This was originally a post I wrote for Tucan Travel’s blog, The Chasqui, which you can see here.
As I pulled myself up the steep hill to the next view point, still shrouded in cloud, I wondered really why I was bothering to climb this volcano at all.
I arrived in Antigua with one thing on my mind – coffee.
I’m pretty sure the only reason why I knew anything about Antigua, Guatemala, was from reading coffee bean packets and Starbucks had been brewing an Antiguan blend a few weeks before I had left England. I was excited.
I’ll be honest, I didn’t exactly enjoy Livingston. In fact, I’ve written some rather inelegant words in my diary about the small town, perched on the Caribbean coast of Guatemala. Continue reading