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Día de los muertos in San C Hola todos. Blogging has been slow lately however know that as I’m writing this now all is good and we have just crossed into Guatemala. The journey has been quite challenging but will cover that on a separate post.

Since we left off Friday was fairly slower than the last few days largely because my Southern Pal was out of it, so I instead caught up with my English pal in his new hostel which also got Bar. While I was there I also caught up with the Californian lad who we gave some money to earlier in the week. Turns out this was the hostel he was staying at. He goes back to Tijuana on Sunday so wishing him best of luck there.

At the hostel it was pretty chill just having a gentle few beers and playing card games then beer pong with the friends there. Nice and gentle bit of fun instead of rolling the RNG on more geezers. About half 10 the bar there closed up and I tagged along with them to a music bar another friend wanted to head to. Was okay but too many people for my liking. Agoraphobia was kicking in hard so I just had one drink then quietly showed myself out of there and had an early one.

So then we hit Saturday, which is the start of Día de los muertos. I get up and have a walk down to the square and everyone is getting into the spirit of things lots of people decked out in the full gear it is quite something to see albeit a small thing – if you wanted to see a huge parade you would have to be in CDMX or Oaxaca. After this I get a message from southern pal and says come join him and his Landlord for a coffee. I obliged. His landlord is a pretty chill guy, another Venezuelan who got out of Venezuela a long time ago. We had some more coffee chatting then went for lunch in lovely locals place.

It is then siesta time and me and butty boi make plans to head out tonight. Night comes and we head back to the vino place for some grub and a drink then we decide to hit Revs again. It is a good time and we end up having a good song and dance there to skip the details. Even got one gorgeous chicas number. This goes on for a bit until butty boi has the freaks because he thinks he saw someone who he had a run in with back from lake Atitlan there so we bail and head back to the vino place. It’s shut but there’s a decent stools bar next door so we sit and drink a little more chit chatting about our countries mutual political crises then we go our separate ways at about 3am. Both of us get home without incident so no harm done.

Sunday was a quiet day all round just doing some admin for the Guatemala leg and then catching up with butty boi for a gentle few beers in the clover bar with some live music to see off the night.Tomorrow is an early start for the crossing into Guatemala……..