The next day, we headed to an island on the Rio Dulce, once again via both bus and motorboat. Don’t ask me the name of the island because I couldn’t tell you. The Rio Dulce sits on the shore of Lake Izabal and our island was connected to the rest of the world only by motorboat.
We arrived fairly early to the island and we checked into our huts. These huts were more impressive than those in Tulum because we actually had electricity, though bathrooms were again shared. We arrive pretty early so we had time to do some activities during the day. A group of us went to Livingston, a tourist town on the banks of Lake Izabal and had a brief tour of the lake. We had lunch in Livingston and had some time to walk around the town, but there really wasn’t that much to it, to be perfectly honest.
When we returned to the island, we headed upstairs of the restaurant/lobby of the island hotel because there was a pool table upstairs. The “bad kids” drank beer and shot some pool as the night went on. Eventually, the party went outside and we continued to drink until we realized, untimely, that the bar had been closed. By this time, we really wanted some more alcohol, but I had run out of vodka the night before in Flores. One woman in the group had some leftover Mezcal and we started drinking that, which led to another woman throwing up on my leg. That was the end of the Mezcal and the drinking for the night. We tried to come up with a way to get more alcohol, but our efforts proved fruitless. Eventually, we decided to call it a night.
The next day, we headed out pretty early and went to visit a nearby hot waterfall. This was my first experience with such a waterfall. The water coming in from the nearby creek was cold but the water coming down from the waterfall was actually very warm. This made for very comfortable swimming conditions and I went into the water as far as my limited swimming abilities allowed. It felt good to get into the fresh, warm water and the proverbial good time was had by all.
After the waterfall, we returned to the island and there wasn’t a whole lot of activity going on there. A couple of us watched the Barcelona/Arsenal match on the television upstairs and then I retired back to my hut to work on this blog. (I still haven’t found sufficient internet connections to post anything, but that means there will be many posts in rapid succession once such a connection is found.)
At night, we returned to the billiards table and shot some more pool. After declaring myself Mexican champion (as well as Chinese champion back in October), my partner and I earned the right to call ourselves Guatemalan champions as well.
As happy hour ended, we loaded up on beers to make sure we didn’t run out of alcohol once again. In addition, we were able to find some more Jerk Chicken on the island. For the second night in a row, it turned into a long drinking night, this time with Jerk Chicken and without anyone throwing up on me. Who could ask for anything more?
There wasn’t really much to do on the island but drink, so that’s what we did mostly, but we would make up for that in a few days when we hit the dry town. But that story is still a few entries away.
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