We were stopped at a small town that seemed to be a main node where buses coming from different destinations converged and passed passengers like parcels. They then headed onwards to their various destinations. I was on a shuttle bus from Antigua and we had to wait for about half an hour for the two people who were joining us for the rest of the trip to Xela (Quetzaltenango). It explained why our driver had been driving uncharacteristically slowly too up to this point.
I wandered a short ways and perused the market wares, though did not buy. As we were standing there we could hear some music. Up the road came a procession. I thought perhaps it was another fiesta, as there seemed to have been one most days since I had been in Guatemala. However it was instead a funeral procession. The coffin was being carried by some of the mourners, many of whom were in sombre colours. The music however was respectfully upbeat. The procession passed by us and turned to head up a hill the snaked between some buildings and up I presume to a cemetery. We headed on our way. in the opposite direction.
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