A much nicer day today with clear blue skies. I got up and walked down to the lake. Wow! what view of Volcán Atitlán (11,602ft). The lake is a large crater lake, much like the Cater Lake in Oregon. I walked back to my hostel to have breakfast. I saw a lot of hung over 20-somethings emerging into the daylight. The Karaoke party lasted well beyond the time I put in my ear buds and called it a day. The ride today was simply stunning as I worked my way around the volcano, eventually dropping back down into the lowlands. The temperature soared into the mid 90s but I didn't care after being cold most of the day yesterday. I stopped for gas when I reached the turnoff to Highway 2. I ran into a small shop to buy a bottle of cold water. When I returned, parked next to my bike was a bright red tuk-tuk decked-out in chrome bling everywhere from the rims to the headlights. A young man about thirty said to me in Spanish "I think this is a Tiger 800". I replied "Sabes tus motos!" (You know your bikes!). He smiled and asked me where I was going. Unsatisfied with my answer of "Sudamerica" he asked, "What places are you going?". I answered, Argentina, Peru, Columbia and Panama. His eyes got very distant as he slowly repeated the list out loud as though he was imagining himself on that big Tiger visiting each of these places. I had a drink of my water and let the moment linger. He then asked if I was alone. "Si, viajo solo" (I'm traveling alone). Again, a long pause as he imagined that. "Creo que eres muy valiente" (I think you are very brave). "No!" I laughed. "You could do it!" He laughed and said "I would like that a lot!". At that moment, two young women climbed into the back seat of his tuk-tuk and told him where they wanted to go. He reached out to shake my hand and wished me a safe journey. The two ladies gave me a smile and waved as they all rolled away in a cloud of black exhaust. Highway 2 was a much faster road and I arrived earlier than expected at my destination for the day. I'm camped at a small family owed "campground" called La Combi which I had read about on several overlander blogs. It's basically a large field with goats and chickens which is mowed around the perimeter as a motocross track. They also have a makeshift playground made of used tires and old oil drums. It's not much but the people are very friendly and it gave me an opportunity to dry out my gear and service the bike. The man offered for me to use any of his tools and showed me where he kept his motor oil and WD-40. That was very kind. Tomorrow I intend to cross into El Salvador. Wish me luck!