We set off from the dormant port town of Livingstone, and then along the Rio Dulce, passed through the chicory forest. We stopped to watch people cut down trees, harvest sap, and load products onto small airplanes. In a local market, we see hundreds of years of indigenous life: Indians blend Catholicism with traditional customs, and women live difficult but uncomplaining lives. Then it returned to the coast and arrived at the prosperous Flores Island, a trading island. The lovely woman sang for us until dusk, ending our glimpse of Guatamala.