The night the lights of civilization marching, we arrived at Tegucigalpa. The bus stops. Erik Will there? We take our pouches and descend. "Hey guys, what's up?" It is always nice to be greeted at the exit of a bus, it was long it does not happen. We jump in a cab to his hotel. This is not the smartest nor the most ugly. We only stay one night then it will be fine. Not a shop to open, we headed to a gas station to eat. On the menu, burgers of the most basic, soda will. No doubt it approaches the United States. While we eat out of the guys are revved their customs, their polishent body and tell the box with their elbows on the door-open throttle. Not to say a nice kebab kékés. Everyone joined up shop.
a coffee in the lobby of the hotel. We recover our bags and head for the bus terminal where we need to find a bus to a town north of Copan, d e there we will be able to find a bus to this small town where the ruins of the Mayan city. Erik decided to accompany us. Arriving da ns neighborhood, we immediately understand that we do not travel first class. Check in half an hour, just enough time to put on a good breakfast for us to wait before departure. The road will be long, a good 6 hours. Nothing to report to a stop in a big stat ion where Laetitia was almost missed the bus, with Erik at his Research and me trying to explain to the driver she was going back ... All this does not prevent us from arriving on time in the small town of Copan. A place quite charming, cobbled streets, small houses in your very colonial. Men in Cowboy hat and Texas, and those who park in front of banks give a western modern with their shotguns. We find a charming hotel, we set all three in the same room restriction bud ary forces. At night we start dragging our soles in the city, buy some cigars and bottles. We sat on the square to watch a music concert by religious circles of smoke.
The next day we resumed our cloak of supercoils and we take a leadership tuctuc the es es ruin of Copan, one of the most cited of late Mayan era. U
n pleasant site, wooded, beautiful stelae, temples and few people. In short everything you would expect from such a place. N ll learn out there in other ruins to visit a little further that they are composed of many homes. The day after we recidivism Tuc tuc. Passing the main site we see a crowd of people with the b Anderol, no doubt it is an event that has nothing cultural. The driver confirms this, it is the local peasants who show no doubt demand for money, apparently the interests of our drivers are not the same as those of peasants. We leave this ugly character! And we go visit. Soon we're approached by a guide, this time we accept. Beautiful golf in the woods deserted of tourists, probably frightened by the protesters upstream. Back to hitchhike on the back of a pickup, that the joy of being upright hair in the wind ...
Back to the village to talk the sequence of events. Erik still does not know if it goes directly to Belize to join her aunt before leaving for Seattle. Much indecision before I go out a cigar and a beer and agreed to continue the road to Tikal, another major city of the Mayan empire with us at least to the point closest to Belize. And here we are equipped and sweating the next day to speak with a reel of minibuses, which in passing we announced a price more than twice that we know. We use the usual technique of one who is not willing to take that bus and wait for the next, the price immediately joined the local course. An hour later we're at the border with Guatemala. The sun gives way to a downpour, but we have time we embark on another minibus for another hour away. We arrive in a medium sized city, dirty, polluted, with touts who jump on us just out of the bus ... And it connects with another bus to a town farther north. The meter is running and the night arrives. We descend on the outskirts of town, cross the road to get to the pharmacy to inform us on the buses that go to Tikal. There a. But the guy wants us to cough up the entire route from the starting point of the bus. And this bus goes here about 23 hours. Scenery: some barracks, station service and the gentleman who announces that pa g fro 21 hours the area is infamous. Two choices, sleep in this rotten hole and wait for the next day to travel or take the bus. We are tired, hungry, unable to make a decision, let go of the nerves, we yell at each other. The person from the Office
has a solution. We take a bus to a little further, included in the package, and we can in this place better reputation, which must wait for the bus to take us to our final destination. Everything goes as planned, after two hours the bus we loose all three in a huge gas station. It is 20 hours. Erik hopes to here take a bus to a town farther north where it should pick up a boat to Belize. Looking at the map and the bus route that we take we understand that his interest is to take the same as us. Especially since he had taken the bus did not stop. It would therefore be condemned to sleep under the stars in the station. The bus arrives, we sit in our reserved seats, Erik was not so lucky he's on a stool in the aisle. The night passes as she can. No air conditioning, frequent stops ... At dawn we say goodbye to Erik and descend to cross a road. It's 6 o'clock in the morning, we're almost there. The line is straight, great fatigue, heavy bags, but there is still a little cool at night and birds sing. We finally arrive at the village and seek a place to grab a coffee and end up in a cabin that is a museum, bar, shop all covered in a thick layer of dust. The guy served us coffee with a strong odor but, om Elette with two eggs he has left. And here he pushes the song while showing us his small museum ... he even managed to show earrings to Laetitia for her to buy him. They are not bad, the problem is that he has one. Nevermind, it brings pearls, apart from other jewelry while we launch from time to time a hard look that turns immediately into a loud laugh that ends in fraternal poetic frenzy ... In short we do not know if we're very tired or if we are still in the bus dreaming this scene worthy of a half-sleep between dreams and reality. We leave this difficult strange character to his madness and take a bus to the park entrance which houses the ruins of Tikal. As a salute our RRIV rain comes to cleanse us from our fatigue with plenty of water. We go to the three hotels to evaluate their bids ... not so easy with torrents that form in the paths. But we eventually find one quite to our taste. Here we are far from good hotels usually markets we frequent: lamp, thicker mattresses, nice view over the tropical gardens where hummingbirds foraging on flowers. How good a little luxury, too, because we all need to even leave the room to wash us in the shared bathroom ... in luxury we took the cheapest. By the evening we extend our stay by a luxurious dinner at the hotel for the price very European ... it even adds to all this wine, we gain strength for tomorrow morning we plan to go soon dawn on the site for the pleasant light of dawn, the chirping of birds, maybe see a toucan that Laetitia looks in each forest that we are experiencing now that we have addressed the equatorial zone and a comfortable temperature.
The whoop, we
lot of sleep. A good shower and we're in the booth where we take our tickets. Everything would be perfect if the mosquitoes had not decided to come join us also. But after the Amazon, we close that learned to control our annoyance against this horrible insect. Fortunately the view from the first temple which discovered through the thick vegetation makes us forget the little things and we're under the spell of ancient Mayan cities. The site being dispersed we walk into the jungle to reach the different groups, always on the lookout for the toucan and his cry of a frog. But it does not show up. After three hours and have discovered the main group consists of two pyramids that face each other, and some residential buildings, we return to a hearty breakfast at the hotel before leaving to explore the rest of the site. And eventually we will see our toucan in flight, just a few seconds to admire her figure and her big black yellow bill and see it disappear into the tree groves. It is eleven o'clock, we are happy and we walk joyfully, glad to have seen our toucan. We climb to the top of the pyramids, our picnic under the trees while the monkeys move from branch to branch. A nice day in the heart of Mayan history. Tikal was the Mayan city most influential of the classical period, it owes to the fall of the city El Mirador, which dominated the first period and the ouster of his rival to the north. Its successor the international star of Mexican cultural tourism, the widely recognized Chichen Itza. It is 18 o'clock, the sun sets and gives way to rain torrential. It is time to desert the site as most tourists and we return to our little room at the shelter from the weather and mosquitoes.
Farewell Tikal, we continue our journey west to the charming town of Flores.
a coffee in the lobby of the hotel. We recover our bags and head for the bus terminal where we need to find a bus to a town north of Copan, d e there we will be able to find a bus to this small town where the ruins of the Mayan city. Erik decided to accompany us. Arriving da ns neighborhood, we immediately understand that we do not travel first class. Check in half an hour, just enough time to put on a good breakfast for us to wait before departure. The road will be long, a good 6 hours. Nothing to report to a stop in a big stat ion where Laetitia was almost missed the bus, with Erik at his Research and me trying to explain to the driver she was going back ... All this does not prevent us from arriving on time in the small town of Copan. A place quite charming, cobbled streets, small houses in your very colonial. Men in Cowboy hat and Texas, and those who park in front of banks give a western modern with their shotguns. We find a charming hotel, we set all three in the same room restriction bud ary forces. At night we start dragging our soles in the city, buy some cigars and bottles. We sat on the square to watch a music concert by religious circles of smoke.
The next day we resumed our cloak of supercoils and we take a leadership tuctuc the es es ruin of Copan, one of the most cited of late Mayan era. U
n pleasant site, wooded, beautiful stelae, temples and few people. In short everything you would expect from such a place. N ll learn out there in other ruins to visit a little further that they are composed of many homes. The day after we recidivism Tuc tuc. Passing the main site we see a crowd of people with the b Anderol, no doubt it is an event that has nothing cultural. The driver confirms this, it is the local peasants who show no doubt demand for money, apparently the interests of our drivers are not the same as those of peasants. We leave this ugly character! And we go visit. Soon we're approached by a guide, this time we accept. Beautiful golf in the woods deserted of tourists, probably frightened by the protesters upstream. Back to hitchhike on the back of a pickup, that the joy of being upright hair in the wind ... Back to the village to talk the sequence of events. Erik still does not know if it goes directly to Belize to join her aunt before leaving for Seattle. Much indecision before I go out a cigar and a beer and agreed to continue the road to Tikal, another major city of the Mayan empire with us at least to the point closest to Belize. And here we are equipped and sweating the next day to speak with a reel of minibuses, which in passing we announced a price more than twice that we know. We use the usual technique of one who is not willing to take that bus and wait for the next, the price immediately joined the local course. An hour later we're at the border with Guatemala. The sun gives way to a downpour, but we have time we embark on another minibus for another hour away. We arrive in a medium sized city, dirty, polluted, with touts who jump on us just out of the bus ... And it connects with another bus to a town farther north. The meter is running and the night arrives. We descend on the outskirts of town, cross the road to get to the pharmacy to inform us on the buses that go to Tikal. There a. But the guy wants us to cough up the entire route from the starting point of the bus. And this bus goes here about 23 hours. Scenery: some barracks, station service and the gentleman who announces that pa g fro 21 hours the area is infamous. Two choices, sleep in this rotten hole and wait for the next day to travel or take the bus. We are tired, hungry, unable to make a decision, let go of the nerves, we yell at each other. The person from the Office
has a solution. We take a bus to a little further, included in the package, and we can in this place better reputation, which must wait for the bus to take us to our final destination. Everything goes as planned, after two hours the bus we loose all three in a huge gas station. It is 20 hours. Erik hopes to here take a bus to a town farther north where it should pick up a boat to Belize. Looking at the map and the bus route that we take we understand that his interest is to take the same as us. Especially since he had taken the bus did not stop. It would therefore be condemned to sleep under the stars in the station. The bus arrives, we sit in our reserved seats, Erik was not so lucky he's on a stool in the aisle. The night passes as she can. No air conditioning, frequent stops ... At dawn we say goodbye to Erik and descend to cross a road. It's 6 o'clock in the morning, we're almost there. The line is straight, great fatigue, heavy bags, but there is still a little cool at night and birds sing. We finally arrive at the village and seek a place to grab a coffee and end up in a cabin that is a museum, bar, shop all covered in a thick layer of dust. The guy served us coffee with a strong odor but, om Elette with two eggs he has left. And here he pushes the song while showing us his small museum ... he even managed to show earrings to Laetitia for her to buy him. They are not bad, the problem is that he has one. Nevermind, it brings pearls, apart from other jewelry while we launch from time to time a hard look that turns immediately into a loud laugh that ends in fraternal poetic frenzy ... In short we do not know if we're very tired or if we are still in the bus dreaming this scene worthy of a half-sleep between dreams and reality. We leave this difficult strange character to his madness and take a bus to the park entrance which houses the ruins of Tikal. As a salute our RRIV rain comes to cleanse us from our fatigue with plenty of water. We go to the three hotels to evaluate their bids ... not so easy with torrents that form in the paths. But we eventually find one quite to our taste. Here we are far from good hotels usually markets we frequent: lamp, thicker mattresses, nice view over the tropical gardens where hummingbirds foraging on flowers. How good a little luxury, too, because we all need to even leave the room to wash us in the shared bathroom ... in luxury we took the cheapest. By the evening we extend our stay by a luxurious dinner at the hotel for the price very European ... it even adds to all this wine, we gain strength for tomorrow morning we plan to go soon dawn on the site for the pleasant light of dawn, the chirping of birds, maybe see a toucan that Laetitia looks in each forest that we are experiencing now that we have addressed the equatorial zone and a comfortable temperature. The whoop, we
lot of sleep. A good shower and we're in the booth where we take our tickets. Everything would be perfect if the mosquitoes had not decided to come join us also. But after the Amazon, we close that learned to control our annoyance against this horrible insect. Fortunately the view from the first temple which discovered through the thick vegetation makes us forget the little things and we're under the spell of ancient Mayan cities. The site being dispersed we walk into the jungle to reach the different groups, always on the lookout for the toucan and his cry of a frog. But it does not show up. After three hours and have discovered the main group consists of two pyramids that face each other, and some residential buildings, we return to a hearty breakfast at the hotel before leaving to explore the rest of the site. And eventually we will see our toucan in flight, just a few seconds to admire her figure and her big black yellow bill and see it disappear into the tree groves. It is eleven o'clock, we are happy and we walk joyfully, glad to have seen our toucan. We climb to the top of the pyramids, our picnic under the trees while the monkeys move from branch to branch. A nice day in the heart of Mayan history. Tikal was the Mayan city most influential of the classical period, it owes to the fall of the city El Mirador, which dominated the first period and the ouster of his rival to the north. Its successor the international star of Mexican cultural tourism, the widely recognized Chichen Itza. It is 18 o'clock, the sun sets and gives way to rain torrential. It is time to desert the site as most tourists and we return to our little room at the shelter from the weather and mosquitoes. Farewell Tikal, we continue our journey west to the charming town of Flores.
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