“Blocks of multicoloured light pierced every curve of the stunning church. A complete contrast to its brutalist exterior and a timely reminder never to judge a book by its cover.”
It was already warm as I followed our guide, Douglas through Juayua’s cobbled streets to the path where the hike began. A few local street dogs bounced alongside us, ever hopeful of pats or even better, food.
Born in the town of Salama, southern Guatemala, Joel is now a local of Poptún. Against adversity, Joel has made a success of his local tuk-tuk business that ferries visitors around the locality.
“After another hour or so, we arrive at what must be the highest pass. I see no signage, only vertical drops on either side of the road that mercifully fall off into thick mist after a few hundred meters”
“Very few travel experiences have made my heart beat as fast as it did in that moment. With my head torch off, the precipice less than a metre in front of me was invisible.”
Once, when I was younger, I wrote a school essay on free will versus determinism. I won’t bore you with the detail but the basic concept is this: None of us ever make a truly free choice. It proposes the theory that all our life decisions are in fact a result of our experiences thus far.
Whenever I tried to write about Sorrento, my head filled with lemons. The symbiotic relationship that the Italian seaside town has with the citrus fruit is my overwhelming memory of four days in the region.
“The epiphany was served cold with that final smiley-faced cappuccino. A little teaser of a true connection; A touch of local life during my short visit.”