If we weren't shot then we might be lucky and only spend a few years behind bars eating mostly cockroaches and food scraps. I've found that whenever my inborn cowardice surfaces, a few beers or rums usually will help. I'm sure the early explorers to the area were of the same mind. There's only about fifty thousand of them. We decided to say the hell with it all and fortified ourselves for the voyage ahead.
Nobody goes to Guatemala.
The fear levels rose steadily during the 3-hour sail from Punta Gorda to Livingston. The Guatemalan coast was exotic to say the least. We held our breaths as we rounded the sea buoy for we had been told that the bar was anywhere from two to twenty feet deep. We had made it and hadn't been machine-gunned once. We were not to leave the boat for any reason.