life @ 13

Dios Guia Me Camoine (god guides my truck, hopefully not off a cliff)
yes, as you may have heard, guatemalan drivers are typically, literally crazy. no margin is too small, no speed to fast, no blind corner blind enough to stop them from attempting a pass. theoretically i am done with the busses, unless i happen to find one on top of my back tire.
antigua is not guatemala. the weather is too nice, the people are too friendly, and there is far, far too much money and affluence, by their standards. the only hints of guatemala are the endimic mayans and shotguns. of course it is easy for me to enjoy this -- not the shotgun part -- but i think i'm going to pass it up for now. no self-respecting travelling cyclist (circus?) can allow themselves to take two weeks off after only two weeks cycling. I'm meeting a couple of brits for dinner in a bit, and maybe going to climb a nearby volcano tomorow. after that, it's back on the road. i'm a little weak, but itching to get back.
i've been here for almost four weeks now, and i think i've been sick for about three of them. maybe not, like, really sick, but certainly intestinally dysfunctional. last night/today was easily the worst i've felt, a clear reminder that travelling is not all highs. not by a long shot. but i have discovered that i enjoy being on the road.