High in the mountains of Todos Santos Cuchumatán, Guatemala, All Saints Day unfolds in dust and color. Men in vivid traditional dress ride horses up and down a dirt track for hours—not to win, but to honor.
Fueled by ritual, pride, and homemade liquor, the race is a test of endurance passed down through generations. There are no prizes, only the weight of history and the eyes of the village.
It’s a celebration that feels both intimate and immense, where every gallop echoes with memory, and tradition clings tightly to the land.