On Sunday morning we left the hotel at 8am by boat. We had a private speedboat. We sped up the river passing the large tourist groups that we had meet the night before. We would then stop at a sight visit the sight for a time period and then pass up the tourist boat again while they plodded from point A to point B. There had been quite a few minor glitchs on our private tour. Things not being explained, reservations not being made etc.. They were all fairly easily worked out but added a small amount of stress for us minimal Spanish speakers. However, as we were crusing around the Rio Dulce we were feeling quite smug.
The Spanish Castillo that gaurds the port inland from our hotel was pretty amazing to visit. While it was not a huge building it was a maze of little hallways, rooms, passages and secret passages. This is probably the best representation of what I think of as a castle.
"Fire the cannons!!!". (Well, it was cute the first 20 or so times.) Lindsey had a bad case of Fire the cannon giggles.
Unfortunately with all the rain much of the stone surfaces were quite slick. I managed to take a good spill on the stone stairways. I managed to flip right backwads onto my backpack with the computer in it and my camera in my hand. Now all three of us have battle scars (the computer, the camera, and myself). Fortunately none of us were broken. I told our boat driver that I had been in a battle with pirates. It sounded better than, I slipped on the stairs.
On Sunday morning we left the hotel at 8am by boat. We had a private speedboat. We sped up the river passing the large tourist groups that we had meet the night before. We would then stop at a sight visit the sight for a time period and then pass up the tourist boat again while they plodded from point A to point B. There had been quite a few minor glitchs on our private tour. Things not being explained, reservations not being made etc.. They were all fairly easily worked out but added a small amount of stress for us minimal Spanish speakers. However, as we were crusing around the Rio Dulce we were feeling quite smug.
The Spanish Castillo that gaurds the port inland from our hotel was pretty amazing to visit. While it was not a huge building it was a maze of little hallways, rooms, passages and secret passages. This is probably the best representation of what I think of as a castle.
"Fire the cannons!!!". (Well, it was cute the first 20 or so times.) Lindsey had a bad case of Fire the cannon giggles.
Unfortunately with all the rain much of the stone surfaces were quite slick. I managed to take a good spill on the stone stairways. I managed to flip right backwads onto my backpack with the computer in it and my camera in my hand. Now all three of us have battle scars (the computer, the camera, and myself). Fortunately none of us were broken. I told our boat driver that I had been in a battle with pirates. It sounded better than, I slipped on the stairs.
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