So 17 has now become 14 as we have said farewell to the Guatemala 1 group, consisting of Caroline, Margaret and Eileen, who are flying home tonight.
The remaining intrepid 14 are currently at a tiny airport in Guatemala City, miles away from the international terminal. We are speculating as to whether the plane will be a 5-seater, in which case, some of us may need to sit on the wing, or a 20-seater, which will accommodate all of us comfortably.
It has been a satisfying day and it's not over yet. Rumour has it that our hotel is located in a swamp, surrounded by angry mosquitoes, scorpions, howler monkeys and crocodiles, all ready to pounce, having been told of our impending arrival. But we are suitably equipped with industrial quantities of repellent and will not be swimming in the crocodile-infested lagoons.
Where on earth are you going? I hear you cry, from this waiting room in Guatemala City (yes, really) - the Guatemala 2, who have managed to postpone their return to work till Thursday - are bound for Flores, the heart of the Aztec kingdom, in the north of Guatemala, quite close to the border with Belize. Pip and I are going to make a border dash to Belize - who's in? It's only a centimetre on the map, so it can't be far. More later - we're about to board!
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