At 8:30 in the morning, Jenni and Asaf waved to me from the dock as I made a final trip across the river to Rio Dulce. Gary-the-Hotel-Owner told me it would take four-and-a-half hours to get to Copí¡n Ruinas in Honduras. It was about twice that. In Rio Dulce there were no armed guards monitoring our entry to the bus this time. We didn’t even have to buy a ticket till we were on our way. […]
Read moreMonth: January 2012
Planet of the Apes
Today, several of us from the Kanga Hotel took Gary’s recommendations (again) for nearby places to explore. He boated us across the river and dropped us at the colectivo stop in Rio Dulce. Let me remind you about colectivos. They are similar in size to those extra-big-family-sized vans you see around the States. Unlike most vans in the U.S., they’re bashed up outside, torn up inside, and they rattle. The idea is for the van […]
Read moreBabies for Sale
I hadn’t been gone but a few hours when my planned itinerary changed. Here is a map. In green is where I went and had planned to go. Blue is where I thought I’d go, but didn’t. Red is where I didn’t think I’d go, but did. Doncha know. Wherever I go, most people are younger than I am. I’m surrounded by travelers my children’s ages. One man told me he admired the way I […]
Read moreBy the Light of the Silvery Mooooon
Why is it that, no matter how carefully I plan, I always need something from the bottom of my suitcase just before I leave? In preparation for my departure I distributed my dinero strategically: “robber money” in my pocketbook and pockets, in case someone demands it, and Ginna money stashed in my socks, glasses case and elsewhere. I hope I can find it all again. The van to Guatemala City was small, crowded and uncomfortable. […]
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