The
last ladder brought us to the top platform, above the tree line,
where a good-sized crowd had assembled to celebrate the sunrise.
A long-haired young man sat cross-legged, playing an out-of-tune
guitar, while a group of people circled around him chanted in a
language I couldn’t identify. Nearby, a man and a woman wearing
chic adventure gear had assumed meditative positions; they sucked
in deep breaths, then loudly exhaled the malevolent air in their
systems. Their breathing exercises continued unabated even when
the ramón-pungent smell of Tikal was periodically replaced
by clouds of repellent as one or another of the tourists doused
themselves with DEET. The whine of the mosquito horde challenged
the chanting of the guitar-player’s entourage and the Pentecostal
murmuring of the Baptist youth group holding hands in prayer. To
one side, Jorge and a park guard stood watching it all, sharing
a cigarette.
An
enchanting green light filtered through the dripping canopy, and
the loud songs of the birds and tree frogs silenced my thoughts.
Just then, a branch above us cracked; we heard the rustle of leaves,
some crashing, and suddenly a thud right in our midst. Someone stifled
a scream. We turned, startled, then hurriedly scrambled back: a
snake had fallen from the branches overhead. Before we could move,
the guide dashed forward, waving his machete, and brought down the
blade onto the stunned reptile, cutting its body in two.
For
several seconds, everyone stood motionless, too stunned to react.
Then, slowly, we came back to life – nervous giggles, cautious
approaches, exclamations of amazement. The guide was congratulated,
photos were taken – each tourist wanted a picture of themselves
crouching over the dead snake and another of the guide poking it
with the machete. It was, everyone agreed, an incredible occurrence,
the highlight of the day. Back at the lodge the snake was the talk
of breakfast, and excited descriptions and pantomimes were provided
for those unlucky not to have witnessed it. No one mentioned, if
anyone even knew, that the snake was a tree boa – quite harmless
to humans.
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