El hotelito perdido

The word of mouth and some other travelers led us to the next destination, “El hotelito Perdido”, a small scale bungalow place in the jungle along Rio Dulce. The place was amazing, hidden behind vegetation and consisting of four wooden bungalows. In the main building there were hammocks, games, guitars, and there us 10 guests and the hosts (a coughing long haired Englishman who hated Robbie Williams and chain-smoked cigarettes, and a polish alert woman who was super kind but had a working and moving speed beating most). Every night we enjoyed dinner together and spent a lot of time hanging out since the heavy jungle rain came. Being in paradise, surrounded by a Caribbean river, wild colorful flowers and palm trees, I realized there must be a downside about a place that appears so perfect. And of cause the Englishman started to tell us about corruption, violence, deadly snakes, spiders and all the scorpions in the hood (according to him he had been bitten 50 times). That was enough to boost my paranoia, I became irrationally scared of the jungle. The last day I had a gigantic spider on my raincoat and a little black scorpion ran out from under my bag, and actually I felt quite relived.