Photo credit: drlopezfranco on flickr
We had no desire to bike up the incredibly steep and narrow road back to Solola and the main highway, so we took one of those buses up the hill this morning. We implored the guys to be careful with our bikes, then cringed as they threw them on top with the rest of the luggage. We changed buses in Solola and disembarked in the junction town of Los Encuentros, feeling thoroughly Guatemalan. Ride a chicken bus... check!
Even after the rough treatment, only a water bottle cage was bent, thank goodness, so we started pedaling toward Antigua. Mostly downhill, beautiful overlooks of the lake and its surrounding volcanoes, and the cool temperature at high altitude all made for a nice ride.
The traffic increased as we neared Antigua, so we were happy to finally arrive in the city. After wandering around a bit trying to find someone with enough managemental clout to override the silly rule that RVs, but not tents, can camp on the grounds of the tourist police station, we finally gave up and found the cheapest hostel in town, which turned out to be surprisingly nice.
Antigua is a very picturesque old town with incredible churches everywhere, and it's also super touristy. We'll be enjoying it for what it is, especially speaking English with people other than each other, which is kind of like being allowed to write again with your dominant hand. Hostels are great for meeting other travelers, or so I'm learning; we'll be sharing our dorm tonight with new friends from all over the world.