We were going to miss out Guatemala City, what with its reputation for being a bit shooty, but we figured that it needed seeing so see it we did. And you know what, I'm pretty glad. It had good levels of random which I'm a big fan of - we got a mussel soup with a beer in one bar; there was a line of sheep and goats outside a milk store - and we never felt particularly unsafe, although the high levels of guards-with-shot-guns on the street meant that you never forgot that there may be a bit of a risk somewhere. So that's it then. Guatemala whizzed around. Jungle trekked. Didn't get shot. Didn't get erupted. Don't think I've got Dengue fever.
A couple of weeks ago I thought this was going to be about the most ridiculous trip I'd ever taken. Turns out that it didn't ever really feel that crazy and, like most other travels, it's just left me envious of everyone else whose trips sounded more hardcore. Hmmm, itch still not scratched...
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