Oh our ferry? Looks a little frightening.
From Tikal we head to Coban but if we will reach the city today is not clear as it’s a long way, we were told. We give Lucia a lift to Santa Elene where she takes a taxi to Coban. An interesting ferry ride welcomes us, as well as a lot of curvy roads. After approx. 6 hours we are not in Coban so we decide to stay at the “Grutas Candelaria” for tonight instead of driving in the dark. On the mainroad I see a huge sign “Camping Grutas Candelaria” with an arrow to the left, “only 900 meters”.
“Yuhu. There we go.” I say to Jan without thinking for one minute. Jan turns left and after 100 meters the road gets unpaved, more and more narrow, steeper and steeper and more and more curvy. It’s one of these nightmare drives. Jan does make it to the caves but we both had to sweat the entire way. The Toyota would not have had an issue with this, but the trailer is not off-road suitable at all and we are always worried that something will brake if we drive such bad roads.
Unfortunately it rains the whole night and morning and the river, where they normally offer rafting is too high. We go and see the caves quickly before we have to drive this horrible road back up.
The Toyota has to pant but all works well. We make it to the highway without accidents and head to Coban where Lucia is already waiting. Our camp is directly in town but we can not feel that. It’s a super nice park, “park Victoria” with nice walking trails, grassy area, bathroom and shower. Also it’s very close into town so that we can get our weekly ration of fruits and vegetables on the local market afoot.
The road ends in Sayaxché…
… we have to take the ferry.
But have to wait first…
Coincidentally, we meet Lucia here.
Off we go.
Strange formations everywhere…
These huge thinks must have been growing for a while.
Usually this river is used for rafting. Not today. Understandably
Our Jungle Camp at the caves
Poor trailer to go through all these potholes
At the camp on Coban nobody knows anything about electricity.
Little helper at the local market
Purple beans. They looks so pretty and taste yummy.
The kids like the pics. Quiet the contrary to the adults who did not like to be photographed.
Those guys did not say “no” to the pic 😉
Where is mum and what does this guy with his huge camera wants from me?