Over the border to Guatemala and Tikal, Friday, Saturday 25^th  - 26th September

Steve, Clare and me loitering at the border against orders from above my head.

Betsy also got through the border but there was something different about her. She now has different number plates, now she is no longer American from Alaska but a locally Guatemalan registered vehicle.

Going thrugh the local town there was a truck with the largest bullock on the back that I had ever seen.

 General view of Guatemalan countryside.

 We stopped at Remate for lunch by a lake in the rain which also had a free jade museum in the white building.

 We entered the Tikal National Park late afternoon and made our way to our camp site. We set out at 6am the next day for a walk to the ruins at Tikal into the forest and spent the next four hours viewing ruins...our last Mayan ruins for the next few days.

 View across the jungle roof tops at th clouds and other monuments standing above the tops of the trees.

Outside of our campsite we found a troop of raccoons.

And other wildlife in the ruins...turkeys.

And then it was a drive to Flores, an island in Guatemala's second largest lake.

 The water taxi crossing from our hotel in San Miquel to Flores.

 Flores water front.

 We arrived on the north shore and took water taxis to get to Flores, a pretty little island in the lake. Our aim was to watch the England v Wales rugby for lunch which Wales won by three points so Kate was delighted and the whole English squad gutted.

I explored around town and took in a colourful bus, the market and finally caught a water taxi home. I happened to meet Steve and Seb at the dock and together we piled into a tuk tuk, plus a well-proportioned driver and two heavy batteries for the bus and the machine struggled up the steep hill back to our hotel.