Tikal, El Mirador and Verapaz

I had so much to do, so I did not have enough time to updat my blog in English. I will make a very concise description.
- Flores, Peten: a very nice hostal: Los Amigos.
-I had to wait some time for the organisation of my hiking tour to El Mirador. I would not go if there were not enough people to join me. So advertising and waiting. In between I walked several times on the peninsula oposite Flores. And I went to Tikal. Very impressive Maya site with big big temples.
- At last, on thursday we could go on our hiking tour, with the 8 of us. Julio, Michael, Jody, Jonathan, Cedric, Robert, Karly and I. Very different people, also from different countrys: Spain, Germany, France, USA and Holland.
Our guide, Raul, a small, tough guy who knew everything of the woods and of the Mayas and their sites. And Don Jose, the mules driver with our luggage.
2 days hiking to El Mirador, the biggest Maya site, lays 65 km from the nearest village, so a tough trip.
Visiting these very very big temples, the highest, La Danta, is 72 m, is an impressive experience.
The fourth day we were not able to leave because of heavy rainfall, Jeronimo was passing by. So on the fifth day we started on mules, until the first camping place and from there we hiked. The paths were very muddy and looked sometimes more like rivers than like paths. It took us 11 ours to arrive in La Carmelita again. Tired but satisfied. This experience will never disappear from my memory.
The next day I started to go for Lanquin, but on my way I changed my plans and paused in Coban. I was quite tired, the driver drove the car like crazy and I was in a time squeeze because I would meet my foster child these days and the possibility of shifting this appointment was unsure.
After Coban, not a very interesting town I went on to Salam, equally not so interesting, but at least near the meeting place with Waldemar.
From Salama I visited El Biotopo de Quetzal, and especially Los Faltas de Chilasco, the highest cascades of central America. A beautiful hiking. And at least I have heard the Quetzal singing, only I did not see him.
I am completely of the backpackers route, so now I have to speak Spanish, because noboduy here speaks English. The type of contact is also rather different, not touristic any more.