Taken the morning after the end of the world, December 22nd, 2012. There were two of these guys, living in a concrete drainpipe built into the side of an unexcavated temple.
I spent the two weeks leading up to the winter solstice traveling in Guatemala. I visited three different ancient Mayan ruins, at all three of which, with varying degrees of authenticity and government co-opted-ness, modern Maya people were celebrating oxlajuj baktun, the end of a 400 year cycle which began in 1618. I visited a crater lake and a hot springs sacred to both the modern and ancient maya. I saw the oldest church in Central America, erected by the conquered Maya at the behest of Pedro de Alvarado in 1524.
Plus I got my shoes shined.
All this and more in the coming weeks of the new age as I slowly unpack my luggage, brain, notes and memory cards.