The eldest son and the teacher (moonlighting as a farmer in the morning) had already left as all others, pigs, chicken and turkeys joined to watch us eat our food and drink our sweetened home grown coffee. Family photo and gift of old wallet and $25 left as a thank you.
Left before seven in search of a boat acrooss the laguna to Sayaxche. Some 10km out of our way listening to contradictory information from villagers giving directions, we gave up and returned to Las Pozas on the dirt road.
The heat was picking up but we ploughed on. We needed to pick up speed to get to all the places we had planned. The hills were less challenging but still ever present (this is no southern Laos or Cambodia for sure)
As we were nearing our last chance town of La Libertad, my front wheel developed a puncture. Tadek had the tool so I pushed the bike to catch up.with him at a roadside shop 1km down the road. Fixed it then battled on into the bustling, grimey town of La Libertad as darkness fell.
Caught a bus to Flores and walked back into the main tourist trail with backpackers everwhere.
Hostel. Walk around the island town, a beer, washing on to soak then crashed in seconds. 100km in the day on the bike had taken its revenge.