San Pedro de Atitlán is a pothead's dream. You can roll your joint and light up just about anywhere: hostels, restaurants, or along the street. I remember someone telling me if a cop does catch you, you pay him Q20 on the spot, and that's all. Or you can pay Q40 and keep your stash. I haven't found out how much an ounce is yet, since (duh!) I rarely smoke it.
There was an all-night full moon party across the lake last night, and the survivors are still straggling back. I just sat at Trippy's, shared my two liter bottles of Brahva, and went to sleep with the little Guatemalan beauty who's been keeping me more or less sane since Monday.
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