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  Livingston, Guatemala
Friday, December 2, 2011

I arrived in Rio Dulce much earlier than expected, and as such I didn't have a chance to read anything about the area before I got off the bus. I was immediately confronted by a swarm of salespeople trying to take me to different hostels. Nothing looked particularly inviting, but just as I was about to settle, I saw Erin, a fellow traveller that I had met a few weeks ago cross the street. It turns out that she and a group of friends were also looking for accommodation, so I rudely invited myself along and followed them to a couple of hostels. After finding a reasonable hostel and restaurant, I had dinner, a few beers before a much needed early night.

I awoke early in the morning and arranged the day’s transport. Was keen to get on my way as soon as possible, and before I knew it, I was on a boat trip that ended in Livingston. The boat ride was very pleasant indeed, cruising up the river, checking out a castle, a few houses that lined the river and some wildlife. Two hours later I arrived in Livingston to a fantastic welcome by some familiar faces.

The reunion with the boys was delightful and we quickly swapped some interesting stories. As it turns out, Livingston was small town, and there’s not a great deal of things to do or see. Good news came in the form that our hostel had the liveliest bar in town. By the time I had arrived, Matt and James were already faces about the bar as you can imagine, and knew all the staff and punters alike including a young (ish) man by the name of Jurgen that had the unfortunate experience of meeting Robin when he was out here years ago.

Apart from a trip to see a couple of crocodiles that lived in the local park, the next couple of days didn’t hold much except chilling out, eating and drinking. A culinary highlight however included a splendid seafood soup sporting an array of tastes including a tiny crab with around 5grams of edible meat. More for decoration than anything, but the dish was extremely well received nonetheless.

Two days later, early in the morning and after a particularly heavy night, we found ourselves on the move again. Not just to a new town, but a new country laid ahead of us. Onwards to Honduras!

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