Back to Flores

Erin and I had breakfast in Ruthie's kitchen. She made us frijoles, jeuvos revueltos (scrambled eggs), and flour tortillas. After two months of corn tortillas, these flour tortillas were amazing! They were thick, a little fluffy, and had just a hint of sweetness!

After lounging on the beach for a bit, it was time to head back to Guatemala. We took a series of buses, and about 5 hours later we were back at the border. The border crossing went smoothly again and we hopped aboard a van headed for Flores.

We arrived in Flores just before sundown (I think) and checked into a hotel with a view of the lake. It seemed nice enough and there were lots of people staying there - usually a good sign. I dropped my backpack in the room, locked the door, and we headed out to explore.

We found an internet cafe so I could print my ticket for the flight to Guatemala City. This was a little hard to do, though, since it started raining. Every time it rains here, the power fluctuates pretty wildly. Fortunately, between blackouts, the power stayed on long enough for me to print my ticket!

Erin wanted some more souvenirs for gifts so we browsed through some artisan shops. She ended up buying a few purses ... making the total 9 ... I think. I guess you can never have enough purses?

Anyway, we wandered through the rain for awhile before we found a restaurant that suited us. It was great - not really authentic Guatemalan, but tasty nonetheless! We had some kind of barbecue chicken fajitas. The included dessert was less great ... it was watermelon with maple syrup. Yikes. I doubt even Canadians would appreciate that!

Upon arriving back at the hotel room, I found my backpack open and my cash gone! Someone had come into the locked room and stolen my cash! They took roughly $280 worth of Quetzales. I checked, rechecked, and triple checked every part of my backpack to make sure I hadn't just misplaced it. But it was gone. We was robbed.

I went downstairs and talked to the incredibly shady desk attendant who assured me that the hotel wasn't responsible since I didn't leave my cash in the locked drawer at the front desk. I didn't know about this drawer, but I wouldn't have left my cash with him even if I had ... Pretty sure it was an inside job and he was my number one suspect. But I knew it was the height of optimism to even tell the hotel that my money was stolen. I thought there might be an outside chance they would question some employees since the thief probably had a key (or could pick locks).

Just really frustrating.