Up the road from Coban, we passed through the 'cave' town of Lanquin and camped up at Semuc Champey, where we jumped off rocks and bridges to our hearts' delight.
We camped on a river and partied until late with a huge group with people from Long Beach, Seattle, Honduras, Germany, NY, and probably many other places. Garen and I contributed a bottle of Belicean rum, some dude sang and played a ukelele, and everyone crowded around a bonfire. It was a bit like sixth grade camp, except we did not play capture the flag, and i earned a hangover.
Semuc Champey is famous for a series of beautiful natural pools on an otherwise rushing river complete with waterfalls and an underground section.
On the way down into the Lanquin-Semuc area, it felt like our brakes were getting pretty bad. We had trouble coming to complete stops, and a few times the pedal went to the floor with no response. The following morning, we had no brakes at all. Just godawful screeches and vibrations.
We have been talking about needing brakes before the trip began and our lack of action finally came back to bite us in the ass. The mountain roads were very steep with treacherous cliffs and narrow passages.
We limped the truck back down to Coban, where we thought we may be able to find parts, in one of the scarier drives in my recollection. Our heavy truck builds momentum quickly, and we nearly employed Flinstone foot brakes on more than one occasion.
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