my head lolls forward, back, snaps straight jerking me out of sleep. We´re screaming down a paved road, misty windows in the pounding rain, 6am.
Muddy streets, muddy faces, a cross road town 2.5 hours from Coban, a twenty minute wait, and crumbling muffins for breakfast.
head lolls back, not forward, the next mini bus. Forward there is a 9 or 10 year old mayan boy, practically sitting in my lap. surrounded - are there 25 people in this bus? At least 12 in the drivers row and first back row, designed for about 4. legs hurt.
beads of sweat join my upper lip and forehead over the next legs - boat , minibus, schoolbus ride over the puente. Slight sweat, makes yesterdays bug bites itch.
we arrive in stone cool (almost) Flores, the steets smell of whitewash and tourism, drank a beer and squinted in the sun over lunch of fired chicken and grilled fruit. Manana - Tikal. Yesterday - Semuc Champey, blue pools and cliff diving.
from my journal, excuse the odd style.
Posted by choppen5 at December 20, 2002 09:57 PM | TrackBack