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Howler monkeys could be heard in the jungle.
My funds were still in limbo produced a red square of cloth from
when I reached Mexico City a few his pack, two wine glasses, and a
days later. A dozen letters collected bottle of wine. A little touch of finery
and not a single banknote to slip out to brighten our day as we sat in the
from their envelopes. dust. A treat planned for Christmas a
David, a Canadian geologist with few days later but the cork was now
a long red beard, looked lost under popped to celebrate Day One of
a huge backpack on a street corner. David’s hitch-hiking career.
He was all ears for the tiny Carib- We emerged ghostlike at the
bean country tucked away behind border from a truck load of flour
Guatemala. So we joined forces and with people pointing and shouting
set off to hitch-hike across Mexico angrily at David. Perhaps spooked
to the Colony. by our ghost-like appearance.
On a desolate Mexican road, David ‘I LOVE GUATEMALA’
emblazoned across David’s tee shirt
Dense jungle of British Honduras. was the culprit and guaranteed to
