We really couldn’t have arranged a better departure from Monterrico. Oscar sat snugly in the middle of a rickety old wooden ferry, Bec and I waved goodbye to Mugsie and Margot as they waved back from the river shore. Then we settled in for the ride. With the windows and doors wide open to catch some breeze, we sat in the van and read our books while the ferryman navigated up the river through calm marshlands and past fishermen poling their canoes with the current. With the ancient volcanic mountains rising in the distance and the occasional great egret flapping by, it really was an idyllic little boat ride.
Little did we know that this we would do this twice more before we actually managed to leave Guatemala. On the first try we were about 15 minutes from the El Salvador border when we realized that Mugsie had left her passport in the car. With no way to contact her we decided that the best decision was to turn around and drive back. So we took the ferry back again.
The next day after another night in Monterrico, we were up super early to catch the ferry one last time, only to find a car parked right in the alleyway, blocking the only path out of our camping spot. We asked around and found out that the driver had taken a boat upriver. We had to wait around for a couple of hours for him to come back and move his car. Sometimes things are just harder than they should be, lucky the boat ride was so nice.