Lago de Atitlan in Guatemala, often dubbed the prettiest lake in the world, certainly took our breath away. The lake itself sits in the massive crater of an ancient volcano, and many more volcanoes fill the views across the water. A smattering of small, unique villages packed with tourists, ex-pats, and indigenous Mayan peoples ring the shores of this amazing body of water.
We woke in our hotel room eager to hit up a restaurant for breakfast, one of our favourite meals to eat twice. We were enthusiastic because Panajachel, like many tourist towns, caters to travellers with tastes for foods from all over the world. Most of the time we are drawn to the local food, but when the scent of cinnamon rolls, pancakes and strong coffee hit our olfactory nerves, we grabbed a seat at a trendy cafe. This marked our first breakfast, which, while very good in taste, was a little small in portion and a little large in price for cyclists on a budget. So we sought out another restaurant where we enjoyed healthier portions of beans and tortillas and hotcakes and eggs. Our appetites finally tamed, we returned to the hotel to do some chores like laundry, bike maintenance and running out for groceries. Walking back, we passed one of the many travel agencies that run shuttles to nearby cities – including one to Antigua, which we planned to visit in a few days. We had been toying with braving the hills to Antigua on our bikes, or once again hopping a chicken bus to get there, but after comparing prices and services (the shuttle would pick us and our gear up from our hotel and drop us off at our camping spot in Antigua) we opted for the shuttle instead. If anything, it was a chance to experience another form of transit.