Faces from a Guatemalan Village
We visited the tiny hamlet of Pavantslom high up in the hills behind Huehuetanango. The road was a treacherous unsealed pathway of hairpin bends above panic-inducing drop-offs without so much as a fenceline between the wheels of the Land Cruiser and a five-hundred foot roll. The hills themselves were dusty and badly eroded- a combination of geography and natural resource management. It was hot.
