I had been moving across Central America in a van, living off of other travellers' stories, and exploring on my own. I returned to Lake Atitlan after dropping off my last travelling companion, and I discovered a fantastic place to set up tent right next to the lake. I was once again living the dream alone as I sat on a jetty that protruded into the lake and watched the sunset. I was aware that something noteworthy was taking place there, and today it is known as BitcoinLake!