Waking up to the birds in Flores is a truly amazing life experience, just at dusk and dawn the birds of the island and surrounding nieborhoods get together in the canopies and sing their goodmorning (or goodnight) song as loud as possible. The colors of the sky slowly turn from dark black to blue and orange and yellow until the sun pokes its happy little face above the horizon and shinning to its hearts content, reflecting on the beautiful lake surrounding us.
We start our journey heading towards Belieze and back onto the road that we got lost on getting to Flores in the first place, only to realize two hours into our journey that we are on the road southwest and not just west. It was meant to be, this is the second time we took a wrong turn. We took this "wrong turn" and the correct path lay ahead of us.
Today, we enjoyed some of the most amazing vistas of our trip so far, rolling mountains of green lush jungle, birds thermalling into the massive cummulous clouds raising above the hot landscape exploding into the heavens.
Finaly, we arrived at the bridge we have now learned more about, the longest span bridge in Central America, with an entire economy existing on the peak of it consisting of vendors and people trying to get us to take a trip to Livingston.
We found our place to rest for the night at Bruno's, a marina for semi-permenent yachties docking their boats to take full use of the harbor and local attractions (more about this later as it is a subject unto itself).
We met some characters including John, a oil support boat captain who works 45 days on and 90 days off, now living in Guatemala for the past 3 years.
The dorm was nice and cheap with great local salty dog characters including Steve who runs the place for Bruno, who can't come back to his own establishment due to some "problems" with some people int he local community. He did try to come back once, but left just before a group of men with ski masks on came looking for his, apparently to take him on a ski adventure in the snowy mountains of Guatemala, due to his love of powder.
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