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I was called to officiate some basketball games at the camp, with the camp’s basketball team “Dream team” playing against two other teams from Lilongwe city.

Visiting the refugee camp was enlightening and thee was a lot of learning. Aside the basketball, the communion with the people was exquisite.

Everyone skips Coban on the way to Semuc Champey. I gave it two nights instead, walked into a 450-year-old procession by accident, and did the whole route on local buses for a quarter of what the shuttles charge.

Ever heard of artistic serenity? Yeah, that’s what I was looking for. Cultural ancestral inspiration into my soul, to forge on. Initially it was just a trip to a national park, and ended up being diverted to a full vacay. An unexpected adventure.