After trapsing through the jungle for HOURS, there was a little river, and a sound was heard like that of a bird. It was this woman, coming out of nowhere with her two small children, in a hand-carved canoe, whistling in response to the guide. The guide who could not speak English, and I could not speak Spanish. I made large claping motion with my arms, and he smiled knowingly, and nodded, yes, there were alligators in this water outside Livingston, Guatemala.