On my own

I arrived at night by myself as Dave, Dave and Jan had gotten stuck in Dallas after being delayed in Denver by the snowstorm. I was picked up by Jose, who didn't speak a word of English. I spoke enough to let him know that he could smoke in the car. He pointed out every Pollo Campero on the main drag. Pollo Campero is like a chicken fast food place with a really cute chicken for a logo. We did not stop to eat at one.
So when we finally arrived in Antigua, I was famished. I hiked out back into town after finally finding the hotel we were booked at... it was pitch black but luckily I had my headlamp. I had no idea where to go and kept walking past bars instead of places that served food. Finally I saw some white people crossing the street and ran over and said, "Hey do you guys know where I can get some food?" It turned out they were fellow Canadians and they kindly directly me to a little hole in the wall, I made it just before the kitchen closed. I had some chow mein that tasted like it had cheese in it (would have been disgusting in any other circumstance, but boy did it taste good that night), and a Gallo (with many more to come).

Antigua Guatemala, Guatemala