Those who know me personally and those who have followed this blog know that I took my pretty little boat, Nancy Dawson, on a single-handed trip from Fort Lauderdale to Mexico, Belize and the Rio Dulce in Guatemala back in 1992. Damn that seems so long ago when I see it written down, but it was only just yesterday in my memory.
The Rio Dulce was one of the three prettiest places I’ve ever been to and it’s hard to describe it to anyone. Photos simply don’t capture the splendor at all. They lack motion and depth perception. I don’t have many photos of my trip. Unbeknownst to me, my camera wasn’t working when I ran several rolls of film through it, so I have to depend on other people’s work.
In trying to describe what the Rio is like I tell people:
“You check into the dirt-bag little town of Livingston to check into Guatemala. It may have changed some since I was there, but all I wanted to do was get my paperwork out of the way and continue on. When you’re done with Customs, Immigration and the Port Captain you hoist anchor and head up the river for about a mile and then the river makes a 90 degree turn to the left and your mouth falls open with the beauty that surrounds you. The gorge of the river rise 300 feet straight up on either side and are filled with teak, mahogany and palms. I saw toucans flitting amongst the trees and wild orchids and hanging vines. Indians fishing in dugout canoes and after the rain waterfalls cascade down to the river.”
Of the many videos on youtube I found this the best and thanks to johnmelw for sharing it with us.