Our first person we saw on our walk. Later on we wished we saw him again. I would have sent Antonio back to the hotel or straight on to the airport for the flight home. It was too hot, too buggy, and when were we going to get there, kindof walk for him. But ... an interesting transformation started happening the next day when we started seeing Guatemalan villages and boys his age carrying wood. He didn't whine the rest of the trip and I'm assuming - figured out he had it pretty good. The trail.

A nice place to rest.

An interesting bug army.

Our hotel with air conditioning and hot water outside of Flores.