A Day to Hate and Forget
The day was shit. No better word for it. Everything was wrong - our mood, the whether, the Coleman stove not working. We camped on a sea shore, but there was no breeze as we sat in the van, that seemed hotter and smaller then usual, for an hour - Shurik trying to fix the burner, and I, with the four eggs in my hands, ready to leap into breakfast making, without wasting a drop of precious fuel we were almost out off, and trying not to think about having to pee as that would mean opening the door and facing the mosquitoes that would not only bite me then, but get into the car and catch a ride with us for days, feeding on our bare feet.
Finally the stove obliged. Whoop-de-doo. With minor burns, bellies full, and no change in spirits we made our way to the Reserva, though on a day like this a wiser move would have been to check into a hostel room and just "let it pass".
The reservation was nice. A cute boardwalk led around a swamp and from the high-tower you could see the merging of rivers and iguanas in the trees. We took pictures, even got happier there for a second when coming within excellent shot distance of a Toloque (Bassiliscus Vittatus). Smaller then an iguana, but bigger then your average lizard it looked more like a small Parasaurolophus or Charonosaurus! It was great. Awesome. A much needed highlight! Until the drive in our Canon 20D started clicking, gave an error message, and died taking all those great shots, including the one's from Independence Day in Merida, and the ruins of Uxmal, to its fried hardware grave.
Wish I could say this heartbreaking fatality made us mourn together and closer in the long run. We have moved on (down the trail I mean), and tried to salvage what was left of this miserable day, but it was far from being over. To say it lightly: we fought. We fought the way couples fight over nothing, when it's nobody's fault, but then somebody says something and the other answers cruelly and there is no stopping it from there. Eventually, it of course came to the same thing it started from - nothing, but the damage is done, feelings are hurt, and the only way to revive the love is by admitting that it was your fault, and/or you are sorry, and/or you wish you could erase this #&*%ing day all together.
We did just that. All of it. Both of us. And held hands all the way to Villahermosa where we checked into a hotel, lied on the bed, and watched TV.
Suitably to the sort of day we were having (gloom being already there) we watched "Fail Safe". I cried. If nothing else, this film would make you want to travel (or live) in a third-world-county.
Finally the stove obliged. Whoop-de-doo. With minor burns, bellies full, and no change in spirits we made our way to the Reserva, though on a day like this a wiser move would have been to check into a hostel room and just "let it pass".
The reservation was nice. A cute boardwalk led around a swamp and from the high-tower you could see the merging of rivers and iguanas in the trees. We took pictures, even got happier there for a second when coming within excellent shot distance of a Toloque (Bassiliscus Vittatus). Smaller then an iguana, but bigger then your average lizard it looked more like a small Parasaurolophus or Charonosaurus! It was great. Awesome. A much needed highlight! Until the drive in our Canon 20D started clicking, gave an error message, and died taking all those great shots, including the one's from Independence Day in Merida, and the ruins of Uxmal, to its fried hardware grave.
Wish I could say this heartbreaking fatality made us mourn together and closer in the long run. We have moved on (down the trail I mean), and tried to salvage what was left of this miserable day, but it was far from being over. To say it lightly: we fought. We fought the way couples fight over nothing, when it's nobody's fault, but then somebody says something and the other answers cruelly and there is no stopping it from there. Eventually, it of course came to the same thing it started from - nothing, but the damage is done, feelings are hurt, and the only way to revive the love is by admitting that it was your fault, and/or you are sorry, and/or you wish you could erase this #&*%ing day all together.
We did just that. All of it. Both of us. And held hands all the way to Villahermosa where we checked into a hotel, lied on the bed, and watched TV.
Suitably to the sort of day we were having (gloom being already there) we watched "Fail Safe". I cried. If nothing else, this film would make you want to travel (or live) in a third-world-county.