The song of the jungle awakes us very early and while we have breakfast we are wrapped by a misty fog. In our mind slide fast the memories of three months spent in Mexico, looks and smiles of the people known or just grazed… crossing the frontier between Mexico and Guatemala do not involve the tragic intensity of travelling from the United States to Mexico: simply we move on the other side of the river Usumacinta, from Frontera Corozal to Bethel. Here we find again the same jungle, the same bajareques (houses of wood and adobe, a mix of mud and straw), the same pleasant smiles. The unpaved, muddy road drives us along green grasses and hills, until the lake of Petèn Itzà. We start to notice the first differences with Mexico, the first days in an unknown country are always the most difficult, but also the most stimulating. Walking between the island of Flores and the pueblo of Santa Elena, we breathe an Asian atmosphere, even if it’s an image that lasts for a second: a lot of powder and hundreds of “risciò” and small vehicles adapted to the transport of passengers.
