information man, seeing my plight, said he would make a few phone calls to find where I might get a ride to Rio Dulce. Meanwhile I needed to change some money. The Bank consisted of a counter without a teller and an ATM machine that took only Master Card. It was not “one of those moments” because I do not have a Master Card. Back at the Information Desk I was informed that the teller would return in 5 minutes. 20 minutes later still no teller. By now the man at the Information Desk, I thought, would be able to give me some information regarding transportation to Rio Dulce. I was dreaming!! Knowing that the drive to Rio Dulce is a minimum of 4 hours I was getting hard pressed for time. The flight from Houston was 2 hours late in departing and it was now 3:00 pm; the taxi option was looking better despite the cost. Finally the bank reopened and I changed some money. Now armed with $200 changed into Q1600.00 (Quetzals) I went outside to bargain for a taxi. Finally a man spoke up and said he would take me there for $120.00 US. I tried bargaining, but he said no to my offer of $100.00 US and started to walk away….desperation does funny things. I said OK. So he put my dive bag in back and off we went. Oscar as it turned out was a good driver, his car clean and he spoke more English than my Spanish; not that we carried on deep conversations, but I learned he was married and had 3 children 2 girls and 1 boy.