Rees
I think that you last joined us in the Lonely Planet's Honduran darling, the city of Tela. Despite the allure of the Tela's monkeyless lagoons and anemic nightlight, Jozza and I decided head back to Tikal in Guatemala (word on the street was that there was some kick-arse ruins there). The trip took about 13 hours and had it all, about six changes of buses, corrupt boarder officials and a very uncomfortable ride in the back of a pick-up with two fat Guatemalan women who stalked Joel for the whole day (I think they liked the look of the fcankles that he has been vigorously developing since hanging up the boots).
From Tikal we visited the Mayan ruins that are about hours drive away. Fucking awesome, is the best way to descibe them. It here that we finally saw a monkey, no thanks to the Lonely Planet. A couple of days later in an internet cafe over a few beers, we listened to Roy and HG call the Roys (or the three Fitzroy players that remain from the so called "merger") home in the Grand Final. It was also here that Joel and I went our separate ways. I was headed for Belize and he was going back to gay camp. The fellowship was broken and while Joel tried to be strong, as the bus drove away I looked back to see him crying like a kid who had knackered himself on the frame of his BMX for the first time. Although this gesture was moving I was glad to be rid of him as I had not had a decent nights sleep for two months because of his serial snoring.
Jozz
After wiping away the tears and pulling myself together I spent the rest of the day hanging around waiting for my 10:30pm bus. Had the great idea that a few beers under the belt would help me sleep on the bus, so I headed to a bar that Rees and I had visited the night before where we had left a bit of an impression and the locals were stoked to see me again and put me in control of the CD player. Pulled out my Dan Brodie Cd and before you knew it had the whole place thigh slapping and "Yea Harring". I got down the couple of beers that would ensure a plesent 8hr bus ride, said good bye and headed to the bus stop. I had made one error in my well calculated plan though, there was no toilet on the bus, so I spent the whole 8hr trip in pain with stomach cramps from having to hold on for the whole trip. Got into Guatemala City at 6:30am feeling terrible and hobbeled to the toilet.