Thursday, June 17, 2010
Thank goodness there were sheep to count on the curtain as I fell asleep!
There were so many tourists around (read sarcasm) that after asking a couple of questions at a travel agency about how to get to Semuc Champey, they came to our hotel at 8pm to try to seal the deal, then semi-chased us down in the street after 10pm while walking back to La Paz after an inexpensive traditional dinner of chicken, pasta and tortillas.
The fresh morning in Coban quickly turned even hotter and more humid as we made our way into the jungle. Because wheeling and dealing never ends, we were first brought to a hostel run by the tourist agency that provided our transportation. They were hoping we would stay at the hippy infested, quiet, remote site, but after learning about some local plants, watching a smelly European do some crystal ball tricks, while another smelly American practiced juggling, we quickly saddled up and headed to El Portal, a hostel located five minutes away from the entrance to Semuc Champey.
Posted by miriam at 1:09 PM