...that's when we hit the rock.

Apparently, it takes something like a near-disaster to get me to write. Daily events and the beauties I am fortunate to witness are just too ordinary and seemingly obvious. Also, it is easier to write about disaster and have it be read, it is full of the dramas that people can relate to through the fears they often carry close to their hearts. To write only of singing birds and magical Sunsets, and have that be interesting, can be quite a challenge, so, I am going to take the easy way out...
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 It wasn't until we had the weight of Pablo, his son and friends, in the back of Choco that the roughness of the roads we were traveling along became more of an issue. As we negotiated each rut, boulder, washout and drop-off along the way from the Rio Dulce up into the steep, misty mountains of Alta Verapaz, I became more concerned about the clearance between Choco's underside and the treacherously jutting rocks of the road bed.

 At one point, the incessant jiggling caused by the road conditions, broke loose one of Choco's storage boxes mounted above our passengers.

No big deal, they just reached up and re-supported it with their arms and carried on talking as if it was a perfectly normal occurrence. However, knowing we had at least another 2 hours to go, stopping to find a fix seemed appropriate.

We pulled over at the next flat spot that had some promising vegetation. We all hopped out, me grabbing my machete and Michele her camera, and found a tree. Pablo insisted on doing the work, and I didn't argue as one Guatemalan working a machete is practically like two Gringos working chainsaws. I did however point out to Pablo that he may want to try the saw on the back of the blade since it was maybe sharper. He looked at it quizzically for a second and then apparently thought, “why not?”, and set about sawing, instead of the customary hacking, a branch that seemed like it would meet our needs.

The boys all gathered around and giggled at the new approach to cutting a branch, but in a few moments, Pablo had the branch cut to length and ready to install.

 It fit perfectly. Pablo once again studied the blade and gave it a little nod of approval. I so wanted to give him the machete, but I thought there might be another situation further down the road that might need the machetes expertise. I instead envisioned Pablo, at home, eagerly filing saw teeth into the back of his own machete.

So, I was doing so well conducting Choco along our scenic, rutted route at 15-20 mph, our passengers in back chatting away in their local tongue, Michelle snapping photos out the window... that's when we hit the rock.

To me, it was the sound of an extra-jagged rock puncturing Choco's heart-like oil reservoir, bleeding out all of Choco's hot, life sustaining lubrication. I immediately stopped and dreading, got out to go check the extent of the damage. I half-expected to see a slowly growing rivulet of black blood, like in a horror movie, ominously creeping its way across the road. But, no jagged rock, no puncture, no blood, no horror... not even a drip was apparent as I examined the underside of the motor... Choco took the spanking by El Camino (the way) like the Super Van he is and merely twisted his oil cooler in response to the insult. Viva Choco!

We carried on to our destination, Lanquin and Samuc Champey (for those that have been here), without any further punishment. 

The next day I disassembled the affected parts and only found a bit of shaved off metal and a couple bent pieces that, to date, are still serviceable. However, if anyone happens to be coming down in the next couple months, I might ask to have a couple parts brought along if possible.

We were very fortunate. Had actual disaster ensued, not only would I have more to write about, we would have had to stay right there alongside a remote road and figure out someway of getting Choco towed over and around the treacherousness... could have been fun, but it working out as it did has been, most likely,  even more fun. Thanks be to the power responsible.

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My friend Michelle is now back, hard at work in Neskowin and I am sure daydreaming of her next adventure to the wilds of Central America.

It was a lot of fun traveling with her, she has a way of looking at things that is filled with genuine wonder. I would often see her looking across a landscape with an awe inspired grin, easily absorbing all the beauty. If any of you are fortunate enough to see her, I am sure that beauty will be reflected right back...

  
Thanks for a wonder-filled trip Michelle :o)

Ok, There, There

Well, took a couple days to get hooked up here to a signal, but nevertheless, it seems like technology is on the march here in the developing world, as I now have a speedy, mobile 3G modem hooked to my computer that will work anywhere I have a cell signal, which is, for better or worse, just about everywhere since cell towers grace many a high place.

One might think this advanced technology would come with exorbitant pricing, especially given my rural location, but no, one would be wrong, and only have to pay about .60 cents/day... no contracts, no names on papers, no hassle... the whole purchase, installation and connection to the WWW takes less than 10 minutes!...

...sorry, excuse me whilst I wax, still a little amazed at the pace of "development" here after only being gone 18 months.

So yeah, really here, here, at the Rio Dulce, we did make it! It is official! And all is well.

For the last 2 days, Choco has been resting under cover in his exclusive parking space at Chique's, a local hardware/grocery/long-term parking place, but I think it sounds more, well... chic, than that... in the next posting I will include some pictures... from around here and from the last days of our drive, so check back soon for that if your visually curious. For now, I just want to let interested parties know that Choco has actually gotten me here.

And as a bonus, for those of you who know the wonderful Michelle, she just whisked in from the highlands yesterday where she has been studying Spanish and soaking up the sights. She will be helping me some with the boat (Poco A Poco) in between exploratory outings with and without Choco. Stay tuned here periodically for updates... just because the Chocolate Box has made it to the Sun doesn't mean the adventure is over :o)

Also, Thanks for following along all, it has been fun coming up with something to share and has actually helped get me through particularly monotonous portions of the drive, that is when singing rock ballads and picking my nose didn't work.

Hasta :o)

There!

...well, almost... another couple three hours to go, but 300 miles of twisty country is enough for today, and besides, arriving to the Rio tomorrow is easier anyway.

So, for tonight I am staying at Finca Ixobel, a pleasant place in the Peten jungle where one can set up camp and rest, relax, go horseback riding, birdwatching (parrots), caving, inner-tubbing, take a Spanish lesson and by the sound coming from another palapa, ping-ponging.... none of which I will partake in, except the camping and resting, as it was another long day, but one that had me smiling many times...

...but all that, and more, I will explain later. Now, Choco y Yo need to go set up camp.

Ciaofernow and Smiles for All :o)