My favourite day so far!
We met Augusto at 8am and walked for about twenty minutes to reach Copan. There we met our local guide there: 75-year-old self-confessed comedian Antonio. What he lacked in teeth (he had about two) he made up for in jokes. For the next few hours he guided us around the ruins, which date back to 426 AD and consist of an acropolis, heiroglypic stairways, ball court, temples and excavation sights. Lots of the statues and carvings were replicas, the real versions of which are apparently housed in the museum, or else in America somewhere. (We didn't bother going to the museum.)
We walked back to the hotel and gave ourselves an hour and a half to relax before meeting at 1pm for lunch. The four of us (minus Augusto) went back to the place we were at for tea last night and I had a much better meal this time: grilled gouda cheese sandwich with a bit of salad, plus iced tea. Afterwards Rose and I wandered around and I got my Honduran Christmas decoration and flag patches for Guatemala and Honduras.
We were going to get massages or some kind of beauty treatment, but when we went into the cafe/tour information place to find out about it something else caught my eye: zip lining. It said that you could book with just half an hour's warning, and it was $45. It would mean going on my own, but I thought, why not? I'm only here once. I told the woman that I wanted to do it, she made a phone call and half an hour later I was back there and climbing into the back of a yute (is that the right word?) with a few guys wearing "Canopy Tour" t shirts.
We stopped at another hotel and picked up two families first. I was so glad that I wouldn't be doing it alone! One family was from Dallas, and one was from Honduras somewhere; the two mums were friends from college. They all seemed really nice and chatted to me as we bumped our way along the road and up the hill to the Canopy Tours place. On arrival, we got out and had to sign some kind of disclaimer; I decided to just sign instead of reading, so as not to freak myself out about all the things that could go wrong! The guys put harnesses on those of us that were zip lining: everyone but the two mums, including the kids who seemed as young as 11, so that was encouraging - if they were brave enough to do it, I definitely wasn't allowed to feel nervous. One of the guys took my camera and said that he would take photos of me while I was doing it.
The zip lines were incredible. We got back into the yute and drove up to the top of a hill to reach the first one, and they sort of zig zagged their way back down to the bottom. I think there were about sixteen in total, and some were over a kilometre long. Some were faster than others, too. Each time, the guys would hook you up to the wire (you had to lift yourself up and jump so they could fasten the hook, which I struggled with as I'm so weak, but they lifted me up, haha) and you had to hold at least one hand on the wire behind your head. There were special gloves to wear. To break, you had to lean back and pull down on the wire, using two hands if necessary.
I still had just under two hours until tea, so I pottered around online, looked at the zip lining photos and videos and had a short nap. At 7pm we met Augusto and Rose, Natasha and I all went out to dinner to Restaurante Carnitas Nis Lola, the cool place we were stranded at during yesterday's rain. I had been saving myself for tea there all day, and splashed out on an enormous vegetable kabob that came with rice, chips, refriend beans, salsa and cheese. It was delicious, and impossible to finish.
We walked home and I spent a bit of time repacking my backpack before bed, as we're moving on tomorrow. Instead of driving to El Salvador, we're going to go a slightly different way to avoid some bad roads, and it involves going back into Guatemala and out again, so no doubt I'll be getting more passport stamps. Poor Natasha is worried about it, as her passport is so full - she's been to loads of places in the last four years, and is covering 18 countries in this trip alone (she's been travelling for six months with two more to go) so her passport is nearly entirely full. I'm jealous!
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