Flurry of blog entries now due...my writing duties have been neglected in favour of sun, sea and sand. Hmm...winding my memory back 2 weeks is a tough thing, I think the gears are a little rusty from the sun, sand and salt! Ah! Got it! Tikal, Guatemala. Home of impressive ruins amidst thronging green rainforest jungle. Picture The Jungle Book, only about a century later, and rather than all of the monkeys singing in the trees, lots of tourists clutching cameras edging precariously along the tops of the beautiful historical crumbling Mayan ruins. I was a little jaded by this experience to be honest, feeling like the shepherded tourist I am rather loathe to be. We travelled an entire day´s bus journey from Coban to arrive at the forest as dusk fell, and chanced it with the inner jungle overbooked and overpriced hotels, just for the (dubious) privilege of waking up at 4am, yes 4am, in order to traipse through the jungle to join the hoards of tourists for a ´sunrise over the ruins´. The moment was slightly ruined (ha, scuse the pun) by the camera snaps, crisp packet rustles, and chattering. Otherwise the ruins breaking through the mist with the sun gently glowing through would have been magical. Onwards once again, we hitched a ride back into Flores, and caught a bus to Rio Dulce, a rather sweaty little riverside town which heralded the promise of the gloriously airy wide open sea, and yet failed to deliver any sort of breeze relief. So we sweated, and stewed, got fed up, got ratty, and I think can collectively agree as a group of four that by the next morning, having barely slept in the hideously humid build up and the resulting tyrannical thunderstorms, that we were ready to give the heave ho to Guatemala. Nearly there!