It has taken us quite a while to put words to these photos, because we liked it so much, and didn't know quite what to say.

The lake is a huge collapsed volcano, surrounded by little towns, most of which are only accessible by boat. To start with we stayed in a the main Gringotown, Panajachel. Most people seem to leave as quickly as possible, but we loved it. Everything seemed to be targeted at us. Isn't it fantastic being a demographic? Still, it was brilliant to get some tofu (says Celia). We found a lovely little family run hotel place by running away from a tout.

Daniel´s favourite part of this place was having an adoring audience for his juggling. When he started juggling, the 5 children of the household started screaming ecstatically, and wouldn't let him stop for an hour. They were equally overjoyed when he did a new trick or dropped a ball. If he tried to leave they would shout "Mas, mas!". He doesn´t get this sort of appreciation at home.

Next we moved to a little village called San Marcos, home of the hippies. Celia was in heaven, there was a cat who insisted on sleeping on our bed, a tarot reader, and a spherical dream catcher 3 feet tall. The 4 dawn photos below are part of a series of 150 that we took that morning. Worth getting up with the cockerels for (though for those of you who don't know, a cockerel can crow at any point in the day or night, and often does, enthusiastically).

We didn't do a lot, but look round, buy a mask, and hangout. It was such a beautiful place it didn´t matter really.