Our last hike in Xela was up El Baúl. When I was in Xela 30 years ago, I didn’t climb it because three tourists were raped on the path in separate incidents, and everyone advised that I avoid it. Of course, back then, I could roam the cemetery by myself, and the locals now freak out at the suggestion.
Logan, Marco, and I set off from the park, gathered snacks while making our way through the city, climbed up to the lookout, and chilled. Well, Logan and I relaxed while Marco chatted up the park caretaker for an oddly long duration. It made us understand a bit more why we can never go down a street or into a restaurant without someone he knows stopping to talk to him.
“Blanco” followed us from the city up to the view point.
We hiked past the view point to another trail where Marco used to ride his motorcycle.
