Not quite Guatemala—Part 3
Oct
03
2016
We promise. No more dilly-dallying. This is the one where we cross the border to Guatemala. Finally.
We promise. No more dilly-dallying. This is the one where we cross the border to Guatemala. Finally.
We’ve never been accused of driving the most direct route to get somewhere, so why would this be any different?
There was one time, way back in Belize when we were very nearly in Guatemala. Location: El Pilar ruins, Belize. Distance to Guatemala: 615.18 m (2018.32 ft) But ultimately we decided not to go, and returned to Mexico instead. We then of course faffed about for quite some time in Mexico. So long in fact that many of the friends we thought we would see again in Guatemala were, by this time, in Costa Rica, Panama, and even South America. Whoops. The rumour going around was that we were going to apply for Mexican citizenship. The thought did cross our minds. We love […]
Overland travel is all about staying in the roughest, most unforgiving environments. Ignoring personal comfort. Shunning the trappings of a tourism. Seeking out discomfort and… no! Wait! Screw it. Today it is all about luxury.
The air was thick with humidity, it was like breathing tepid soup. The roads glistened with moisture in the last of the fading light that was filtering between the rolling banks thunderclouds.
This is the one. This is the post where we finally extract ourselves from the seemingly inescapable vortex of Santa María del Tule. Don’t get too excited. We only drove a few kilometres down the road.
Oh no!—We’re approaching the event horizon of Overlander Oasis. It’s too late to escape. Deploy the rooftop tent. Crack a beer and open up the deck chairs. We may be some time.
