Mayan Mud Bath

The boat sped down the Ria Lagartos estuary, passing shallow islets of tightly packed mangrove trees. Its waters were different shades of turquoise, mixed with the emerald green of the leaves and the bright baby blue of a clear July

Wild Burro Attack!

I lay in my sleeping bag, unable to sleep. Outside the tent, the heavy winds that had complicated our overnight fishing trip had died down. Maybe they’d be back. I could feel a thin layer of sand and fine dust

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