The Road to Flores

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We left Chetumal quite early but managed to miss our bus, which meant hanging around a sweaty bus station for two hours. Which would have been okay, but we had the shits, the toilets were closed, and a big American tried to scam us out of our money. The worst part of it all was that he initially thought that we were bible bashing Yanks - he saw Charlie reading her pocket diary and thought it was a pocket bible, then approached us talking really quickly about how he´d lost his bags, his family was stranded, he was a Pastor from Philly and - Praise the Lord - could we help a Brother in need? He was very convincing, but we asked him to give us a couple of minutes and realised he was full of bullshit (Praise the Lord). Funny now, but a little unnerving at the time. We don´t look anything like Sherman Tanks.

The journey to Belize was pretty comfortable, even the boarder crossing, which lulled us into a false sense of security for the second leg. We reached Belize at lunchtime, and stepped into an over populated oven. It was mental, but interesting. A bit like how I imagine Jamaica to be like. Unfortunately we´d only eaten immodium tablets, so we were hungry, hot and confused. Which is not how the C-Team works at all.

We found a shuttle going to Flores and grabbed it. Everything was going okay, apart from the Czech tourists, until we crossed into Guatemala. The road disappeared and the huslters came out of the jungle. Gave me the right hump.

After bouncing around the shuttle for another lifetime we got dropped off at a hotel we´d seen in the Rough Guide. It was in there because it was fucking rough, but it was £5 a night and we had our own bathroom (which was very important due to our regular and embarrasing bowel howls).

Flores is cool. It´s on a huge lake called Peten Itza, and has been at the hub of the regions community for thousands of years. Which is nice. Not a great deal to do in Flores as it´s small and getting abit touristy. There aren´t many great restuarants but an awsome place for breakfast is Cool Beans. As long as you don´t sit behind the Yank Twat talking loudly about deconstructing his ego, giving it a name and talking to it. We had to leave before Chesta got the rage.

Spent a couple of days walking around in circles, found lots of great local beer called Moza, met a really cool couple - Dee (West Ham) and Dan (Pompy) - and relaxed. Looking forward to meeting up with the D-Team back in Blighty.