It was about a 6 hour shuttle van ride from Coban to Flores on Saturday. We rode with the family of the driver - her sister, one young son each, and Abuela. We're usually with younger backpackers on these shuttles, which I mostly enjoy, but it was nice to be with other parents and kids for a change. Along the way, in Sayaxche, the van stopped at the edge of this river. We weren't expecting this, and didn't know what was going on. One of the boys started jumping up and down, yelling, "ferry, ferry!" There wasn't a ferry in sight, just a line of cars on both sides of the river. Then the "dock" on the other side started started moving toward us, and all was well.
