Within seconds of stepping off the bus, I was caught between two rival tour guides making mutual accusations of trickery. The hotel I was led to had neither the amenities nor the price promised. I trudged myself back to the main road and found an adequate room at a price exceeding Mexican values. Without an ocean view.
There was a palpable lack of spirit in the air, as if no one was expecting much joy from life. The evident poverty is striking to a freshly-landed norteamericano. Even so, I heard "Welcome to Orange Walk" more than once.
Another odd observation: the restaurants all seem to be owned by Chinese, who speak neither English nor Spanish. The establishments, all but one, that I checked out, were uniformly dank and uninviting with very limited menus.
So it was one night, a mark on a traveler's checklist. In the morning I rolled my luggage up a wonky pavement to the town soccer field. All the buses, large and small, gather here next to a rough market stationed under a broad shade tree. I was San Ignacio-bound.
I guess I should show the one-eyed, toothless crocodile:
The Solstice is an eye-catching two-seater -- and we really mean two-seater. Don't spend much time thinking about what to take along for a ride. If it doesn't fit in your pockets, there isn't room.
Posted by: !!Boamecemo | 05/06/2011 at 04:10 AM