Oscillated Turkeys, A Cookie-Eating Tejon and a Barrelful of Monkeys: Tikal, Guatemala

We tried to be backpackers, really we did. But we drew the line at not using deodorant.

 We are not backpackers. We had never even tried it before this trip.  But we both loved an adventure, loved to travel, experience new places, try new food, explore other cultures. We had the dream to go to Europe one day, but our Mexican salaries made that a bit out of our price range – backpacking or other. We had read about so many people backpacking around Europe on a budget, and wondered if that was for us. So with that in mind for the future as well as our budget for the present, we got the idea that we should try a backpacking vacation.  We were in the Riviera Maya at the time, right at Belize’s doorstep; how could we NOT? Continue reading


Antigua: Guatemala’s Colonial Gem and Putting our Backpacks to Rest

August, 2002. It was chilly, although the elevation was only 5,029 ft – just over 1,000 ft less than the day before, but 5,029 ft higher than what we were accustomed to, just the same. Over a much needed cup of Guatemalan java, I perused my newly acquired used, dog-eared Guatemalan travel guide book (an ancient Rough Guide), to get ready for our day of exploring Antigua.  Guatemala, that is; not to be confused with the island of the same name.

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