This my guide Alberto. It is a must to have a guide at Tikal because the area is 16 sq. km of jungle with poorly marked paths between sites.
Monday night I camped at Tikal. I was up early...loaded the bike and took off for Flores about an hour away. As I was arriving some sort of protest, involving somewhere around 2,000 motorbikes and 3 to 5,000 people riding these bikes, blocked the highway as I was entering town...I was probably one of the last to get through. After riding out to the island of Flores, I decided to head out for Antigua but the main route to Guatemala City was blocked by the protest which I was told could last several more hours. My Garmin GPS had charted a route 540 km from Flores to Antigua via Guatemala City. I looked at a map and thought that route was going way too far out of the way so I overruled Mr. Garmin and created a custom route to Antigua that is 240 km. Well, Mr. Garmin knew that most travelers would be more comfortable following his route...not to mention they would arrive one day sooner. I did get some nice photos that I would not have gotten following Mr. Garmin's plan.
At this point I was still feeling clever, but that was soon to change.
This photo was taken right after the first drop...the bike is just too heavily loaded for this terrain and I am unable to keep it out of the ruts or even in the ruts.
When the bike and I reached the top of this grade (about 30 kms) we have been down five or six times. The Guatemalan police are following me and helping me right the bike after each fall. Now we are entering a construction zone and the bike and I go down three times in 100 yards. The police suggest, through gesture, that I put my gear in their truck (BV-057) and when we took the top gear off the bike the balance was perfect...no more drops. It was about 20 kms down the other side which was all under construction...thank the Heavens it did not rain. When we reached the bottom there is a paved road and the town of Rabinal. I am whipped...I get a room at the only hotel in town and awake Thursday morning feeling that it would be an easy morning to Antigua.
I leave Rabinal and the road turns into a cart path. We make it about 2 kms and the chain on the bike breaks. It is hot...my first thought is "do not panic." I know the road is patrolled by the police. I have a repair link with me but have never put one in before. The first thing is to unload the bike and get it on the centerstand. When the chain was finally repaired there were two men on the ground with me and five standing ready to help in any way they could. In all it took two hours to get moving again. If I had not brought this repair link this would have been an expensive and time consuming ordeal.
I passed through countless villages along this 100 km trek off grid and people of all ages stopped what they were doing to inspect this traveler...and I can only guess what might have been going through their minds..."is he lost...loco...?".
More will be revealed.....