Monday 19 November 2018

Notes from a Travel Journal: Flores, Guatemala

Once again, I'm drifting back to the summer of 2017 for today's travel journal entry. I spent some time exploring Central America, which as truly wonderful, and one of my favourite countries turned out to be Guatemala.  Friendly people, incredible history, ruins of ancient civilisations and landscape encompassing rainforests and volcanos make Guatemala a beautiful and exciting country.  But today, I will be sharing a quick story from the colourful little town of Flores, simply because I enjoyed taking pictures there so much.

My roommate Merlene and I spent the afternoon wandering around Flores: it’s a funny little place as it's an island in the middle of Lake Peten, but there's nothing there apart from a lot of hotels, restaurants and souvenir shops. However, downpours aside (we dodged between them) it's incredibly pretty. Lots of brightly coloured buildings, parked up scooters, and walls made for colour blocking. So we took a lot of photos and posed a lot, as it turns out Merlene has an eye for the Insta. It was nice to potter about and take self-absorbed pictures while trading deep theories of life, in the way that you only can in an exotic town, miles away from home with a stranger.

We ended up sat by the lakeside nattering about the empowerment of women, feminism and the best phone apps for photos. There were lots of people to watch, boats going past to wave at, and I bought a giant slice of cake from street food stall. There was something wonderful about the whole afternoon: slightly damp cake in the rain, lively and emphatic views on life, and endless colour.

Kisses xxx

P.S. This blog post is part of my November travel series; I'm spending the month documenting some of the trips I've taken this year, sharing extracts from my travel journal and my photos. My aim is to do this for each day in November as a personal challenge, to get photos and words put together and record some of my favourite experiences from the year. As the weather turns chilly, it's a lovely feeling to curl up in doors and reminisce about travels past, and plot travels for the future.

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