

That was my New Year’s and with that little story I just want to you wish y’all a Happy New Year 2017.
May you have lot’s of fun, luck, sex, money, health and good memories with your friends and family.

Pew! Pew! Pew! Fireworks!