El Mirador: Day 2

The night was noisy, as every night during the rainy season, and even more noisy when an alarm clock goes off in the middle of it (like… 3 am…). No need to precise it’s our lovely guide who fucked up. So, we woke up like flowers (grumpy ones) as Raul went shopping (yes, you can shop at 6 am in this part of the world). He came back full of courage in bottle mixed with a soft: the trek is going to be fun for sure now.

I wish I was kidding

Expecting the worst of Raul, we started the trek on a slow pace in the muddy and humid jungle. The guide was behind (?!?), on his mule, answering ‘STRAIGHT’ to any question.

“Is it right or left?”

“Straight!”

“Up or down?”

“Straight!”

"How do you prefer men?"
"Straight!"

Straight!

Nick forgot quickly the concept of dryness after a short hour, followed by the two other British. Damien and I, happy with our super waterproof shoes, learned quickly how ironic those gears are as they stayed full of water as soon as the path is too flooded. For a normal hike, they are perfect, to ‘swim’: not so much. Meanwhile, Raul was laying on his donkey, having a hard time to articulate his thoughts as much as his gibberish. Two times at least, he felt down from drunkenness, miraculously without hurting himself.

Tarentula

Our new best friend: the sticky web of the Banana-Spider

Supposedly a pawnprint of a tyrannosaur

After a good 10 hours of slow pace hiking, we finally arrived in Tintal, our first stop and unexcavated temple of the old Maya’s empire.

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