Just when we thought we could relax, it happened!

Dear readers,

collectively you form a small (exclusive!) cohort, that is a much appreciated element to our little trip. The reassuring comments we received following the Maya Pedal debacle were a real tonic. Although we wondered, was it coincidence that the number of hits our blog received increased on the day we reported bad news, (this could explain why the media in general seem to thrive on people’s woes!) either way, we were both heartily cheered by your support.

Anyway, back to today (at this point any sensationalists out there can get on with what they were doing, this bits totally unexciting).

I am writing this sitting out on our balcony, sipping a cup of PG Tips, with unidentified wildlife chirping away as dusk falls over our idyllic hillside garden. Sorry folks but we are on a taster tour of paradise. We arrived here at Lake Atitlan today to find that that the little bungalow we had rented exceeded all expectations. Beautifully constructed, well appointed, in secure private grounds and only a 10 min walk (5 mins and 75p by tuktuk) to the centre of the little lake side town called Panajachel. Its quite a touristy place and gringos abound but we are located just far enough away to be peaceful but not feel isolated.

We wandered in to town for a nosey abouts, we passed lots of stalls selling Mayan stuff. This visual euphony of wonderfully made, vibrantly coloured crafts would knock your eyes out, well if they had not been conditioned by a week of much the same. We shall buy at some point, but as we have to carry heavy bags already, this will happen later and when we can ensure that our dosh goes to the folks who made it.

The lake itself is quite something, surrounded by three volcanoes, created as a result of a huge eruption, flinging out so much magma that the surface terrain collapsed forming a bowl 8×18 km across and 300m deep. Having missed that bit ( it all happened a tad before we got here) we have to make do with the stunning views but no fireworks 😥

This is a funny old place where events happen at their own pace (or so we thought), yesterday when I started writing this entry, we were happily ensconced in our picturesque little gaff making plans to do very little for a while. This morning I added a bit more (padding it out, we try to give our massive readership VFM) before going for a walk up the hill behind our place to look at a Mayan garden growing herbs for medicinal use.

There we met a smashing lad called Edgar who showed us around and explained that it was part of an NGO set up to enable local Mayans to market their handicrafts, support education and health whilst giving them the chance to generate a living wage. Well to cut to the chase, we start there as volunteers on Monday and I shall let Jane fill you in with the details when she blogs.


Author: Mad Crochet Woman

Crochet, colour, braiding, macrame, jewellery - some of the things I'm currently loving and learning about, often inspired by travel. I also want to explore more about eco-friendly materials.

One thought on “Just when we thought we could relax, it happened!”

  1. No coincidence, Sean, everyone enjoys a bit of drama – no-one would watch East Enders if things didn’t go wrong. What matters is how you respond: like miserable buggers, or like you two – and lo and behold, Edgar pops up accidentally.

    Here is (quite a long) passage from Common Weal, an idea that started early last year and is taking hold all over Scotland post-referendum: “Everyone is in awe at the reaction of the independence movement to defeat. The drive to keep going is incredible – I bet every single one of you has a story about someone you never in a million years thought would get involved in politics who has in some way become committed. The enthusiasm is incredible, but I think we’re all aware that it is still possible for things to slip back to being the way they were. So… What makes the difference between us keeping going and us drifting off? There are many things and you’ll have your own thoughts. But two factors are quite high up on the list. The first is the balance between the struggle to change our society and the struggle to keep going. We’re all pretty exhausted and campaigning and organising takes time. Even staying in contact and coordinating takes time and effort. And the importance of ‘the accidental’ is a well-known factor in successful social movements – the accidental meeting of people who came from different backgrounds and didn’t realise they had so much in common, the accidental realisation that two different campaigns are actually working in the same area, the accidental idea that comes from listening to someone not in your usual circle and so on.”

    Helen and I have been totally inspired by the political renaissance in Scotland – in fact we have in our own wee way been part of it, but only really by accident. If it interests you, read more here: http://www.allofusfirst.org/what-is-common-weal/

    You two are part of something bigger too. Keep blogging!!


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