Tikal Temples, more temples, With giant steps. Ultimate Stairmaster workout. Like icebergs they peek Out from a green sea, chalk-faced, Laden with vultures. No railings, no signs. Dusk in Great Plaza.
Spider monkeys rustling trees, Parrots swoop about.
Border Crossing Pre-dawn. We board a Blue Bird school bus parked next to Empty market stalls. Packed three to a seat We diesel along dirt roads, Silent, half dreaming. Some forced outside, Not all are returned. Daylight reveals large Swaths cut for ranching, an oil Pipeline, karstic hills.