pahapeeta

Updated: July 22, 2026

I waited for them several times in vain and finally pushed on to the sweltering, heat-pulsating town of Pahapeeta, where every hut sold bottled firewater and a diminutive box of matches cost a dollar. Grass huts tucked away in dense groves along the route were inhabited by all but naked brown people, kindly disposed, so it required no exertion, toward a passing stranger.

Harry Alverson Franck - Tramping Through Mexico, Guatemala and Honduras — Being the Random Notes of an Incurable Vagabond