We had come to Flores, Guatemala to visit Tikal, one of the largest Mayan ruins in Central America. In our sprint through the last several countries, we hadn’t had time to stop and see any Mayan ruins. But we had been told time and time again that if we only had time to visit one, we should visit Tikal.

Lauren had been here before, three years ago with Katie and Meredith. She regaled me with stories about their trip, including running down steep Mayan stairs to make it to a bathroom in time. I was hoping my experience would be a little different. (more…)

Our travel through Central America had been, at points, hectic. These were not the buses of South America that we had grown accustomed to, and getting from point A to B proved to be more of a challenge. But our last day of travel in Honduras and crossing the border to Guatemala really took the cake.

Our last day in Honduras was spent traveling from one seaside town in the north to another, not far away. But we couldn’t go directly - we had to bus it inland to a town to catch another bus further north, and yet another to Omoa, where we wanted to go (see Show Me The Beach! for details). On our first bus, we secured seats for ourselves, but there was no space for our bags. We sat sweating away without AC, bags piled on top for extra warmth. I jimmy-rigged one of the bags to hang out somewhat into the isle, which gave us some additional breathing room. (more…)