We woke up early (5:00 am) and showered, dressed and packed for the trip to Rio Dulce. We had been offered two leaving times. 6:00am would get us to Rio at 14:30; 9:30 am would get us there at 18:00 (getting dark). We wanted to arrive in the light, so we paid an extra 10% and got up an awful lot earlier to make sure we did (you can guess where this is going already, can't you?)
The hotel staff were magnificent and, as we were to leave before breakfast started, they gave us a couple of packed lunches instead of the breakfast. As it turned out, we could have had brekkie, as the bus to pick us up was late and didn't get to us until 6:30.
Rather than go straight to Guatemala City, the bus took a detour via Antigua to drop off a Norwegian schoolteaher. Outside Guate. the traffic was terrible and we felt a wave of relief as we pulled into the bus station.
The rather sheepish bus driver gave us our ticket for the noon bus. The one that would arrive at six pm. We were not happy. At least we had reserved seats on a first-class, air-conditioned, luxury bus for the six hour trip.
The bus didn't have a name, but it could easily have been called 'Titanic'. The seats were broken, the A/C, oops, no A/C. And it was packed. Guatemalan people are smaller than Europeans. We will draw a veil over the trip, driving, heat, dust etc. Suffice it to say that First Class has a long way to go in Guatemala.
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