Catching the 6 am lift from Casa Luna, we squeezed onto a crowded microbus with no other gringos and wound speedily through the narrow, pre-dawn streets of Coban. Once again, the leg room proved to be insufficient for our lanky frames, but our first glimpse of the jungle set our minds at ease (kind of). The sun began to rise behind dull clouds and thick blue fog only once we left the buildings behind for dense forests of dark green pointed by sharp, exotic palm fronds. We picked up and dropped off many - men, women, children - all with the most polite ´Buenos dias!´ every time. After an hour, it began to rain, hard - we could easily imagine the flash flooding and landslides we´d heard about. After two hours, we arrived at Lanquin -
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