Rustle, rustle

We travelled by bus to Rio Dulce. Another beautiful spot. The accommodation was in cabins on posts over the water of Lago de Izabal joined by boardwalks. There were fish, turtles, crabs and frogs everywhere. We went for a swim in the pool. Later in the day we went by boat to Livingston. It was an hour boat trip through some beautiful places.
Livingston is on the Carribean, with a population of about 6000 and is full of interesting people. The Carribean side is traditional Garifuna, who are decendants of black African slaves. Others speak a musicalform of English. The beaches were poor, due to a few days of torrential run causing flooding of the river.
After dinner at Rio Dulce, where bats were flying through the restaurants, well the restuarant was really a roof supported by poles. It is a tropical place. Nice meal though.


We went to bed. She who sleeps lighter then he wakes with a start, "What is that?". He says "The wind"
Later in the night, she says "What was that?" He decides to shine the torch. Nothing to see. He looks and finds the biscuits have been chewed so he throws them outside and hangs the other food where no critter should reach them. This pattern is followed several times. at least the bed is very roomy and covered by a huge mosquito net so we feel safe. Thank goodness for the heavy rain and we finally had some sleep.
In the morning there was a hole in the side of the day pack and our new pack of granola was eaten and the biscuits. we suspect a water rat but were glad to move on to Flores