In Guatemala the dense green clad mountains fall to your feet, folding one behind the other, allowing you to weave a way through secret hidden valleys, the smell of coffee and cocoa lingers in the air,  houses hang precariously at impossible heights and acute angles, patchwork plots of multicoloured produce match the intricately woven cloth of a colourful people, the past lives in the present, and molten Santa Maria casts her conic shadow on steaming hot pools, La Carretera Panamericana is taking us into the beating heart of Guatemala

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