soon we had stepped outside that drivers s'égosiaient''Tikal, Tikal.'' The name of the Maya archaeological site that is a 1 hour drive from here and that attracts tourists to this remote region. We had anticipated series of the moment. And 6 am, after a night on the road, we were not ready to get into a hypothetical negotiation with a minibus driver. We kindly returned the proposals of our guests and a few moments after, they all leave the area while driving vehicles. The dust was settled and we were now alone, quiet! We took our bags and began the''tower''of the island of Flores. The narrow streets with colorful houses were quiet. Very quiet. Person for us shouting''cheap guesthouse'',''the trip to Tikal''or even''american breakfast''... But speaking of breakfast, it was getting hungry. We we sit facing the lake and have swallowed the contents of small paper bags that the hostess had given us. Meanwhile, a little later, opened a restaurant. We then installed a terrace and it took our breakfast.
At 10:00, I felt the lack of sleep and was getting ... irritable! This is one of the great discoveries of our world tour. Sylvie and I are identical on this point: lack of sleep and hunger are two factors that put us inevitably bad hair. And at night the bus had not allowed me to fulfill my basic need for sleep. So we started looking for a room or we install. We found a place in the hostel the village. A place quite pleasant, with its courtyard full of greenery and Luis parrot. We took a room that seemed perched in a tree. He had to climb a steep stairway to get there. After managing to open the heavy wooden door, we discovered that''shack''Tarzan.'' Any wood, it did not include windows and was open to the outside. We had a direct view of the trees and Luis. On the ground, the massive plates were spaced a good centimeter, which allowed us to see people sitting on benches outside ... and vice versa. In short, there was a bit like being installed in the ceiling de la place. Finalement, nous étions dans le plafond de la place. Qu'a cela ne tienne. J'ai mis mes bouhons d'oreilles pour ne pas trop etre dans les conversations des autres et j'ai enfin pu terminer la nuit commencée dans l'autobus.
En milieu d'apres-midi, nous avons été nous promener dans le village frere, Santa Elena, que seul le pont de cordon ombilical sépare. Dans cet endroit sans ame véritable, nous avons déambulé le long de la rue principale, bordée d'un réparateur de tuk-tuk, d'un vendeur d'informatique et d'autres commeces divers. Sur la droite, des dizaine de petits étals de fortune se suivaient. A cet instant, nous avons réalisé combien cet endoit pouvait ressembler to other villages, poor and lost elsewhere in the world. We then asked whether poverty and lack of anything could lead to human development and behavior has evolved in the same way, regardless of environment are (although with a similar climate). Indeed, in most villages''poor''and far in Africa, Asia, Central America or South America, is the concept of main street lined with shops, the market bustles in the morning or each is a small job that has long since disappeared in Western societies (shining FOOTWEAR, cut fruit vendor or newspaper auction, carrier, etc.).. We also note the tremendous ability of people to not throw anything and everything re ... Sometimes in applications far from the original, such as inner tubes that become elastic to attach the goods on the roof of the truck tires that will make an excellent week for a bit worn out shoes. Repair is also a national sport. What is broken here and we will not throw an object down here we'll fix it. There are TV repairers. With us, there Futureshop to buy another. So our thinking was that moment: poverty leads does the same behavior? The question must have already been processed. Just find the answers in order to clarify this point.
Back in Flores, we left the restaurant has reherche which would be our prey tonight. And the way that we have not crossed? Annie and John! They returned from Tikal and sought to withdraw money to pay their bus fare to Belize tomorrow morning. After a heartfelt hugs, we accompanied them until owers cases are completed. As a result, the setting sun on the horizon, we went to sit comfortably on a terrace overlooking the lake. And since it was''happy hour'', we took advantage des ''cuba libre'' a 10 Quetzales (environ 1,50$) pour nous rassasier le gosier. Le soleil est descendu et nous offrit un spectacle moyen (Jean, je t'enverrai la photo!). Cela ne nous découragea pas pour continuer la soirée au ''cuba libre'' qui, au fur et a mesure que la soirée avançait, se ''libérait'' de plus en plus du ''cuba'', le coca-cola remplaçant largement le rhum. Finalement, nous avons mangé au meme endroit et avons été finir notre soirée dans un autre bar tout proche.
Le lendemain matin, puisque nous avions prévu d'aller visiter le site de Tikal, nous avons du nous lever tot. A 7h00, nous étions au point de départ des minibus. Entre time to buy our tickets and leave, we had the time to embrace one last time Annie and John, who was waiting for them for their bus Belize. Our paths parted again ... to recrosses elsewhere, for sure. Finally, our transport arrived and it was time to go visit Tikal, a 1 hour drive from the.
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