After our stop in Copan we left Honduras. I had a little bit of trouble with imigration. I did not understand enough Spanish to understand an explanation by the inspector. It just turned out that they wanted the small service fee that we had been expecting.
When we arriv ed in the small town of Rio Dulce we were immediatly put on a waiting boat and wisked off to our hotel.
Our hotel was the first touristic place we had been in Guatemala. It was a nice place on an island in the middle of the Rio Dulce. I believe that the resort took up the entire island. It was nice to be able to chat with other english speakers. It really reaffirmed that we have made the switch from being tourists to being travelers. I had to remind myself that we have travelled like that too. It has only been through time and experience that our comfort level has expanded one step at a time.
Our hotel cabana was a little hut set on stilts out over the water. It reminded me less of the cabanas you see in the Carribian tourist pages and more of the pictures of rural homes along the Bayou. Banjo music playing earily in the distance would not have been out of place.
After our stop in Copan we left Honduras. I had a little bit of trouble with imigration. I did not understand enough Spanish to understand an explanation by the inspector. It just turned out that they wanted the small service fee that we had been expecting.
When we arriv ed in the small town of Rio Dulce we were immediatly put on a waiting boat and wisked off to our hotel. 
Our hotel was the first touristic place we had been in Guatemala. It was a nice place on an island in the middle of the Rio Dulce. I believe that the resort took up the entire island. It was nice to be able to chat with other english speakers. It really reaffirmed that we have made the switch from being tourists to being travelers. I had to remind myself that we have travelled like that too. It has only been through time and experience that our comfort level has expanded one step at a time.
Our hotel cabana was a little hut set on stilts out over the water. It reminded me less of the cabanas you see in the Carribian tourist pages and more of the pictures of rural homes along the Bayou. Banjo music playing earily in the distance would not have been out of place.
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