Five days ago I left Comitan headed for the Guatemalan border. I did not make my destination. A truck pull over in front of me. A man wearing purple dress-shirt exited the vehicle with a women and child. I was invited me to eat across the road in a pavilion on a farm. After eating, I spent three nights with the family. One night I slept in the house of one of his espousas. The next I slept in a very comfortable bed at his father’s ranch spanning hundreds of hectares. I spent the last night attempting to sleep with the family in one of his trucks in Comitan, an hour away. The experience was, for the most part, enjoyable. I was treated very well, met the entire family, and was fed me more than I could eat. I have a new and interesting friend outside the bounds of normal life. I can say no more.
My new friend.
Here, I am eating a chunk of iguana; chewy and savory.
He signed my flag, I signed his truck.
I was taken to Lago de Colon, a crystal clear series of lakes where we bathed in the cool water.
The mountains in the background are in Guatemala.
The road to the pavillion where I first ate with him.
After leaving him and his family, I met a group of cyclists. I’ve never been so happy in all my life. The relief I felt brought tears to my eyes.
With the group I crossed the border entering Guatemala. The next chapter begins: Central America.