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| A district outing to Santiago Atitlan, Guatemala. At one of the bus stops we sampled the fruit. This may have been Solola. | |
| Gary Bullard makes a life-long friend. Keep in mind that Gary was himself very short. In the background is the bus we were riding on. | |
| This unknown elder bought a set of indian clothes and put them on over his own. We had arrived at Panajachel, and were about to board the boat for the trip across Lake Atitlan. | |
| A local Catholic church/cathedral. Every town had an impressive church. I'm not sure where this was. | |
| How could this unidentified elder resist? Such a deal! Now I wish I had bought anything at all. But I'm thirty years too late. | |
| Santiago Atitlan. I've read that all the villages around the lake are now very touristy, and not worth visiting. What a shame. | |
| Santiago was not exactly a bustling metropolis, but it was clean and orderly, with stone fences between houses. Most men were probably out in the fields, and the women stayed indoors. | |
| Back at the boat dock this enterprising woman made a last ditch attempt to sell a head wrap. | |