I have to say, I am so glad I took that horse, I would have gotten SO lost (and\/or delirious) on the trail back.\u00a0\u00a0 It gets dark around 5pm and there wasn’t a lot of daylight left and even the horse took about an hour and a half, which means I would have taken 5 hours.\u00a0 It was dusty and confusing and there were no signs that let me know the percentage completed (I loved that on the el pueblito trail!) so muchas gracias mi caballo amigo<\/em>.\u00a0 As soon as I dismounted, Bobo broke for the trough, poor guy really needed a drink.\u00a0 I feel you Bobo, I feel you.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \n\t\t\t\t\t\tResting on a boulder, man that was a tough hike down. At one point I was shimmying through two boulders trying not to fall down and have to cut off one my own limbs to get out. I watch too many James Franco movies.\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div><\/div> \n\t\t\t\t\t\tYes, I had to crawl under that haphazard poorly engineered boulder fort, that was NOT fun. I mean, come on. \n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div><\/div> \n\t\t\t\t\t\tAnd then, this, just a few more steps and I can pass out on the beach. \n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div><\/div> \n\t\t\t\t\t\tHey Skipper, there’s a boat, there’s a boat!!\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div><\/div> \n\t\t\t\t\t\tA shot with my good camera (man it’s so much easier to blog with a laptop!)\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div><\/div> \n\t\t\t\t\t\tThat’s the hotel de hamocas where Giovanni was trying to talk me into sleeping. There are like 25 hammocks in that hut and I can’t tell you how many skinny dreadlocked dudes I saw walking up there. And I’m sure there were like 10 guitars and probably a sitar too. And I would have to endure multiple renditions of “Wish You Were Here” because everyone still wants to sing that one. And then I would probably grab a guitar and try to remember the chords to “Secret Agent Man” or “Love Potion #9”. Oh yeah, and then watch out, it would be my turn. Flashbacks of great, but sleepless, and then just predictable, nights in Greece and Israel made me super happy that I would be Bobo-ing it back to civilization. I’ll leave the backpacking in your 20s to the under 30s.\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div><\/div> \n\t\t\t\t\t\tTerrace in eco hut #10, unobstructed view of the jungle and sea, and no sitars.\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div><\/div> \n\t\t\t\t\t\tMosquito-proofed legs and man feet. Yes, I went to dinner like this…\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div><\/div> \n\t\t\t\t\t\t…and they let me eat there anyway. Langostinos with the most delicious salsa picante! That fish stick looking thing was a plantain stick, yum, I ate the other one before I remembered to take a pic.\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div><\/div>![\"\"](\"https:\/\/triciakarsay.com\/guatemala\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/09\/image6.jpg\")
<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t