Its Kella here, shocking I know! Emma is making me finally do one of the blogs! The bus journey to Flores was a lot longer than it needed to be because we were stuck sitting outside in the midday heat for an hour and a half because the bus was late. All of us were slomped out, sweating prefusely, trying to find what ever shade we could. We cheered up though when we discovered there were 10pence ice lollys next door! We were all so tired by the time we got there...

Rio dulce is less of a river and more of a swamp! In fact our two night spent here were actually spent sleeping in wooden shacks above the swamp! our biggest achievement to date is suviving two full nights without falling in! It wasn´t the ugly, pungent type of swamp that you would usually expect. This swamp was more pictuesque as far a swamps can be. Our huts were sheltered under large leafy trees and our rooms connected by narrow wooden floating paths. The ...

On the 31st July we sleepily made our way to Guatemala on our favourite form of Central American transport..the Tikka bus. We arrived bemused and confused, not realising we were even in the country and almost stayed on the bus to Mexico. We made it out and Emma made a quick dash for the nearest Subway to fill our hungry hungry bellies. However, as she approached us with a twinkle in her eyes, the excitement got the better of her causing one of her feet to slip fo...