Checked out of my room at nine. Most of the day has been sent in limbo, waiting the minibus to take me to Guatemala city, and the connecting night bus to Flores. Had breakfast at an old bakery, known for their banana bread. Rest of the day evaporated in cyberspace.Minibus picked me up at 6:30 pm. 3 Belgian boys in button down shirts, an American archaeologist and Brenda from Connecticut and myself. As a tradition the sky opened up as we were leaving Antigua, flooding the roads - a sheet of rain difficult to see through even if we were still.
Finally at the bus station there was still another hour till my connection was leaving.
Fortunately Brenda was on the same bus and time passed quickly in the waiting room.
The ride to Flores is about 8 hrs - a direct nightbus only stopping at a single checkpoint. Its the middle of three different classes to choose from. The most distinguishing feature between this class and the economy is the AC. Having AC in this county is something to take advantage of - this means that the cabin is soon after departure transformed to a what resembles a meat locker, with temperatures just around freezing. Tonights ride has by far been the coldest I've felt in months. A slight fever has been creeping on while writing this.
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