A 'taxi' ride later and we were at the Guatemalan border. Polite, if a little stern, officials stamped all the right bits of paper for us and we were on our way.
The minibus ride to Flores was a rich experience. Only parts of the road were tarmaced, so for the stretches that weren't, we bumped and jumped our way along missing as many of the potholes as possible. The landscape strangely feels noticeably different - very lush and agricultural - and we saw some lovely scenes of people going about their day-to-lives in the little settlements we passed.
Our first glimpse of the lake here at Flores was pretty spectacular and much to our delight we were given a room in our hotel with a stunning lake view.
We've spent the afternoon acquainting ourselves with this fascinating and picturesque little town and finished the day by watching the sunset from Il Terazzo, an amazing little restaurant just next to where we're staying. We also spied Helen and Rachel (fellow Raggamuffin sailors) from our birdseye post, so have had a lovely evening catching up.
Right, I better call it a night. We rise at 4am in the morning to catch a bus to the ancient Mayan settlement of Tikal. So, I will tell my newly acquired Guatemalan worry doll what's on my mind (won't take long!) and pop her under my pillow. Goodnight!
P.S. I don't know what all the fuss about safety was for. The policemen with machine guns who stopped our minibus at a checkpoint were very smiley and the bar we went to for lunch had a strict 'no firearms' policy ;o)
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Location:Flores, Guatemala
Keep enjoying, looking forward to seeing the photos, are you sure you didn't fall in the river?
ReplyDeletePlease no romance with policemen with machine guns, young lady!! We're keeping an eye on you! :)
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