Vendredi matin, nous avons retrouvé Annie et Jean pour aller déjeuner sur les étals du marché. Avec les locaux. Au menu, lait de riz au chocolat aromatisé a la canelle et tortillas subtilement agrémentées de divers condiments. Puis nous avons été faire une petite marche sur le bord du lac to digest. We have met the daily lives of villagers. The women washed their clothes. Men were cutting grass to dry before they were going to sell them at market. Beautiful pictures.
Around 11:00 am, our path is separated from that of Annie and John. They returned to Antigua where they had planned to fly to Flores and Tikal in the north. From our side, we Vions planned to cross to Santiago, a little further down the shore of Lake Atitlan.
At noon, we arrived just in time ... to see the ferry leave before our eyes. Okay, the next was leaving in an hour. We had coffee in a bar nearby. The skipper, apparently English confirmed to me the price of traversése: 10 Quetzales, and you pay on arrival in Santiago.
boarding time had finally arrived. We put our bags on the boat and took place. The assistant captain asked us to pay in advance, we obviously refused (when you can not even get to Chau have time!). The captain confirmed that we could trust and that we could pay ... a ticket we would even be given. But when I reached the 20 quetzales young man, he asked me 20 more. It was now 20 Quetzales per person. We refused to pay this price for tourists, citing familiar with the true price. Young was limited. He refused to hear our petition. Faced with this impasse, still frustrated at having to bow down to such a situation, we decide to change our plans and instead take the lancha to Panajachel. It's a shame. We will not see Santiago. But there was no question of surrender once again to this blackmail confusing and absolutely wrong, which means that the overload routine becomes the norm, and prices go from simple to double, triple, or even tenfold in some cases.
An hour later we were sailing towards Panajachel. The crossing was quick but left us time to enjoy one last time the magnificent view that offered us the lake surrounded by 3 volcanoes. We concluded the day by going for a drink overlooking the lake or place a beautiful sunset.
The next morning we were putting the blog days before went for a chicken bus''''(American school buses painted over a thousand colors and converted to local bus) to Chichicastenango. This village, the name that is dreaming, is the host of a bi weekly market on Thursdays and Sundays, which come to sell and buy all the communities of the region, including the Maya. These days, the crowd is large and the rather high proportion of tourists. However, our goal was to be there for the day before in order to assist the preparations and be gone in the early morning.
At 14:00 we had arrived and had found a small hotel to accommodate us. In the streets around the church, the stalls were not yet mounted. Only the daily Quad market was active. At the cemetery, we could lose ourselves in the dédalle graves and tombs richly colorful and sometimes decorated according to the job or the cause of death of the deceased. In the streets, a procession went up the small street leading to the church steps. The decor was a sober and captivating.
The night before renter, we were manger sur les étals des comedores du marché. Un vieil homme et un jeune finissaient de vider leur étal pour la nuit. S'ensuivit une séance photos avec les 2 femmes qui tenaient le comedor, le vieil homme et le jeune. De beaux souvenirs plein la tete et plein l'appareil!
Dimanche matin, nous nous sommes levés aux aurores. Pas temps que ça finalement. Juste a 6h30. C'était la le prix a payer pour pouvoir assister au montage du marché. Dehors, la brume avait envahi le petit village. Des ombres s'agitaient, transportant de longues perches de bois servant a confectionner les étals. Des porteurs, munis d'une corde et d'un support en cuir qu'ils appuyaient sur le front, apportaient a meme leur dos des fruits, vegetables, wooden crates, plastic buckets, bags of grain. Many products that would soon be for sale. On the steps of the church, dozens of vendors and vendors to the faithful offered flowers of all kinds. Steps forward were the stalls of candles and incense. Then we go behind the black plastic sheeting that house party over the local market and have been lunch. Once again, these are very surprised to Guatemala we see that we were throwing curious glances. The menu, like our neighbor (without really knowing what he ate!), We tasted tamales''.'' This dish is a meal very light and creamy rice that contains a piece of seasoned chicken. The whole is steamed in banana leaf. Simply delicious!
Then we went back we walk in the market. We have been to print the pictures we had taken the day before the old man and young salesman and the two women comedor. On site, we found that the old gentleman was agreeably surprised to see us. So you can imagine when he submitted his picture! He left that for the young. In front, in place of the comedor, a young aute selling clothes. He was the son of the lady cooking the evening! A also, we put the photos in order to transmit them to people. A very nice memory for us that this experience has put someone's photo. Especially since it would not be surprising that these individuals are being photographed for the first time!
The morning was well advanced and the market became more a zoo with tourists had taken possession with a barely concealed indifference. The time had therefore come to put us on the way to go. We retrieve our bags were at the guesthouse and have joined the crossing or passing the bus connecting the village of Quiché in Guatemala City.
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