It was mother’s day in Guatemala and so I was awake before my 5am alarm went off by fireworks going off in the street. Karen had been a huge help giving me information about where I needed to go and how to get there in Guate. I was on the bus at 6am, where the ticket vendor tried to tell me it was 35Q (after selling the same ticket to everyone else for 30Q). I wasn’t in that charitable a mood so explained to him quite calmly that I thought his behaviour was flat out wrong. A lady sat
After a couple of rest days in Chiquimula, it was time to cross the border to El Salvador. There were several border crossings close by, and I opted for the one of San Cristóbal as I preferred the route profile. I’d have a decent climb in the morning before it got hot and then it’d be gently rolling most of the way with another climb later. The alternate towards Matapan would have had several climbs throughout the day and actually more climbing in total.
My time in Chiquimula hadn’t
I woke up just before 5am, and on the hour the security guard came up to my tent to let me know it was 5. He must have been listening carefully when I said the night before I planned to leave around then. I don’t think for a minute that he was being pushy, he was just awake and wanted to help me out. I packed up and got my water bottles filled before going. As is often the case, I didn’t know my destination. It was about 170km to Chiquimula where I had a Couchsurfing host lined up,
I was about 120km north of Punta Gorda, where I could take a boat to Puerto Barrios in Guatemala. It’d have been impossible to get there that day, as they leave either late morning, or early afternoon, so I figured I’d be camping just outside town to avoid the $10-15 hostel fee. I’d heard of a land crossing in the south, at Jalacte, but hadn’t been able to find information about it online. All I knew was that they were building a road to the border which wasn’t expected
Caye Caulker is a beautiful place with just a few small sand-covered streets to get you around. Tim, my host from Tulum, was in town with his brother and I’d spent my rest day hanging out with him while Alec was at work. Tim invited me to stay at his resort, but with the weather forecast saying I’d have a tailwind pushing me across to Belmopan and then the next day it should swing around to push me down to Dangriga. If I stayed for a day more, that’d be two days of headwinds.