Living on the edge...literally

We didn't actually enter the city of Huehuetenango, turning from the paved road onto a very narrow one-lane (that's only half of a narrow lane for each direction) dirt track which headed up the mountain.  The scenery was pleasant and everything seemed fine until a vehicle approached coming the opposite direction.  There really isn't quite enough room for the two vehicles to pass, so the one on the outside is in great danger of actually falling off of a cliff.  This happens every time another vehicle is encountered which was probably five or six times during the 20-minute climb.  There are small crosses at the edge of the road marking the places where people have fallen to their deaths.  And of course there are no guard rails.  I found myself wondering what sort of skinny four-wheel-drive vehicle would be the best for this dangerous drive which we would have to make every time we needed groceries or anything at all from the city.  A week later when Archimandrite Michael came from Nueva Concepcion to get us he arrived in the wee hours of the morning and chose to stay at a little hotel near the turn off from the main highway rather than ascend the mountain during the dark.  I'm still not sure if this was just because of the narrow treacherous road, or if he was worried about bandits as well.  In any case, if this trek down the mountain cannot be made at night then the seminary will need to be ready to deal with whatever might come up such as medical first aid.