Finca Tatin & Ak'tenamit

Finca Tatin, up the river where we went turned out to be a little piece of paradise. I was reachable only by river and forest trail and for about 150Q a night (roughly twenty bucks) we could stay in a room with a shower and electricity for three hours a night. The place consisted of a main "lodge" area set near the water line and raised above a riparian area teeming with tiny crabs, turtles, and even jymungous banana spiders!

That morning we rented a kayak and paddled up some gorgeous waterfront to Ak'tenamit, an impressive little live-in school nestled into an alcove along a fork off the main river. At the dock we were greeted by a guide who showed us all throughout the place and described it to us in relative detail. I kept hearing and observing some impressive aspects that reflected what I consider very progressive and egalitarian views (students are required to provide support to their community before graduating, students are allowed to work in if unable to pay tuition in money) mixed in with what I have begun to interpret as rather conservative traditional Mayan philosophy (girls housed in separate village from boys, men most often in positions of authority. The tour was as much a cultural experience as it was a lesson in Mayan autonomy.

After a nap back at the finca, we tried in vain to work our way up to a hot springs near the water on the main river. We did however manage to amble our way up a quite hidden stream that leads to a community a few scant yards back from the main water front. Finding it not to be the hot springs, we doubled back and paddle the arduous kayak journey back to the Finca where dinner and jovial conversation awaited us before bed.

R.I.P. Fujitsu LifeBook

Well, my laptop failed this morning. And not in the sort of confusing "It won't turn on" sort of way, but in more of a decisive "The entire screen has turned into strange geometric patterns and it makes cryptic system beeps" kind of way.

Don Simeon showed up a second time last night and messed with the circuits inside the bomba while it flashed and threw sparks at him. Then, having failed to fix it, he insisted on trying to fix the toilet in the absence of running water as if we could know whether or not it had actually been fixed.

At six last night, I got a phone call from Hilda. She came at seven to get me and take me to a hotel two blocks from Enlace, so at least I got a real shower and shave last night.