Two carloads of us drove down to Red Bank and picked up our tour guide from Scarlet Macaw Bed & Breakfast. |
These little red berries are one of the fruits the birds come to eat. |
Almost to the top... None of us was expecting a big hike. |
We were rewarded with the sight of several Scarlet macaws. |
Ah, the love of a mother and daughter. |
When the birds left the area we hiked back down the hill to go to our next location. |
Walking the road back to our vehicles. |
Our next stop was the Mennonite community of Roseville. This meant a river crossing, which, again, nobody was expecting. |
We didn't take pictures of any people, but this cow didn't seem to mind our photographs. |
Walking toward the hillside where the Scarlet macaws hang out. That is our Maya guide, Rogelio, on the left. |
More cattle to greet us at the end of the road. |
We saw lots more Scarlet macaws (that didn't photograph well), plus this Toucan (in the center). |
A dam on one of the Mennonite farms. |
Homemade hydro power. |
One last sighting of Scarlet macaws before we left. They squawk loudly, so you hear them coming from a long ways away, and you have plenty of time to look around and find them. |
Rogelio took us to their nearby family farm for a brief tour. |
Unfortunately, nobody can remember what our guide called this fruit. |
Rogelio compared this fruit to cacao, but the flavor is more like melon. It was good, but we all agreed that the fruit of cacao is better. |
Our very last stop was the "zip line" that people would use to get to and from Roseville as a shortcut, or when the water in the river is too high to cross. |
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