San José.

By the time we had landed in San José, Josh and I were half anticipating being detained and either sent back to Guatemala or worse, the UK. However, we floated through immigration after only being questioned about our occupations and accomodation arrangements in the city. We then found a collective shuttle from outside the airport…

Guatemala City.

We had decided on using the same driver who had dropped us off in Monterrico as he had offered us the best price for the journey to Guatemala City. However, as he turned the key to start the engine the car merely spluttered and continued to do so despite the mans repetitive attempts. This was…

Monterrico.

We felt the intense heat hit us as soon as we stepped out of the car. We were now at sea-level which meant that the temperature and the humidity were a lot higher than in Antigua or Lake Atitlan. Luckily the town was located right next to the Pacific Ocean and most of the restaurants…

Antigua.

Apart from Josh getting the dreaded ‘tickle’ in his throat on the bus ride to Antigua when we stupidly had no water, the journey was quick and easy. The driver dropped us to the exact location of our hotel, but as we walked through the the door we became increasingly unsure as to whether this…

Lake Atitlan.

The other passengers in the shuttle were from all around the world; one young man was from Frankfurt and a middle aged woman was from Spain. Everyone seemed rather pleasant apart from an American lady who proceeded to constantly chug juice and then subsequently shout ‘el baño’ over our heads from the backseat. The driver…

San Cristóbal de las Casas.

I had taken two travel sickness pills before getting on the bus, so after spending the first hour admiring the views, I slept for the other eleven. Josh, however, did not consume any pills that induce drowsiness and therefore was kept awake for most of the night by a snoring man in the seat directly…

Oaxaca.

The wait at the bus station dragged on, but every hour Josh and I walked through the long tunnel to the exit and bought a small snack each on the way back to our concrete seats. Truth be told, on one occasion Josh ended up purchasing a Dominoes pizza and I had a Subway myself….

Chetumal.

It rained during the one hour bus ride so once we arrived at Chetumal we hailed a taxi to take us to our hotel. The room was similar to the last few accommodations; outdated and shabby but well worth the cheap price. We were both still drained from our rather heavy evening so headed out…

Bacalar.

The bus journey to Bacalar was about three hours and when we arrived in the city it was pitch black. This made the walk to our hotel with our backpacks slightly more nervy than usual but for once we found the location with little difficulty. Our room was fairly pleasant for such a low price…

Tulum.

As we walked from the bus station to our budget hotel we realised why it had been so difficult to locate cheap accommodation. All the restaurants had an eco feel whilst being extremely exclusive and expensive so that evening we scouted out some street food and carried on pointing out every snazzy bar that we…