Flores

Hi peoples, we are now in Flores, Guatemala. According to the guidebook this place is the "Venice of the Midwest" do to its cobblestoned streets and friendly vibe. We will be here for a few days and then head to Rio Dulce and Livingston.

We just ate salad at a place called La Puertas and talked to a creepy bald man with a hairy mustache and sweat dripping from his chin. He kept telling us about Lago Peten Itza and his eyes kept bulging out. I think maybe he was an extra in a Russ Meyers film. Everyone asks all sorts of questions about who we are and where we are staying and going. We try to be shrewd and polite at the same time. Everything is cheap here and we finally get to start saving money after wasting so much in Belize City on trinkets and baubles, a.k.a. food.

We just spent several days holed up in the slums of Belize City. We fed homeless people. A cab driver said theres plenty of work and the homeless are all crackheads but isnt that just the kind of polyanna-ish bullshit the Republicans back home say about indigent folks? Well, maybe they{re right. For all I know, all those one armed and one legged starving mentally ill people we saw would just shape up and fly right and all get great jobs if they got off the crack. Right? Uh...dont think so...

Shout out to Shell: Hey dude, we went to the Wet Lizard twice but it was closed! Arrrg! I guess it only opens when cruise ships come. Still, I drank a Belikin and raised my glass in your honor...dozens and dozens of times!