When it comes to hotels, it's tempting to think that there’s not much new under the sun. Chain hotels
are everywhere and a Hilton in Chicago looks pretty much like a Hilton in
Paris. Or Calcutta. Or Cancun.
At the same time that the large hotel chains appear to be expanding,
the number of small, independent hotels also appears to be increasing. While I
can’t back up this observation with data, I’ve never seen so many options for
small, independently owned lodgings.
One of my favorite small hotels perches on the lip of a
collapsed, ancient volcano in Guatemala. Lomas de Tzununá, owned by a friendly
Belgian-Argentinian couple, consists of simply-furnished, modestly-priced cabins
that boast million dollar views of Lake Atitlán and distant volcanoes.
Getting to Lomas takes a bit of doing (which is probably why
it hasn’t been bought out by Radisson or Marriott.) First there’s the two and a
half hour drive via shuttle or private taxi from Antigua or Guatemala City, a
30 minute ride on one of the rustic boats that serve as ferries on Lake Atitlán,
and finally—and most significantly—a climb up a steep set of stairs (350, to be
precise) carved into the side of the collapsed crater.
Moments after the boat drops you and your luggage at the
hotel’s sleepy dock, porters who have raced down the stairs snatch your luggage
and fly back up the stairs with it. So your sole, but not insignificant task is
to drag your own body up the 350 steps. No escalator, elevator, or litter, but
once you’ve made it to the top you’ve earned (at least) one of the hotel’s
tasty fresh juices, a beer, or a cocktail mixed by the owner.
Once you’ve conquered the stairs and begun to attempt to absorb
expansive views of the deep blue, mirror-like lake, and volcanoes Toliman,
Atitlán, and San Pedro, you might decide to venture no further than the steeply
sloping grounds of the hotel.
On some days, staying at the aerie-like hotel is enough for
me. Breakfast is served on a terrace with the same stunning views, homemade
bread and pastries, fresh squeezed juice and steaming, rich coffee. For someone
normally surrounded by the clatter and hurly burly of city living, I revel in
the tranquility of the place. Hummingbirds chirp, their wings whirring as they
check out bougainvillea and other brightly colored tropical flowers that
surround the restaurant terrace. With no cars, roads, or airports nearby, there
are no sounds other than the birds and breeze. I might get too hot at the pool,
or become sore from sitting too long on the terrace, but I never tire of the
view.
Evenings are equally relaxed and charmed. With each passing
year there are more lights shining from villages across the lake, but the Atitlán
sky remains crammed with stars. And if you’re lucky, you’ll see glowing lava
spilling out of distant Volcan Fuego far across the lake. The restaurant has
tasty meals, including black bass pulled from the clear waters of the lake and
local chicken. On many nights, the Belgian owner plays classical guitar which is
the perfect complement to the bright stars, candlelight and stillness.
If the tranquility, views, warm sun and beverages don’t make
you feel happily comatose, order a masseuse who will walk a mountain path from
a distant village and provide a bargain priced massage in your room.
When your private balcony, the restaurant terrace and the
pool seem too small a universe, descend the steep crater-side to the dock, wave
for a passing boat and head to a nearby village. One of the nearest is Panajachel
which offers restaurants, a tourist market and crowds of gringos. Chichicastenango—with
its extensive market and unique hybrid of Catholic-Mayan colonial churches
(built atop Mayan temples)—is about an hour away from Panajachel.
Other nearby villages include San Marcos, San Pedro and Santiago,
home to Maximon (the bizarre booze and cigarette loving folk saint of Guatemala).
The voyage to any of these villages is worth the experience. In addition to
views of crystalline skies and the cobalt waters of the lake, you’ll share the
boats with Mayans dressed in elaborately patterned, handcrafted clothing. A
favorite, anachronistic experience is seeing a traditionally attired Mayan with
a basket of chickens headed home from the market while chatting on her cell
phone. (For more insights into nearby villages, check out the advice of an acquaintance here.)
The views, culture and scenery at Lake Atitlán rival that of
North Americans’ favorite winter destinations of Florida, Arizona and
California. But Atitlán is less expensive and its tropical highland weather is
reliably warm and comfortable.
Sure, it takes a bit of doing to get to Lomas, but once
there you’ll find a hotel that’s off the grid and truly unique. You won’t get
frequent guest points, but who needs them when you’ve got that
million dollar view?