7.11.2008
At 430am I woke Zac up. Before 5am we were taking a stab at our second timelapse attempt. It was the most beautiful sunrise so far. Zac sat silhouetted under a palapas on Corozal Bay as the sun exploded above the water horizon. Zac had an important meeting in the Belizean capital, Belmopan, to discuss SportsServants. He would drop me off in Belize City on the way. At 7am Zac and I had Reid take this picture of us just in case I died buried under Mayan ruins in the jungle somewhere and Zac would have to send it to my family.
Around 3pm on my four-hour bus ride to Flores across the border in Guatemala. Notice the wide open door. It made for a nice breeze.
Crossing the Belize and Guatemala border was wild and weird. We had to pay fees for both countries. A narrow strip of no-man´s land lay between the borders where mariachi, money changers, suspect characters, and street food reigned.
My first glimpse of Mayan country, a haunting and magical landscape.
After waiting for two hous in Santa Elena, outside Flores, I boarded the huge double decker overnight bus bound for Guatemala City.
-AR
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