Crossing into Guatemala

As drove the last part of Mexico, I drove through several small mountain towns with people dressed in traditional clothing and fetching water from wells. It was a side of Mexico that I had not seen yet. Turns out I was driving on a rally track before I got pulled over and told to wait. After receiving a quick lecture about importing my car through mexico, I got my passport stamped and was allowed to cross into Guatemala. Guatemala is a lot like Mexico, but the people seem to be a lot poorer. While driving through the hills in Guatemala I came across a couple of ghosts in broad daylight. They wore white button ups and black ties. The missionaries from texas stuck out like sore thumbs in the little rural town. I stopped and talked to them for a couple minutes before continuing on my way. Guatemala City is a lot like Mexico City. Dirty and smells. I had woken up around 5 to get an early start on driving and an to leave the city while it was sleeping more or less. There are absolutely no road signs and after asking 5 or 6 people who gave me ineffective directions I decided to set out in search of wifi for help. Finally around 9:30 I made it out of Guatemala City.