Rocks, Jocks, and Loch
Although our Guatemala adventure is nearly over, our last few days have been filled with enough activity to warrant their own post. Three days ago, we sadly left El Tortugal and Rio Dulce (but not before partaking in a farewell daquiri and an hour of fishing) for the jungles of northern Guatemala. We elected to take the nice bus, which was great but for the fact that we arrived in Flores in the middle of a rainstorm at night and our hotel was in El Remate, a 40 minute cab ride away. Luckily there were cabs waiting for the bus and one driver agreed to take us for a relatively expensive fee. We arrived at Hotel Mon Ami where we were greeted by the french expat hotel owner. He was very business-like until Liz began speaking French with him and then his eyes shone and a smile appeared. Of course such genial treatment didn´t extend to me (I didn´t want to offend him with my butchering of his romantic language), but Liz´s bi(tri?)-lingual skills served us well. The next morning, we wer