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The lush hillsides of Coban, viewed from within the municipal building on a cold and rainy day. Each day here was cold and rainy and it was eerily cozy. |
Campground just outside Lanquin, nestled on the green banks of the pristine Rio Cahabon. Slept in the hut to the lower left and floated the river you see in the middle. Lanquin, Guate. | |
| From the deep dark recesses of the sacred Mayan caves of Lanquin, (Cuevas Lanquin), tales are a’plenty. Used by Mayan priests for ceremonies addressing gods of the underworld, the caves are riddled inside with smoke covered alters, Mayan constructed stairways and broken artifacts. What you see here is a 2,000 year old Mayan priest transformed into mud by a rival shaman. Really. He is doomed forever, stuck to the walls of these caves like used gum, making his hideous face, and having it all captured on film by gringo tourists. Really. |  |
View looking up the lower cascades at Semuc Champey. | |
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View looking down the upper cascades from the upper pools, river valley stretching into the distance. Semuc Champey. |
| A shaft of light penetrates the thick forest canopy, shimmering on one of thousands of small rapids that ripple and gurgle across the stones and tangled roots of the forest floor. Semuc Champey. |
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At the upper reaches of the limestone pools, the river dives forcefully beneath the formation, to emerge from beneath once again almost a mile down river. The people in the upper left give some idea as to scale. If you fall in here, you better be able to hold your breath for awhile. Semuc Champey. |