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We made our crossing into
Guatemala on Christmas Eve, arriving at the border at Ciudad Cuautemoc.
When we were within several hundred feet of the crossing we thought
that this was going to be one of those troublesome crossings. We had
come to a roadblock with a detour sign, and the roadway ahead of us was
filled with atraveling carnival. But the police at the barricade let us
go around and we wormed our way between the carousels and tilt-o-whirls
until we got to Mexican Customs. We told them we were coming back into
Mexico, probably by way of Chetumal, so they allowed us to leave
without canceling our vehicle permits. Hopefully this should save us
some trouble on the way back in. The Guatemala entry was equally easy
except for the fact that they made the assumption that Karen was riding
the Tiger, and so all the paperwork had to be redone. The ride along
the interamerican highway remided me of driving through Uttar Pradesh.
Since it is one of the main thoroughfares for the whole country small
villages are built up for its entire length. And the low grade diesel
fuel doesn't make matters any better. With constant population comes
constant speed bumps, and trucks billowing black smoke as they try to
get up to speed before the next one. Huehuetenango is a gritty bustling
town, but everything had closed at noon on Christmas Eve and wasn't
scheduled to open until 2:00 pm Christmas day. We were lucky to find a
pastry shop that was open and got some ham and cheese croisants.
Another thing that struck us as odd was the heavy military presence in
the town's tiny plaza in front of the church..
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