Guat-the-heck?

   Today was all about hurrying up and waiting. I woke up at 4am to wake up Manuel our hostel host who was supposed to wake up Otto our taxi driver who was way late. We crammed 5 people and all our luggage into a tiny micro taxi and headed off to the Tica Bus Terminal. I thought that we were going to miss the cut off for our bus, but we found out that the AC is broken and the bus will not go into the shop until 8:30am.  They said it´s a simple fix. We´ll see.

  

   So, we´ve been spending our time in the Tica Bus Terminal in Guatemala City. It must be a cultural thing, but I don´t understand people who play their music through their cell phones without headphones in public. We have a lot of talking, a loud tv, and some guy blairing distorted American music from the 70´s through his phone. 

 

   The good news is that we´re all in a good mood, we have 156 quetzales (about $20) for food, and I think that guy´s cell phone battery just died.  ¡Disco esta muerta!