From Rio Dulce I took the boat to Livingston… it was a wonderful journey…

Livingston has an unusual mix of Garífuna, Afro-Caribbean, Maya and Ladino people and culture.   It has a Jamaican feel to it.  When arrived at Livingston, our boat was met by young local guides offering to take our bags for tips.  A lad called Kachi helped me with mine, and helped deliver me to the hostel I was staying at.  On the way, we went to his relatives eating place and drunk coconuts and a fish dish known in the area. Garifuna dish is a soup with Plantain, and vegetables and a whole fresh fish.  Chickens, cats, dogs, and cute children wandered, close to the sea.

He took me to the hostel was I booked to stay in, I was thankful for his help with bags and directions, and gave him payment too.  Another time I met his brother Dayna too, as they were playing with their drumming band and invited me to come and watch.  They took me out one night to all their favourite drinking establishments.  I don’t drink but I seemed to somehow got weaseled into buying them a few drinks.  I knew very well what was happening but they were also good company.  We went dancing too, at a local place. I don’t drink, so I was alert, but then I got very tired and he walked me home to make sure I got back ok. 

He became my friend and we met up on the last morning I was leaving too, it was good to get a feel of Livingston from a local.  There is also the Jamaican vibe there, with a certain amount of the natural herb of marijuana, the Ganja helping with the vibes. 

There is a crocodile in an open enclosure by the water, interesting to see it like that.

On my last day in Livingston I took a lancha (boat) day tour out to an island paradise, Playa Blanca, and drunk coconut on the beach, enroute we stopped at various waterfall spots and went for a rocky walk to turquoise watering holes.

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Goodbye Livingston, the next day I went on a boat to a place where I could get a bus to Copan, Honduras.