Time limited I couldn’t shower after submerging myself in the sulphuric waters of Rio Dulce. It would not be the first time I had shared my sulphurous odours with my fellow passengers. Next stop would be Flores. The landscape along the way changed significantly, the closer we edged towards Flores the more affluent it seemed. This was highlighted by the lessening of hand painted signs outside shops to slicker signage. Billboards started appearing, advertising 4×4’s and other luxury goods. Malls were passed, Macdonald’s, Burger King and Taco Bell signs, massive and flashing.
A short causeway led us to the island of Flores that sits on Lake Peten. A small, bustling, colourful slice of Guatemala. Arriving at our lakeside hotel we were ecstatic to find we had a balcony room overlooking the lake.
On the way to the restaurant that night we stopped at the main square to watch a women’s basketball game, they were truly kick ass!
Los Amigos Hostel, which also boasts a restaurant was certainly aimed at a hip, young clientele, so we fitted in perfectly.
Vegetarian/vegan food is hard to source in Guatemala so this place was great as it had lots of options. I keep forgetting that these places are focused on Americans, so portion size is huge.
The food took ages so we played games – I lost.
When the food did eventually come it was far too much and this is what I ate. The rest went into a box, promptly turned into a glutinous mush. Then deposited in the bin in the hotel room.
We are getting to know our fellow travellers a bit better. Lewis from Liverpool runs three restaurants and is also a competitive eater. He polished off 30 chicken legs whilst simultaneously making a sculpture of the bones.
All the cool dudes!
Random Acts of Travelling 