|Escaping a sinkhole|
|This is what a landslide composed of gravel looks like|
|A landslide composed of "land"|
|Landslide composed of rock|
There’s that feeling like your heart falling through your pyloric sphincter into your stomach.
“How can this be, we have to turn back and go all the way through Guatemala City to continue?” Noooooooo!
It’s a miracle when Pat notices the tiny road going through the landslide down in the distance. It’s so far down that a pickup passing by looks like a Matchbox car. We start looking for the access road and find our way down and across. This adventure is drawing to a close as we emerge into civilization through the town of San Cristobal Verapaz. Pat and Greg begin riding again as we make our way to the Park Hotel in Santa Cruz Verapaz. This place is awesome! It is a self-proclaimed four-star hotel but relatively speaking we put it at seven stars. The owner, Emanuel is an Italian from Rome and he is the man. We showed up at his restaurant, covered in mud and looking like something that cat dragged in. We told Emanuel about ROMP, the ride and asked for two nights. He donated a little cabin for two nights.
|The mountainside slide blocking our path|
|Pat finds our road to freedom, look at that little car below|