Saturday 9 November 2013
Nothing
much to report except went on a chicken bus to get to Flores to see Tikal. Going over the river border there’s really no
choice but to hop on a local bus. It’s
unseemly and undignified and they played really uncool Guatemalan music, very
loudly. For the first two hours after getting into Guatemala we drove down a pot holed river of mud. But it was an experience. Locals getting on with their sacks of corn
and other knick knacks. Interesting, if
not exactly enjoyable. Got to Flores and picked up the hire-car Trevor had organised. Ah, luxury.
