Every week, on Tuesdays and Sundays the biggest Mayan market of the continent gathers people from all across the region in Chichicastenango. I knew even before I left for Guatemala that this was a must for my trip, and I planned my entire week around it, so I was assured I wouldn’t miss it. 

So on Sunday morning, I set off with my Holga and my Kodak Retina around my neck, and I embarked on a multi chicken bus ride (I recommend it, but only kind of, it’s the real deal, but it’s also an experience you survive) to go and get there. I had no plan other than to get lost in the streets, soak it all in, and take photos. Taking photos turned out to be less easy than I had anticipated, the Mayas are very camera shy, and the people at the weekly market were no exception. I’m not going to lie, I was expecting it to be easier -like it was in Mexico City-, so my confidence as a “people-photographer-who-wanders-around” took a hit during this trip, but anyways, that’s how it is, not every place is the same, so I adapted.