Along with our search for the perfect volcano there came a search for the perfect surf beach. Monterrico is on the map for beach towns in Guatemala, but we diverted slightly and made our way to a lesser known, and hopefully lesser /gringo/ populated beach called Sipacate.
Sometimes things just work out when your travelling, and I think Margot brought along some good luck in those curly locks of hers. We found an unfinished hotel with dodgy bathrooms, a teeny kitty and a pool for 40 quetzales a day per person (a little over $5). We were set.
Kids need discipline
The black volcanic sand of Sipacate
Watching the sunset was a daily ritual
The beach was approximately 30 steps away and Margot, Mark and Bec had the surf virtually to themselves every morning. I always end up having the same conversation with fellow travellers about how great a place used to be. Small towns often become overrun with hostels, tour guides and overpriced souvenirs. One of the beauties of van traveling is being able to avoid these places. Big cities and tourist destinations are not Oscar’s forte, so we often end up in towns literally not on the map. Some stress comes along with not having a shower, toilet paper or running water but the tiny produce stands, the well acted out Spanglish conversations and animal visitors well outweigh the bad.
Fun times with Margot
Mark and Bec, you truly do seem to make a home for yourselves wherever you are in the world and I can’t wait to visit you in your next home, wherever it may be.
Here’s to yet another adventure with you guys