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The water taxi arrived, and this one was a little bigger than the last one. We all packed on to the boat, which seemed to have endless amounts of space, as more and more cargo got loaded on: giant suitcases, medical supplies, cooking supplies, and much much more. We secured two spots about three-quarters of the way back, and I nervously awaited the open water. Much to my relief, the water was much calmer than yesterday, making the ride pretty easy, and actually, quite enjoyable. I hadn't realized the water was that rough, relatively speaking, on the way out. I'm glad I didn't chicken out and opt to fly back.

We finally got back to the hotel at around 5pm, and immediately took a long, hot shower that went on for about three hours. Now that we felt human again, we started organizing our things to leave for Guatemala the next day, but found we were too late to do laundry, so we just crammed giant bags of dirty clothes into our packs to wait until we got to Flores.

By now, Erin was positively drained of energy again, though I somehow managed to get a second-wind, probably just relief from not being sick anymore. We walked up the street to take a crack at some Italian food, which turned out to be not nearly as bad as the two-gay-guys-from-New-York we met two nights earlier had said. Then again, we didn't order anything remotely Italian, and we may have been partial to it for the tiny black kitten that kept putting his front paws on the side of our chair hoping to catch a scrap or two of fish.

We headed back, and Erin fell asleep almost immediately, at only 8:30. It was only a few minutes later before I followed suit, thinking all the while just what an ordeal it was to make our way out to Crooked Tree and back. The next time we decide to take a trek to see something that requires sleeping in insect repellant and getting up in the dark, I suspect we're going to think twice about it.

And probably do it anyway.

-- Keith

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