We almost didn’t go. When a bus-mate mentioned the Chichicastenango market not far from Lake Atitlan, we both immediately shrugged it off. With over 18 months spent in Latin America, the markets tended to repeat themselves and become a blur of the same products and harassing vendors. We aren’t souvenir collectors, being without a home to put them in, and so the appeal of such an event is mostly lost on us.
We were assured that it was unlike any other we had been to. We’ve heard that before too. But we heeded his advice, and boarded a crowded 8am bus through the mountains.
Pete appeared like a giant, towering above the crowd as we worked our way through. He knocked his head on several overhead covers, the infrastructure obviously being built for the large indigenous population of Mayans in the area, and not for someone who reaches six feet.
So many distractions. Our footing was so often lost on the uneven cobble as we wound through very narrow aisles, trying to take it all in, but always finding new items to study each time we repeated our path.
Severed chicken heads were strewn on one table, across the aisle were rows of vibrant coloured threads, wound carefully into twisted sections, ready to be purchased and woven by textile makers.
A toddler was stretched out sleeping on a pile of large bed covers his mother was trying to sell. His impenetrable catnap was most impressive given the volume of activity surrounding him.
A man carried four crates of tomatoes strapped together and across his back, expertly maneuvering around the crowds and product displays that crept past the covered tables and onto the streets.
One aisle we briskly left to avoid the depressing site of the living merchandise – baskets of chicks and mangy-looking roosters bound at their ankles.
Ripped CDs, precisely woven fabrics, leather goods, piles of fragrant pom and copal (traditional incense). We were never far from ladies making tortillas, the raw paste overflowed large gaudy bowls, the ladies hands repeatedly tossing and whipping the dough into shape.
A woman walked brusquely by us, a heavy bag on one arm and a baby on the other, clung greedily to her exposed breast.
We drifted to the Saint Tomas church, allured by the pretty flower vendors that lined the steps up to the sanctuary. Small billows of smoke were produced from a lady constantly fanning flames from burning incense.
A vendor approached and spoke within inches of my face, using perfect English, and showing me her handmaid table cover. I said: “Es hermosa, pero no, gracias,” for the hundredth time that day. Dishing out constant rejection is always the hardest part, especially with their offer of a strained grin in return.
Fire crackers started bursting in the air and a small child beside us started crying. We worked our way back to the church, beckoned by the sound of a band striking up. A colorful procession was making its way from the church down one of the crowded alleys. Men laboured on each corner of large wooden platforms, but stopped frequently so that small boys could spread incense in front. Another round of fire crackers was dispersed from the front of each platform before the whole processions picked up again. We lost them in the crowd.
We reversed direction, and made our way up the stairs and into the Santo Tomas church. The vision was remarkably beautiful in its simplicity. Thick, rich, dark wood lined the floors and beams overhead. Long sheets of white were draped from the ceiling to near the floor and billowed slightly in the breeze. Small pallets lead the way up the center aisle, the remnants of burned incense and melted candles blanketed them. A lone man swept up scattered flower petals as tourists and locals alike wandered through, some stopping to genuflect at each change in floor height.
We found a quiet corner just outside one of the side church doors. A small Mayan woman in traditional garb sat beside us, her smile was wide and showed her metal capped teeth. A small child hung out of the fabric strapped across her back. We learned that he was 6 months old and his name was Luis. She learned that we are from Canada and in Guatemala to escape the cold. She nonchalantly pulled Luis around and started breastfeeding. As I chatted with her in my broken Spanish, Pete raced down the stairs to assist in lifting an iron gate a young girl knocked over. He was thanked in smiles and nods.
Famished, and in need of seating to rest our feet, we found our way through the maze to an elevated restaurant, eager to get a birds eye view of the activity below. My eyes were immediately drawn to a man I noticed earlier – situated in the exact center of a major intersection, he peddled his heavy basket full of silverware to all who passed. I guessed that he got up awful early for that prime spot and must quickly tire of repeating the same beckoning chorus over and over. And I thought I had long days.
Our cool drinks soothed and we elevated our feet. We sat in silence, absorbing the ever-changing scene below.
Wowed, once again, by how much we have to learn. And how expectations can sometimes have a way of preventing that.
Loved Laked Atitlan, but totally missed that market; It actually sounds like a really nice one!
Too bad you missed it Jarmo! It was such a *real* experience compared to other, more touristy, markets we’d been to in Latin America. We even somehow just managed to miss a real sacrifice (of a chicken). Fascinating place.
Oh wow, I’m so glad you went!!! What gorgeous and colorful pics!
It’s true that after a while, it’s easy to feel like you’ve “seen it all.” But of course, if that were the case, what would be the point of continuing to travel?
I admit that since we’ve been in Asia, there have been times where I’ve denounced another visit to a temple or a market as I just feel too burned out on them, having glutted myself on them in the preceding weeks. But generally after taking a break from whatever I’m feeling I’ve reached my max tolerance for for a few weeks, I’m back to being able to appreciate them, and hopefully identifying subtle nuances to them. The key is to get out there and keep exploring, keep learning, because the world is full of things we’ve never seen and that will blow our minds. It’s just as you say, you have to be open enough to accept them!
I think with long-term travel, the appeal of it can come and go. There would be some markets, I am sure, that we could have gone to that would have been just like all the rest (and then a bit disappointing). We got all “ruined” and “churched” out in Europe too. It happens! But like you said, I’m back to being able to appreciate them too! The pendulum swings…
Beautiful photos! I have to admit, markets are one thing I don’t tend to get tired of when I’m travelling. They do tend to all have common threads, yes, but there’s always something a little different too. They usually give me a good feel for the distinct culture of the local community. This one definitely looks like it was a particularly unique experience, though!
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This one was quite different then others we’ve been too, especially because it WAS such a local experience (FAR more locals than tourists were there)! It was a feast for the senses!
Great descriptive post evoking sights, sounds and smells of the market, helped by the excellent photos too. Thanks for sharing and for reminding me of some of the colourful markets I have been to around the world, whose memories were lost somewhere in the back of my mind…
Thanks Lisa! Time for you to go out and visit some more markets, by the sounds of it… 🙂
You always do a great job filling the post with fab photos. Just another market? I think NOT! 🙂
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Yup! We learned our lesson. 🙂
I never made it to Chichicastenango when in Guatemala, but always wondered what it was like (and enjoyed the name)! Glad to see a peek at it in this article!
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It is such a feast for the senses – I could have written something twice as long! A really great experience, you’ll have to catch it next time!
Good call on the elevated restaurant — you scored some nice shots!
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Such great, colorful images! What a chaotic, yet beautiful scene!
Two perfect words to describe it: chaotic, yet beautiful! Thanks Dana!
There are few things better than exploring a market while travelling overseas in my opinion. There is almost always something interesting to see. You got some great shots!
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Most of the time, I would agree with you Dean. Although while we were in South America for a year, they did all start to look the same. This one was quite special, particularly because it really felt local (and not just for tourists). So glad we went!
I was amazed at how many people there were at the market. It would be good if we could have a compass that would direct us to things we have not experienced before. Sometimes we have tossed up about going somewhere and then when we arrived, were just so glad that we decided to go.
A compass would be IDEAL. Or at least, is there an app for that? 🙂
Love the shots from up above looking at all the people. It’s always the best being pleasantly surprised after going into a place or situation with no/low expectations!
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What kind of camera are you using? beautiful photos:)
We used a Canon T3i and a Samsung Galaxy SIII for these photos.
I never get bored of those! Not sure why but I like all the hustle bustle, colours and flavours!
But I understand what you mean by saying that after almost two years in the country you think you have seen everything 🙂