It was a day of 2 hour journeys, first 2 hours to Rio Lagartos then a 2 hour boat trip and 2 hours back. We got ourselves a private boat and zoomed down the river at great speed to see pelicans and a crocodile, and hundreds (though not thousands) of flamingos. This was the first time I’d seen the latter in the wild and they were far pinker than I had realised, wading about in pink waters flecked with flying bits of foam, comically in synchronity, and once or twice flying off gracefully and improbably, like flying serpents. Very beautiful. There was also a stop at a swimming beach, one without crocodiles, and I just swam in my clothes trusting to the fierce sun to dry me out eventually. Which it did, though when we went ofr lunch I went to the bathroom and took off sopping underwear to dry separately. The boat ride itself was nice and I’m glad we had it to ourselves, but it was conducted like a checklist so not quite as enjoyable as one might have hoped.
The little town itself was pleasant once one left the tourist drag along the sea. We walked around for a bit and I had a soursop ice cream while the GF had a strawberry mango frappe which made him quite unhappy as despite fresh fruit it was heavily sweetened and topped with cheap chocolate syrup and cream from a can. A shame. On the way back I had forgotten my headphones so could not listen to podcasts, instead I napped for the first hour till we arrived at the change point in Tizimal where an instant coffee and a tres leches cake served to wake me up.