Captain Eric
Yesterday myself, Bjorn, Elliot, Laura, two Canadians, and three unidentified Guatemalans boarded a motorboat to travel around Rio Dulce and visit the fort, hot springs, and Livingston in turn.
I was disappointed with the fort. It seemed pathetically easy to overtake, and apparently was, given that Drake managed to beat it sometime around 1575, if I remember the guide right. It had its own little charms, though...a dungeon below that killed a great many prisoners by being lower than high-tide, a factor that the builders seem to have overlooked. And a few of the cannons had a fleur-de-lis emblazoned on the front, from when the fort managed to defeat the English, who acquired most of their weaponry from France. No wonder they lost.
The most entertaining part of the day was Eric, our Guatemalan captain, and a player in every sense of the word, except where the word implies "successful in any way." The two Guatemalan women in the boat were alternately his friends, then his wives, and then his girlfriends, depending on who asked him. All association dropped when he met some marginally attractive girls on the mainland, however. He also enjoyed chasing birds, and several times shot the boat through a flock calmly resting in the middle of the lake. It was quite entertaining, since by the time the flock realized something was chasing them down, it was too late to do much of anything but dive underneath the boat.
Bjorn and Elliot were quite peeved (well, mostly Bjorn) when they received, upon my recommendation, a bowl of tomato soup that was supposed to be ceviche. My reassurances that it wasn´t good ceviche didn´t reassure them, and I doubt that they´ll try it again.
And the Caribbean is warm. It almost burned my feet.
I was disappointed with the fort. It seemed pathetically easy to overtake, and apparently was, given that Drake managed to beat it sometime around 1575, if I remember the guide right. It had its own little charms, though...a dungeon below that killed a great many prisoners by being lower than high-tide, a factor that the builders seem to have overlooked. And a few of the cannons had a fleur-de-lis emblazoned on the front, from when the fort managed to defeat the English, who acquired most of their weaponry from France. No wonder they lost.
The most entertaining part of the day was Eric, our Guatemalan captain, and a player in every sense of the word, except where the word implies "successful in any way." The two Guatemalan women in the boat were alternately his friends, then his wives, and then his girlfriends, depending on who asked him. All association dropped when he met some marginally attractive girls on the mainland, however. He also enjoyed chasing birds, and several times shot the boat through a flock calmly resting in the middle of the lake. It was quite entertaining, since by the time the flock realized something was chasing them down, it was too late to do much of anything but dive underneath the boat.
Bjorn and Elliot were quite peeved (well, mostly Bjorn) when they received, upon my recommendation, a bowl of tomato soup that was supposed to be ceviche. My reassurances that it wasn´t good ceviche didn´t reassure them, and I doubt that they´ll try it again.
And the Caribbean is warm. It almost burned my feet.
posted by NateWazoo at 6:19 PM
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