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Today’s story is both hard and good, both terrifying and beautiful. It’s about what we did last Sunday, after blueberry pancakes at Jeannie’s in Bar Harbor , when we visited Acadia National Park, hiking and climbing and struggling; and it’s about what we didn’t do, never reaching Thunder Hole, which we’d come to see. It even includes two recipes at the end. I feel grateful to be able to tell it, and grateful that you are reading, and, mostly, grateful it didn’t become the last thing I lived to do.

Things started off well: After breakfast, we’d driven to the park and stopped at an overlook to take photos of the European-like landscape of hills and water and unique houses, at which I said, Isn’t this beautiful? Look at the views! I love nature!, and then continued to the visitors’ center to pick up a map.

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Huatulco to Lake Atitlan

Hi everyone (go get yourself a coffee….this is quite a long one!),

So where were we….looks like the last you heard we were in Acapulco…..is that right? Yes….? Ok then well start from there.

It was such a hardship spending a couple of days at the beach that we decided we should…er….go for another couple of days on a fabulous beach. Huatulco in the state of Oaxaca (pronounced Wa-ha-ka) has a few awesome seasides so we picked one and spent a couple of days looking around and being a bit lazy. The highlight was the worlds best spring roll which we located in a lovely little Chinese restaurant, where we had a little balcony for two overlooking the millpond like sea. Im drooling just thinking about it. Travelling about this area, we have mainly used whats called a collectivowhich is basically a pick up truck that charges about 2p per trip and just squeezes in as many people as possible. On one trip we had a man literally hanging off the back of the fast moving yute with a machete dangling from his belt bigger than a medium sized lamas neck (thats pretty big..and yes weve had a couple of beers as we type this!). On the same trip I (Chris) spent a good portion of the journey with his head just millimeters away from what was surely the longest armpit hair on a woman to be found in the Northern Hemisphere. Still a good 12 inches from her armpit but man that hair dangled a long way. It was so long she could have had it in a bun…..theyll eat anything these Guatemalans…ha ha…(sorry).

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