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Without being an island, the town is accessible only by boat. "The Journey" to Livingston is in lancha colectivos in less than two hours. The opportunity to visit small mangrove channels and canyons on the Rio Dulce. But this is a fast shuttle service, allowing some wise decisions and calculated, just enough to make the mouth water, just to return later taking a turn.

We're glad to arrive in this town in the extreme southeast of the country long ago, we wanted to know the culture so different in Guatemala.

The Garifuna are descendants of black slaves stranded in the Caribbean, then scattered over the Gulf of Honduras. A big part of the population is black and in the skin the rhythm that goes with it. The elders speak a mixture of Creole and Spanish. The rest is pretty Indian color, reminding us that we are in Mayan country.

The city is nothing special, but life here is peaceful, characteristic of Caribbean reggae rhythms, Caribbean cuisine. The premises are in good spirits, and we easily fall into conversation with a greeting Hola! or Buenas!

Culinary side, here we eat tapado (fish soup and seafood cooked in coconut milk) and drink the coco loco (rum + coconut milk right in the nuts), but children prefer by far the pollo frito y papas fritas street, fried in a frying can no longer doubtful.

Moist heat surprises us, we who were not there very long at over 2000m. Even walking the streets after 9 o'clock in the morning is painful, so the heat is overwhelming. We quickly understand why strenuous activities, such as public works, does happen very early in the morning. At 5 am this morning, workers were already in operation and there was no one at 8:30 when we pointed our noses out. Young, old, mothers sit on the ground in the shade, watching the little ones. The hottest hours, although there are tourists who roam the streets.

To effectively beat the heat, this time we give the onslaught of vendors / waitresses of all kinds, and is found Maëlle "pura negrita" according to Paola, the Garifuna woman who cared for her, making braids with remarkable dexterity (10 mn watch in hand).

The city is directly on the ocean in the Gulf of Honduras, the beaches are very narrow and littered with rubbish of all sorts, bad! There is a private beach of white sand as it can be imagined in the Caribbean, but it is 12 km and the service is overpriced lancha!

It is completely softened by the heat we decided to leave this charming village to the neighboring country.

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Rio Dulce

Lanchas public in Rio Dulce, the dock is located under the bridge and is the only company official

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