Tikal, Flores, and camping
March 19th, 2009I’m sitting here in the library (as my graphics card decided to die on my laptop the week I returned from Guatamala), and the woman next to me has sighed perhaps 15 times since sitting down. Distracting to the extreme. What in the world could warrant such consternation? Oh, there she goes again. <sigh>
I played down the camping bit in this email as the group I was sending it to included various family members, who no doubt would have had their eyebrows raised if I had mentioned that it was a two person tent that I was sharing with a guy I met the day before, and was squeezing myself next to, in order to sleep. Details details.
February 13, 2009
Okay, stopped the journal I was writing in that previous email for some breakfast, and now I’m back at the computer.
As promised, my adventures in Tikal. I took another Chicken bus to Flores from Rio Dulce, which probably had capacity for 40 people and they smashed about 80 in there. I got a seat but my fellow traveler wasn´t so lucky and stood the entire 4 hours!
Tikal, for those of you that don’t know, is a huge complex of Mayan ruins in the rainforest of northern Guatemala. It’s about an hour and half from Flores, a little lake side town, so most people end up staying here and heading to Tikal for a daytrip. That was my original plan, before I got talked into camping on the Tikal campgrounds by some folks I met in Rio Dulce, so that I could see the sunset and sunrise the next morning sitting on the temple steps. So that’s what we did. Got to Tikal about 3pm and headed straight into the park, to the Gran Plaza, which has two huge pyramid type temples facing one another. The sun was already going down, and the ruins were pretty empty of all the day trippers, so it was magnificent climbing up on one of the temple steps (about a 200 feet staircase up the side) and catching the waning light over the steps of the other temple across the way. The dark came pretty quickly afterwards so we went back to campgrounds– no lights around, so the sky was lit up with the stars and nothing else. Since we’re so close to the equator, the moon takes a while to get up there as well.
Anyway, through the night it was fairly okay, but then it started raining pretty early on, which turned into a downpour, which turned us into drowned rats of sorts. I had my raincoat and figured the whole day would be a washout, but we headed into the park anyways, and luckily the sun burned most of the rain off in about an hour. The rest of the park was equally amazing, with a couple temples that rose about the rainforest canopy to give you the most amazing view out over it. Temple V was by far the highest, with mind-numbing stairs to climb to the top. No joke, about 300 feet or so of an 80 degree climb. Good thing that I’m mostly okay with heights. It being Guatemala, there were no railings at the top, just amazing views. 🙂
Anyway, this morning I’m taking it a little easy in Flores, and just soaking up the sites around here before taking a night bus back down to Guatemala City. From there I head to Lago Atitlan, where the Hospitalito is. I start working in the Hospital on Sunday, so I’m soaking the last of my free time up before heading down. Still, I’m looking forward to it seeing what the Hospital will be like, and getting into the fray.