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San Pedro
On Day 3, I left the comfort of big city life to head to small villages around Lake Atitlan. My main destination was a town called Santiago, the largest of the towns and considered to be one of the most traditional.
To get there, I needed to take a 2.5 hour bus ride to San Pedro, walk 10 minutes to the second dock in town, and then take a 45 minute boat ride to Santiago. Easy, right?
Wrong.
Due to the festivities in Antigua, traffic was a nightmare and turned the bus ride into a treacherous, 4-hour expedition. When I arrived in San Pedor, I asked a couple of folks in my broken Spanish how to catch the boat to Santiago, and their response required no translation: "no es posible." Apparently, I had missed the last boat of the day.
What to do?
I took in the lay of the land. San Pedro could have easily been mistaken for parts of Boulder or Haight-Ashbury. It was filled with 20 somethings sporting baggy striped pants or flowing skirts, dread locks and the glassy-eyed look of the recently stoned. They walked around with the superiority of a well-constructed image, pausing only to consider how cool they were or to give their hand a try at a couple non-rhythmic pounds of the drum.
Luckily, in a town like this, it wasn't hard to locate a $7 a night accommodation. While short on the classic amenities, the lake side hostel had a view that just couldn't be beat. And with that knowledge, one night in San Pedro seemed a little more than bearable.
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