Once Upon A time

....the square box bus moved past pimple backed hills spreading as far as the eye could see. It wound round bendy corners, climbed up and down paved roads and ones made of dirt. On the way we waved at happy fairy Mary hostels, hunched over locals plying their trade and acres of corn until it came to a yellow bridge. It looked weak. But the brave square box bus carried us on and into a gravelled carpark. then we got out. An arched over man brought up deep into the forest, nothing could be heard except for water. Everywhere. We climbed a great mountain and gazed in awe as we saw what lay down below. Five natural pools. Better than the Olympics, but they hid a secret beneath, a roaring river lay 300 metres below carving out rocks with its teeth. A double decker river, stunning..........
anyway, Coban is a nondescript town close to the above, and its where I´m at. I was greeted by a Klu Klux Klan meeting on arrival. Two gruff youths with pointed scarfs ran over , shaking a money box manically. Their scarfs were different colours and behind them I could see the whole clan. Chanting. Español. Bush. Ahh the protest songs against Bush. They needed their faces hid in this country, 100 people were arrested on suspicion of disliking GWB last week.(He is visiting after all, and you don´t want to protest here) The Banana Repaublic is alive and well.
........stayed with the guatemalan equivolent of the Deliverance locals last night. If it wasn´t for the fact the turkeys and chickens got loose I´m sure I´d be dead.
Good bye