Wake in house Ita and Tim at the bottom of a small unpaved dead end of Chimaltenango. Flat-roofed house that probably awaits an additional floor, iron rods sticking out of walls of concrete block uncoated, shower at the back of the court, Laetitia can finally take a shower with hot water. A typical house in the region, country and undoubtedly the continent. Ita spent a good sweep to remove rainwater stagnating on the cement court and the opportunity to bring us the sun. This town is nothing exciting, except that it is close to the historic capital Antigua, Guatemala City and political capital that it is crossed by road PanAmericas 
year which begins in Alaska Finally in the forest Darién in Panama. What is most interesting about this city, it is the workers, the daily lives of people see a city far from needy sirens tourism that mask the dull sound of ordinary life. But otherwise we go to Antigua with Tim and his incredible yellow car: a sports coupe. In passing we make a detour to San Andres Itzapa. Parked, Tim takes us on a small sloping street where vendors lucky set up their stalls. It includes everything from herbs, small folded paper, alcohol bottles without labels, seeds, small statuettes to smoking. We arrive at the street corner, Tim takes us into the courtyard of a house where a dense white smoke escapes. On the doorstep we understand the situation quickly. A dozen people are agitated within throwing grass fires on the ground, while others are on their knees chanting some obscure songs and incantations. At bottom right installed on a flight of stairs two "Mariachi" played before a large door which seems to drive most people. Inside the atmosphere up another notch. People are lining up to worship a statue and receive the blessing of the priest. Tim gives us some information: the statue is Machimon, any Latino representation of Saint-Simon, mustache and cigarette in his mouth. The priest, dressed as everyday people gives blessings with a vengeance, beating people with large tufts of grass before drinking a shot of brandy and spit them all on the parties duly smoothies: top of the head, shoulders back and he connects these blessings without stopping. We are here far from the Mass in Latin, some of our churches. Here is where God meets the Devil, that the meeting because the passion and do it none the worse! Starting again we buy some souvenirs to merchants from the temple by lying there and back in car Antigua, Guatemala's colonial gem. We address a coffee factory, but is now closed. We left the car near the market, go eat a piece in the Pollo Campero in the area. This fast- 
food KFC atmosphere but 100% of Guatemala is the Latin American response to the giant Catholic Protestant North, and it works. In our fast-food e st synonymous with fast food and cheap, here is the opposite: it is expensive compared to what one can find in the street and it becomes almost an output valued to go spend money in there, and is also a sign of success to work. Full stomach we leave we lose in the streets of this ancient city planning rectangular. Cobbled streets, colonnaded houses in two or three floors, many buildings bear the scars of the earthquake of 1773. Besides, it's probably why the city has lost its function as capital. In passing we take some information to visit an active volcano about an hour from here and as a result we go to the next early morning.
year which begins in Alaska Finally in the forest Darién in Panama. What is most interesting about this city, it is the workers, the daily lives of people see a city far from needy sirens tourism that mask the dull sound of ordinary life. But otherwise we go to Antigua with Tim and his incredible yellow car: a sports coupe. In passing we make a detour to San Andres Itzapa. Parked, Tim takes us on a small sloping street where vendors lucky set up their stalls. It includes everything from herbs, small folded paper, alcohol bottles without labels, seeds, small statuettes to smoking. We arrive at the street corner, Tim takes us into the courtyard of a house where a dense white smoke escapes. On the doorstep we understand the situation quickly. A dozen people are agitated within throwing grass fires on the ground, while others are on their knees chanting some obscure songs and incantations. At bottom right installed on a flight of stairs two "Mariachi" played before a large door which seems to drive most people. Inside the atmosphere up another notch. People are lining up to worship a statue and receive the blessing of the priest. Tim gives us some information: the statue is Machimon, any Latino representation of Saint-Simon, mustache and cigarette in his mouth. The priest, dressed as everyday people gives blessings with a vengeance, beating people with large tufts of grass before drinking a shot of brandy and spit them all on the parties duly smoothies: top of the head, shoulders back and he connects these blessings without stopping. We are here far from the Mass in Latin, some of our churches. Here is where God meets the Devil, that the meeting because the passion and do it none the worse! Starting again we buy some souvenirs to merchants from the temple by lying there and back in car Antigua, Guatemala's colonial gem. We address a coffee factory, but is now closed. We left the car near the market, go eat a piece in the Pollo Campero in the area. This fast- 
food KFC atmosphere but 100% of Guatemala is the Latin American response to the giant Catholic Protestant North, and it works. In our fast-food e st synonymous with fast food and cheap, here is the opposite: it is expensive compared to what one can find in the street and it becomes almost an output valued to go spend money in there, and is also a sign of success to work. Full stomach we leave we lose in the streets of this ancient city planning rectangular. Cobbled streets, colonnaded houses in two or three floors, many buildings bear the scars of the earthquake of 1773. Besides, it's probably why the city has lost its function as capital. In passing we take some information to visit an active volcano about an hour from here and as a result we go to the next early morning. The evening we spend an evening of fun to the delight of Tim, who can finally show me his Heroes Click. We discover how he is fascinated by these figures representing superheroes avatars of our modern gods. We settle on a full stomach around the game board and each team is its super-hero and the battle begins. I quickly found that Tim is more interested in the collection side of personnaages by the strategy. The finished part, we chat and Tim tells us he spent much of his childhood holidays in a small village two hours away. And since he returned to settle in the country has resumed contact with them and open a class to teach English to children. Parents who have a minimum of money trying to push their kids to learn English because maybe one day they will try to go to the U.S. to work and earn some more money here. The passage is using smugglers named Coyote. Tim suggested we go with him to the village to spend two days and visited "The Village" he tells us that there are also coffee plantations. It does not take us more for the deal. 
In the morning we take a good breakfast for parents of Ita, grilled bananas, cookies, juice, coffee. We visit the incredible house where tropical plants emerge from everywhere, huge cages occupied by birds of all sizes. The eyes and stomach filled we take the bus to Antigua to find our group and start the attack on the volcano. A stroll in town, you break a seed and 13 hours before we post our agency wisely and look in the rain. The rain stopped and a young woman joins us and takes us to a van already packed with tourists that we welcome only when we climb. The guide joins us and we leave. An hour away and we approach the flanks of the volcano, sharp turns, mud and stones. Twenty minutes of this treatment and we come to the park entrance. We are not alone, there is already a good herd tourists ready to climb the volcano to go to warm their hands at the source. No sooner we put the foot down a bunch of kids we alpague to sell us stick and marshmallow. Once the price reaches the stick more reasonable prices we buy two. The stick is to facilitate the ascent of the volcano and marshmallows to roast it over the washing up once. Direction the dug where we buy our tickets We meet by chance, which should no longer be one, Kalen and Jason who are also adventure. Since our paths are separated in Panama, it is still three times that we encounter "by chance" the English couple with whom we had made the crossing by boat from Cartagena to Panama. The exchange is brief, as their group leaves immediately, ours is still a good ten minutes to implement. An hour through the forest with the taxi-natural trying to motivate the side shots of our group for the horse to climb and it works! The trees disappear, then vegetation and finally the earth itself, all that remains now only dust and black pebbles. Before us a cliff. From its summit we can a lunar landscape, a lava flow solidified matte black. We here at the power of nature. We walk along the slope and come to this solid magma. In some minutes we walk on it a few days ago, a few hours was the magma. 
We see beneath the crust hardened rivers of lava flowing. We feel the warmth of the land going back with our shoes off a tongue of fire out of earth above a chimney of magma solidified our business as the guardian of hell, hardly do we have the time to arrive at the river of magma as the rain returns, more and stronger causing immediate contact with the lava clouds of sulfurous steam in addition the wind that brings clouds. Gradually our field of vision narrows and plunges us into a parallel world which may arise from some Mayan spirits take revenge. But fortunately our guide is there for us and squeeze us from the clutches of our imagination and take us away from these mists where it would be easy to get lost and accidentally walking on a patch of lava that could crack under our careless and we offer a one-way ticket to hell. Back to reality rain. My eyes begin to bite me, scratch me. One of the least harmful effects of evaporation and sulfur hell of the volcano. Soon we return to our starting point pressed by the rain and night. Downstairs we change quickly to put some warm clothes, guys from our tour group offers a basket of hot fries, a nice little happiness. We ship still shivering in the van and us get to Antigua. Here we will wait over an hour Ita brings us back to the house for a good meal and a hot shower.
Tomorrow direction of the village Tim, two hours of track here. 
We see beneath the crust hardened rivers of lava flowing. We feel the warmth of the land going back with our shoes off a tongue of fire out of earth above a chimney of magma solidified our business as the guardian of hell, hardly do we have the time to arrive at the river of magma as the rain returns, more and stronger causing immediate contact with the lava clouds of sulfurous steam in addition the wind that brings clouds. Gradually our field of vision narrows and plunges us into a parallel world which may arise from some Mayan spirits take revenge. But fortunately our guide is there for us and squeeze us from the clutches of our imagination and take us away from these mists where it would be easy to get lost and accidentally walking on a patch of lava that could crack under our careless and we offer a one-way ticket to hell. Back to reality rain. My eyes begin to bite me, scratch me. One of the least harmful effects of evaporation and sulfur hell of the volcano. Soon we return to our starting point pressed by the rain and night. Downstairs we change quickly to put some warm clothes, guys from our tour group offers a basket of hot fries, a nice little happiness. We ship still shivering in the van and us get to Antigua. Here we will wait over an hour Ita brings us back to the house for a good meal and a hot shower. 
