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116 AN EXILE OF THE MIND A BOXCAR TO PALENQUE 117
Lake Atitlán in the Guatemalan highlands.
and arrived at the heavenly town of An overly attentive effeminate
Asunción Mita in a car that stopped hotel owner waltzed into our room
for us and manage to cram in to find Anne practising yoga in her
another nine people on the way. underwear as David and I casually
read our books. We watched in
amusement as he quickly pirouetted
out again in acute embarrassment.
After spending several pleasant
days basking in the sun on the shores
of Lake Atitlán sipping ‘mirandas’,
a fermented fresco that tastes like
wine, David left for Vancouver where
we agreed to meet. A truckload of
coffee bound for Mexico City was
our next ride and Anne took a fancy
to Pepe the driver. I spent the rest of
Pepe and Anne with his truck. Popocatépetl S.E. of Mexico City.
