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Small island near
the boat. We anchored here on our last night
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Swimming in the
lake
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Our
"huge cabin" on the
boat
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One of the last views from deck.
Rio Dulce lies just ahead
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16. April: I woke up on the boat earlier than usual, it
must have been due to some noise in the jungle or the heat or some movement on the vessel.
Everything seemed so quiet and peaceful. I decided to
have an early morning swim from the boat. Annewien
helped attach the ladder to the side of the boat so we could
climb into the water.
So in we went! The water was warmer than it
looked and wonderfully refreshing. Soon after we got out of the water, our cook Hans had
breakfast ready. Today it was a type of pancake. With it's cardboard taste, you couldn't
eat is as is - some of our fellow passengers were generously
applying butter and grape jelly on it. That was the only way it
tasted like something.
There was hardly any wind, so Cap started the boat's motor and the boat
glided through the smooth water. It was not
long when he stopped again. Everyone was allowed a swim here. There
was a lot of wild jumping into the water, but somehow the mood on the boat was down-beat.
There was no music, which was quite odd and not much talking. Then Cap suddenly
broke the silence by turning on
his tape deck with a romantic-songs collection. I'd suspected something with
one or both of the single
girls and this sort of confirmed it. Perhaps everyone was a bit
sad that today was the last day of the sailing trip. Everyone did seem to want an
extension!
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Wir werden durch die Sonne und laut schreiende Affen gegen
5.30 h geweckt. Die ersten Frühaufsteher beginnen sich zu bewegen. Es ist, abgesehen von
den schreienden Affen, unglaublich ruhig, die Wasseroberfläche spiegelglatt, der Wind
völlig abgeflacht. Roman macht einen Morgenschwumm. Ich glaube, wir haben eine neue
gemeinsame Passion entdeckt: Wasser! In, auf oder unter Wasser, alles, wo man sich im
Nassen bewegen kann, tut gut. Es freut mich, dass Roman die Segelreise mag, obwohl vieles
beim Segeln ja beschwerlich ist: Badezimmer und Schlafzimmer sind eng. Duschen ist nicht
möglich, waschen tut man sich entweder mit dem Eimer oder im Wasser
selbst. Auch Rasieren
ist aufwändig und auf diese Weise sehe ich Roman erstmals mit 4-Tage-Bart. Es scheint ihm
nicht viel auszumachen, zum Glück!Heute Morgen ist eine Totenstille an Bord. Die einen
haben vermutlich einen Kater, die anderen eine durchwachte Nacht und ein paar andere sind
müde vom nackt-nachtbaden
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Our Catamaran in Rio Dulce
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Cap on his transfer boat
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We sailed on to the harbour at Rio Dulce where
we had started our journey 3 days ago.
There was a big discussion raging on
board between the others as to how they would continue their further
travels. Six of the passengers wanted to
somehow continue to Copan in Honduras, and they were debating how best to make the trip.
Most wanted to take a shuttle to there and share the cost. The option of staying another night on
the boat was also open, perhaps out of nostalgia, perhaps due to it being a cheap option,
although I couldn't imagine it to be for it's comfort!
Cap took his outboard and headed
quickly off to land, as usual without saying a word where he was going to and when he was
going to back.
It took quite awhile and then we saw him making his way back in another
small outboard. Most probably the outboard on board was not suitable to carry 3 people plus
luggage.
We were the first to board the boat since I was quite happy to be heading
back towards
land again (I certainly was the only one!).
When we landed, we shook hands with Cap and bade him farewell, now
was his turn to be feeling sour. Perhaps it was because we only gave him a tip of 20
Quetzales (the cook got 30Q, we felt he had done much more using "PMM
ratings"). Well, it
was his own fault. A more cheerful, talkative and informative captain would have earned
more, but I guess he was just reflecting his inner attitude and that's not really what us
tourists wanted to see during holidays.
After
getting off the boat we headed straight to the Pizzeria Bar at the pier.
Annewien meanwhile went to
the bus station to check our bus connection with Linea Dorada to
Flores/Tikal. It took quite a
while till she came back. She said that our ticket was 'invalid', since it was
apparently 'unconfirmed'! Well, darn!
Anyway, we decided to eat first. We ordered a Pizza Margarita between us, discussed our
plan and then went back to the bus agent together.
The agent at least
let us call Miguel, our travel agent in Panajachel. He actually was there in his office
and said everything was 'ok' and he couldn't confirm yet because of the Semana Santa
holidays. I handed over the handset with Miguel on the line to the bus lady and they
talked for quite awhile. Miguel seemed to have a way with Guatemalan women: she was
smiling straight away when she started talking to him and nothing was a problem anymore! I
made the mistake afterwards to ask her how much the call cost and she had the nerve to say
8 Q.
The bus would leave at 14:30 instead of the 13:30 as Miguel
had stated in Panajachel, but at least we could travel. So we went back to the Pizzeria
for a beer-wait, it was so hot in Rio Dulce at midday!
While in the Pizzeria, John the
Swede walks in, sits at our table and we converse. He has a Tommy Hilfiger T-Shirt on,
he says he buys them dirt cheap for about 10Q, wears them till they're dirty and then just
throws them away! He is a truck driver back in Sweden, and he seems quite proud and happy
that he is one, says he earns well. He's off to Antigua next.
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Um 11.00 h werden wir vom Captain wieder an Land gebracht. Wir
versuchen herausszufinden, von wo aus unser Bus nach Tikal startet. Schlimme
Nachrichten:
Die Frau am Schalter meint, unsere Reservation sei nicht bestätigt (und wir hatten sie
bereits bezahlt!) und der Bus fahre erst um 14.30 h. Wir rufen unseren Travel Agent in
Panajachel an und der bringt die Sache zum Glück wieder in Ordnung.
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Riverside
Pizzeria at Rio Dulce: Start and End-point of the sailing trip
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In
the luxury Linea Dorada bus to Tikal
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The bus to Flores is
pure luxury, with the driver dressed like an airline pilot, a hostess on board
who serves
coffee, and really great seats. It's a double-decker style of bus,
with seats high off the road. We climb
the stairs to the upper deck and take our seats.
The bus takes off, strangely driving quite
slowly. 10 minutes into our ride we haven't gotten far and we suddenly stop right after Rio
Dulce!
It gets so hot inside the bus, while we wait, wait,
wait. We change seats, hoping to find a cooler place out of the
sun.
Suddenly the video flickers on and they show
the movie 'Red Planet'. I'm not really in the
mood for a video, so I try to doze a bit.
Annewien goes to check what's going on, it seems the
personnel is busy with their sleeves up trying to repair some unidentified part of the
bus. The stewardess says that once the problem is fixed we'll be on our way
'muy rapido'.
It seems like forever till we take off
again! It is 17:00. The driver actually does drive 'muy rapido', which is a bit too fast for my liking! It's starting to get dark now.
Moreover the bus has quite a soft suspension and I'm concerned that we'll be off the road
if we'd go any faster!
The visit to the toilet was quite a hair
raising experience, trying to hold on to
something and anything while peeing, careful not to bump some fragile body parts
(such as my head) against the toilet.
At last we reach first Santa Elena and then Flores and
the whole town is in DARKNESS, no lights at all!
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Um 14.45 h kommt der Bus endlich. Er fährt sehr langsam und
nach 10 Minuten hat er eine Panne und hält am Strassenrand an. Wir warten eineinhalb
Stunden, bis alles repariert ist. Zum Glück hat der Bus eine AC und wir bekommen ein
Kaffee-ähnliches Getränk serviert. Die Fahrt führt durch eine schöne
Landschaft, sehr
grün und viele Palmen. Um 19.30 h kommen wir in Flores an. Alles ist stockdunkel und
etwas unheimlich. Plötzlich dämmert es uns: Stromausfall! Mir kommen die Armed Robbers
in den Sinn.
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The
countryside on the way the Tikal
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The
fork Santa Elena, Tikal. It's night by now
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They have a power failure in
Flores and there are no streetlights, which doesn't really help with our vision of 'armed
robbers' lurking everywhere there is any darkness! I'm really thankful that we already have a
booked hotel room in Flores and that we don't have to look for one
right now!
Flores is quite small, and with the help of
the small map in Lonely Planet and asking someone in the street we found our
Hotel 'La Mesa de
los Maya'. The hotel has candles lit in the lobby, the guy at the reception knows we were coming, so he
took us straight to our room.
The room has a/c (air conditioner) and is quite nice.
Annewien goes to our room neighbours (since everyone has their doors open because of the
missing light) so see if they have some candles.
Soon, the electricity is back again and
we're glad it wasn't away for long.
We hit the street to find a place to eat. We walk a bit through
the small streets of Flores, and after checking two or three rather uninspiring
restaurants, we eat in a young touristy 'English' restaurant with rather exceptionally
good food (imagine, I had a chicken cordon
bleu!). They had a video movie running on TV in English and
everyone's gaze was transfixed to the tube.
We'd wanted to do some Internet afterwards as well, but
the last store was just closing at 22:00 (boy was it hot inside!) so
no surfing today.
We
walk to the town square, which is slightly elevated
and check out a
place playing some salsa. But there's just one couple dancing inside and it's too hot
to dance anyway, so we head back to our hotel.
At the reception, we book the
bus transport to Tikal for the next morning.
We sleep with our a/c alternately on and
off, since it is still quite warm outside.
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Ich krame sofort meine Taschenlampe hervor und wir begeben
uns eiligst auf die Hotelsuche. Zum Glück ist Flores so klein, dass wir unser Hotel auch
im Dunkeln finden. Es ist sehr sauber und gepflegt. Und endlich haben wir wieder etwas
mehr Platz. Ich bin todmüde. Wir gehen noch etwas essen um 22.00 h kippe ich ins
Bett.
Alles andere verschieben wir auf Morgen.
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