Peaceful Panajachel. Apart from the torrential thunderstorms and the incessant banging of drums as the local populace practiced for the next Fiesta. Throw in a few mortar-sized fireworks to celebrate Guatemala's football qualification victories and it was a pretty noisy, dangerous and wet place to be.
Just as well we spent most of our time in the tranquil tropical gardens of our language school, where we were taught that speaking loudly and pointing wasn't going to work. Chris found out that "tengo caliente" does not mean "I'm hot".
A week of this was too much to bear, so we headed north and down to the real reason we came to Guatemala .... the Rebel Base on the jungled fourth moon of Yavin!