The boat dropped us off in Livingston. We took a tour of the town with a local guide. I was expecting to fall in love with a beautiful town on the Carribean. None of us were impressed. The water was brown and murky from all the rain. It was very very humid and hot. On top of this the place was over-run with tourists. Perhaps at another time of year we would get a better impression. It just did not have the kind of vibe that fits us. Tourist books claim that a lot of high level drug traffic passes though here.
When we arrived in Livingston we saw some alligators but I think that the public laundry was the coolist thing we saw. By this time in the trip our clothes were so dirty that we were very taken by the dream of "Clean clothes".
Our guide took us down to the beach here. I am guessing that usually it is quite beautiful. It was actually even dirtier and muckier than it looks in the pictures. The neat thing is that the land the is in the far distance is actually in Belize.
From Livingston we made our way back up the Rio Dulce to the town of Rio Dulce. Pictured here is a small shop that builds the wooden canoes used by the local fishermen. Our biggest snafu of the trip was when our boat driver dropped us off at the dock in Rio Dulce. Our van driver was not there. It was lunch time so we decided that we were probably meant to have lunch at the dock were we where dropped off. We had a leisurely lunch and then went to look for our driver. We could not locate him and knew that we needed to leave soon or risk driving at night. A phone call to the tour company yeilded only an answering machine we left a message in broken Spanish. We then called Gail (the owner of La Posada Merced, the hotel we were staying at in Antigua). Gail was able to find another number for the tour company. They called our driver who had been waiting for us one dock over and he was with us within 10 minutes.
The boat dropped us off in Livingston. We took a tour of the town with a local guide. I was expecting to fall in love with a beautiful town on the Carribean. None of us were impressed. The water was brown and murky from all the rain. It was very very humid and hot. On top of this the place was over-run with tourists. Perhaps at another time of year we would get a better impression. It just did not have the kind of vibe that fits us. Tourist books claim that a lot of high level drug traffic passes though here.
When we arrived in Livingston we saw some alligators but I think that the public laundry was the coolist thing we saw. By this time in the trip our clothes were so dirty that we were very taken by the dream of "Clean clothes".
Our guide took us down to the beach here. I am guessing that usually it is quite beautiful. It was actually even dirtier and muckier than it looks in the pictures. The neat thing is that the land the is in the far distance is actually in Belize.
From Livingston we made our way back up the Rio Dulce to the town of Rio Dulce. Pictured here is a small shop that builds the wooden canoes used by the local fishermen. Our biggest snafu of the trip was when our boat driver dropped us off at the dock in Rio Dulce. Our van driver was not there. It was lunch time so we decided that we were probably meant to have lunch at the dock were we where dropped off. We had a leisurely lunch and then went to look for our driver. We could not locate him and knew that we needed to leave soon or risk driving at night. A phone call to the tour company yeilded only an answering machine we left a message in broken Spanish. We then called Gail (the owner of La Posada Merced, the hotel we were staying at in Antigua). Gail was able to find another number for the tour company. They called our driver who had been waiting for us one dock over and he was with us within 10 minutes.
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