
I wrapped up January with a trip to Tikal. The actual trip to Tikal was almost, if not more, exciting than the actual ruins. Basically it involved a series of car malfunctions coupled with numerous social calls, making the trip just from BFREE to San Ignacio about 10 times longer than necessary. First we (Wilfred, William, Pedro and I) got stuck in the mud on the way out of BFREE, which took a good 30 minutes of jacking up th

e car, piling sticks under the wheels, pushing, shoving, you name it, to get out. Next was a stop in Trio village to drop off William, then a stop in Bella Vista, then a stop at Mamanoots (a resort - another story), at which point we (or someone) noticed one of the tires on the truck was looking rather low. While moving the truck closer to the air compressor the whole tire went flat. Fantastic! We inflated the tire and drove up the road to the gas station. Lucky for us we were actually fairly close to one. Close inspection of the tire revealed not just one puncture, but a whole series of holes. Time to bust out the spare, right? Too bad it was the original spare from '94 or something and had been dry-rotting under the truck for the past 15 years, but it still looked good...until you inflated it and tried to drive on it...which we most certainly did. A good 30 seconds out of the gas station the truck star

ts to shake, and continues to get worse, but drive on we do. Eventually the shaking gets so bad we can't drive faster than 40 mph and we pull over to investigate only to find the most warped tire you have ever seen still on a car that is actually trying to go somewhere. However, this sad excuse for a tire is our only spare, so we continue wobbling down the highway at 25-30 mph until we finally reach a garage...at lunch time...so no one is around. The owner was nice enough to lend us his tools and had a used spare tire so we did a little switcher-roo. Granted the "new" tire wasn't exactly the same size as all the others but at least it wasn't warped beyond recognition and splitting apart. After that little fiasco the rest of the trip to San Ignacio was really quite pleasant despite the fact we were a good 3 hours later than intended. Wilfred and I pick up Joe, who at this point has been dutifully sitting on the side of the street waiting for his so called friends to pick him up for the past 3 hours. There is some more tire rearrangement and finagling that happens before we head to the Guatemalan border. Passports get stamped, money exchanged, and eventually we are on our way (except for the brief stop to get gas and fiddle with the wiring of the headlights so they actually work), hurtling down a large and very bumpy dirt road in the dark.
On to the ruins...very large and very impressive. Can't say I really know that much about them though since we spent a lot of time looking at birds. Whoops. Ummm, you can see a lot of birds from the ruins... if you're reading this, you're on the internet which means you can look up everything you ever wanted to know about Tikal if you are really that curious. I'll just give you the pictures...

Our hotel in El Remate

Beer hard at work

The plaza

Crazy steep steps to get up one of the temples.

A scenic view...

and another one

Temple 4 - currently getting a face-lift