Xelaju Xelaju Xelaju

We spent a few more nice days in Livingston, met some Americans and went to Los Siete Altares with them. It is a serious of tiny waterbasins which supposedly should be surrounded by waterfalls, but considering it is the dry season, only one of the basins had water in them. We hiked the five kilometer from Livingston to the sight (a walk and tourist attraction which is supposedly notoriously dangerous and you should always get a police escorte, however we did not...) and at the end of the beach hit the jungle. Five hundred meters into the jungle these basins occured out of nowhere and it was just surreal. The Altar we went swimming in was freezing cold (Livingston and Belize have been so, so hot), so that was very refreshing and it started pouring down with rain so everything got soaked. But, it was interesting to see, and although it would have been nice to see the waterfalls the downpour created some tiny wannabe ones and it was worth the hike.

This morning we headed back to Xela. Caught the boat to Puerto Barrios and got a first class bus to Guatemala City. We got there and as always when you jump of a bus there is ten taxi drivers trying to get hold of you and your luggage. Transport in the capital is pretty stupid organised, each bus company in the country have a terminal and they are often far from each other. We asked one driver who said we had to go to Zona 1, another said Zona 8, one pointed at the bus next to us. In the end I got the lovely Lonely Planet Guide, called (my first phone call in Spanish) one of the bus companies, asked if they had a bus to Xela (buses run mostly in the morning, and are scarce if existent at all in the afternoon and evening) and we headed off there.

Now we have had dinner at McDonalds (first and last time) and I think we might just chill out the rest of the night. Someone in the group is constantly sick of something and at the moment it is Sara so we will go back to the hotel, watch Harry Potter and cheer her up. Have a lovely Sunday!