So weve made it out of our tiny little mountain town and are in the cuty of San Jose before we catch our flight tomorrow morning. The small town of 150 people, Mastatal, was a gem with extremely friendly locals, a small bar ( the most thrilling thing to do in town) and a few other fincas that ran the same type of volunteer situation like the Iguana Chocolate.. where we stayed. We did alot of different tasks and projects but the most fun and most frequent was the biweekly making of chocolate. We made flavors from mint to ginger, vanilla to rum. mmmmmmmm needless to say we stuffed ourselves on chocolate, brownies and Choco Banano milkshakes. Sonya and I noth learned how to milk cows.. not as easy as LIdiette, the mother makes it looks (squirting out abouit a gallon in two minute the wiping the sweat off her brow and resting for a spell) but a very valuable and fun skill to assertain. I also got to ride a horse for the first time that I can remember, and a ride filled with responsibilit, driving some cattle home from the escort of anothe bull that was to be sold. My horse, having a mind of its own, i couldnt panic and had to be a very responsible rider and master to my horse. Needless to say it all went smoothly. We did many other things including carrying 50lb. palms on our backs, doing some carpentry, cutting wood, and we gave them the idea to start a plastic construction project... you see there is nothing but piling trash in the village due to the lack of garbage service. So when we proposed that you could make buildings out of this trash by stuffing them into plastic bottles and using them as bricks in an adobe or cement combination, the family was just thrilled. Hopefully we can email them and get progress photos of our plastic project.
On sundays, our day off, we just usually relaxed, but the last sunday, when the rain had held off, there was a bit of a soccer tournament in the town a couple of miles away so we watched Mastatal´s team, the galacticos, a very good team, tie in their two games. It was really fuin watching everyone from the villages there, including the two bus drivers (weve dubbed them Marioo and Luigi due to their red faces and noses and their robust mustaches). There was even a raffle for a roasted chicken. Very sad to be leaving, we headed for the beach town of UVITA on the southern coast. We had a great time there camping through rainy afternoon and nights, swinging in hammoks, biking to the beach, and working on the last touch of our tan that we will take home.
Now we are in San Jose wherewe have actually found it quite hip and metropolitan with a few museums we THOUGHT would be a great time. Most of the museos have been way too expensive, or just a bunch of stands set up of people selling things like a fair, or just not open at all. Despite our museum flops, the plazas and parks have just been splendid, especially Parque La Sabana, where we went on sunday and there were about 250 pick up soccer games going on, no joke!!! We found a nice cheap place to stay with a really friendly yet twilight zonish feel... i feel like its 40 years before. and everyone speaks perfect spanish and perfect english and are relatively young but look really old. Anyhow we are coming home tomorrow eveing and WILL be celebrating so once you get that call, come bolting over.
This here is the last blog... hope you enjpoyed it.. until our next adventure... CIao!!!!!!
Monday, June 8, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
barefoot barbecue
So i think it has been a while since ive filled in everyone on where ive been. Hopefully you've been reading sonya's blog too. The last thing I can recall not writing about was going to Las Peñitas outside of Leon on the coast, a very small little surfing beach. I didnt get a chance to surf because everyone said it was too dangerous at the moment, however we got plenty of time in swimming, eating fried foods and hamac swinging. We even got some Cine in, seeing Slumdog Millionaire twice.. After a couple more nights in Leon, waiting for Sonya's spectacles prescrption, we headed for Granada, right at the north shore of Lake Nicaragua. When we first got there, we had some directions to a couch surfers house, mnay I mention, very bad directions. There was no number or street, just vague directions and suggestions like "just ask for the gringo", which didnt help a bit.
Our host was a very Intersesting fellow from LA, who just hated Nicaragua. He hated the people, but didnt really treat them with respect, because he claimed to be robbed many many times. His house was phenommenal and totally 80s ed out. While we were staying in Granada we ewent to this Laguna Apoyo, right between Masaya and Granada, a beautiful piece of water, clean, for great swimming and spectacular views.
After our stay in Granada we headed sttraight for Isla Ometepe where we camped on a part of the island called Charco Verde, a small beach with hotels. We camped, through thunder lightning, and rain for the few nights we were there, and went swimming like times a day. The first day we took a 24 kilometer bike ride into town and backm, and it wouldnt have seeemed so difficulkt if the weather wasnt above 100. Luckily the rain cooled down eveything in the afternoon. The great thing about this island is that everything is so spread out and not overcrowded with commercial or touristic thing, its all based around the nature... hiking swimming, camping, fishing. So another day we went to the thinnest part of the island.. it is an island made up of two volcanoes connected by a small strip of land, so it looks a little bit like a figure eight from above....... we found this cute little beach called Playa Domingo, but it was a pain to hike to, just missing the bus and not getting picked up by anybody. But it was worth it, for we also got to hit up this fresh water spring in the same area, and we just baarely made it back to our tent before dark when an english/german couple who were staying at the same beach, picked us up. If only we could've spent more time on Ometepe, I would be much happier. And Nicxaragua, at that, it was one of the friendliest places, most diverse and beautiful land, and by far the cheapest. We must one day return.
On the day we left Ometepe, we headed straight for Costa Rica. Our transport.. in this order.... was hike, bus, boat, taxi, walk, bus, taxi.... and after that we arrived at a place in Liberia, a good hub for travelers heading to the Nicoya Peninsula. After just one night at the place, we booked it for the coast: Playa Samara, one of the prettiest beaches ever and very relaxed atmosphere, not letting us down based on what we've heard of the reputation Costa Rica has. Everything is super expensive in Costa Rica, a cheap hotel being around 30 dollars, so we have camped every night except for the first one in Liberia. We have been saving money by cooking cheap food.. that means no meat.. . over a campfire or "parija". One night we had roasted garlic with bread, and the next as p[art of our meal, we roasted up some corn over the fire giving it the same flavor that the ladies in the market have on their corn.. mmmmmm mm.
In Samara, we were also playing alot of pool, reading, and I was learning to surf. For as bad as I did the first time i attempted surfing in Washington, I was impressed with my effort on the much more gentle and beginner waves of Samara. I still did not master the big rollers, only getting up on those a couple of times, but my confidence was building and it was becoming addicting fast.
After that we got a car rented to take the short cut to Montezuma, where we are now. It was a very fun, half unpaved road that we definetley need 4x4 for. Sonya did a great job mastering the bumps and my navigating didnt get us lost once. For a hour trip, we only used gallons of gas.. thats the only time we have used petrol for just the two of us on this trip. So were camping and campfiring again here, and have been for the last couple of nights. No time or money left for the expensive side trips you can do from here, but yesterday I had to walk into town to go to the ATM. I ended up walking about 2 miles round trip out of the 8 total miles, getting picked up by tourists, a TRACTOR, and one very crazy semi truck driver/ down dirt roads/ TWICE‼‼
So today is our last day in Montezuma, a weird lillte bohemian town with lots of beach bums. We will stay in San Jose for one night before we make our way to the chocolate farm and will be out of contact for a couple of weeks.
Then we will be back in SF for most of JUNE‼‼‼
Our host was a very Intersesting fellow from LA, who just hated Nicaragua. He hated the people, but didnt really treat them with respect, because he claimed to be robbed many many times. His house was phenommenal and totally 80s ed out. While we were staying in Granada we ewent to this Laguna Apoyo, right between Masaya and Granada, a beautiful piece of water, clean, for great swimming and spectacular views.
After our stay in Granada we headed sttraight for Isla Ometepe where we camped on a part of the island called Charco Verde, a small beach with hotels. We camped, through thunder lightning, and rain for the few nights we were there, and went swimming like times a day. The first day we took a 24 kilometer bike ride into town and backm, and it wouldnt have seeemed so difficulkt if the weather wasnt above 100. Luckily the rain cooled down eveything in the afternoon. The great thing about this island is that everything is so spread out and not overcrowded with commercial or touristic thing, its all based around the nature... hiking swimming, camping, fishing. So another day we went to the thinnest part of the island.. it is an island made up of two volcanoes connected by a small strip of land, so it looks a little bit like a figure eight from above....... we found this cute little beach called Playa Domingo, but it was a pain to hike to, just missing the bus and not getting picked up by anybody. But it was worth it, for we also got to hit up this fresh water spring in the same area, and we just baarely made it back to our tent before dark when an english/german couple who were staying at the same beach, picked us up. If only we could've spent more time on Ometepe, I would be much happier. And Nicxaragua, at that, it was one of the friendliest places, most diverse and beautiful land, and by far the cheapest. We must one day return.
On the day we left Ometepe, we headed straight for Costa Rica. Our transport.. in this order.... was hike, bus, boat, taxi, walk, bus, taxi.... and after that we arrived at a place in Liberia, a good hub for travelers heading to the Nicoya Peninsula. After just one night at the place, we booked it for the coast: Playa Samara, one of the prettiest beaches ever and very relaxed atmosphere, not letting us down based on what we've heard of the reputation Costa Rica has. Everything is super expensive in Costa Rica, a cheap hotel being around 30 dollars, so we have camped every night except for the first one in Liberia. We have been saving money by cooking cheap food.. that means no meat.. . over a campfire or "parija". One night we had roasted garlic with bread, and the next as p[art of our meal, we roasted up some corn over the fire giving it the same flavor that the ladies in the market have on their corn.. mmmmmm mm.
In Samara, we were also playing alot of pool, reading, and I was learning to surf. For as bad as I did the first time i attempted surfing in Washington, I was impressed with my effort on the much more gentle and beginner waves of Samara. I still did not master the big rollers, only getting up on those a couple of times, but my confidence was building and it was becoming addicting fast.
After that we got a car rented to take the short cut to Montezuma, where we are now. It was a very fun, half unpaved road that we definetley need 4x4 for. Sonya did a great job mastering the bumps and my navigating didnt get us lost once. For a hour trip, we only used gallons of gas.. thats the only time we have used petrol for just the two of us on this trip. So were camping and campfiring again here, and have been for the last couple of nights. No time or money left for the expensive side trips you can do from here, but yesterday I had to walk into town to go to the ATM. I ended up walking about 2 miles round trip out of the 8 total miles, getting picked up by tourists, a TRACTOR, and one very crazy semi truck driver/ down dirt roads/ TWICE‼‼
So today is our last day in Montezuma, a weird lillte bohemian town with lots of beach bums. We will stay in San Jose for one night before we make our way to the chocolate farm and will be out of contact for a couple of weeks.
Then we will be back in SF for most of JUNE‼‼‼
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Me gusta Tegucigalpa, me gustas tu
So for semana santa, sonya and I hid in trujillo, actually outside trujillo where we could camp at casa kiwi, this beautiful ploace on the beach. For the business, they asked us to work and we made a little money for the few days we served drinks and helped in the kitchen. Swimming, for probably or last time in the carribean, it was cooler than normal (a huge relief) and we saw a ton of small jellyfish. When the week came to an end we bolted for the capitol of Honduras, Tegucigalpa (what a mouthful) where we had a CS host waiting for us. She was a principal of a very exclusive bilingual school but a very cool 40 year old and authority figure. We went to some national museums with old christian art and contemporary honduran artists, a great mix, and beautiful discoveries. The second day we went to this giant Jesus statue on the hillside in a paek called Picacho, and went to this inhumane, pitiful zoo.
We left Tegucigalpa for Managua on the Tica bus, a very nicve airconditioned luxury bus (although the cheapest direct bus)... i think someone told me that it was for the poor people... wrong... totally gringoed out.
But we stayed with a couchsurfer just outside of Managua on the highway towards Masaya. He was a Swedish guy who just loved to live the good life. Every morning we had bagels with cheese fresh veggies, yogurt and tropical fruit. OJ and coffee, and this was ¨just what was around¨. He was the nicest guy and even came into the not so tourist friendly Managua with us for a day. One day we ventured to a smaller town called Masaya where we checked out its famous markets and mingled with the locals.
On our day in Managua with Tomas, we went to the nacional palace, in a very sketchy part of town where 10 year olds sniff glue and smoke cigarettes and hassle any outsiders. If I was alone I would have loved to be dropped in this neighborhood with no cash, just ten rolls of film and my camera, with a notebook and pen... it would be the poorest Ive ever seen a place and the visuals would describe a collapsing people... it could be very moving.
Any how, we left Managua yesterday and are in Leon, about an hour north and it has a nice mix of tourists and many locals, it is a pretty large town. Right now we are staying in a cute family owned hotel with a real homey vibed to the vibrantly painted rooms. Its a community kitchen so we are saving big cash.. Today we went to a really good museum called Fundacion Ortiz, with a ton of work. Some was classic European painters including Matisse and Picasso but alot of modern Nica adn other C.A. art that was really stunning and had the quality and diversity of many DF museums. Its back to the Pacific coast in a couple oif days to maybe surf but mainly soak up the rays.
We left Tegucigalpa for Managua on the Tica bus, a very nicve airconditioned luxury bus (although the cheapest direct bus)... i think someone told me that it was for the poor people... wrong... totally gringoed out.
But we stayed with a couchsurfer just outside of Managua on the highway towards Masaya. He was a Swedish guy who just loved to live the good life. Every morning we had bagels with cheese fresh veggies, yogurt and tropical fruit. OJ and coffee, and this was ¨just what was around¨. He was the nicest guy and even came into the not so tourist friendly Managua with us for a day. One day we ventured to a smaller town called Masaya where we checked out its famous markets and mingled with the locals.
On our day in Managua with Tomas, we went to the nacional palace, in a very sketchy part of town where 10 year olds sniff glue and smoke cigarettes and hassle any outsiders. If I was alone I would have loved to be dropped in this neighborhood with no cash, just ten rolls of film and my camera, with a notebook and pen... it would be the poorest Ive ever seen a place and the visuals would describe a collapsing people... it could be very moving.
Any how, we left Managua yesterday and are in Leon, about an hour north and it has a nice mix of tourists and many locals, it is a pretty large town. Right now we are staying in a cute family owned hotel with a real homey vibed to the vibrantly painted rooms. Its a community kitchen so we are saving big cash.. Today we went to a really good museum called Fundacion Ortiz, with a ton of work. Some was classic European painters including Matisse and Picasso but alot of modern Nica adn other C.A. art that was really stunning and had the quality and diversity of many DF museums. Its back to the Pacific coast in a couple oif days to maybe surf but mainly soak up the rays.
Monday, April 6, 2009
And Im on my way, idont know where im goin, but im on my way
So in the last two weeks we have covered more ground than the last two months!! We went to Copan, a town close to the ruins and guatemala border. We have discovered baleadas, a honduran breakfast much like a quesadilla but with more beans and phenomenal fluffy tortillas. While in Copan we visited a butterfly-orchid sanctuary where ii saw incredible caterpillars and flutterbys that i have never seen. On this same day i finally got a haircut, but not just any haircut, a honduran haircut, costing about $1.50. What made it so ditinct was the hair styles on posters with an extreme 80s theme, the buzzers and TV were all powered by a number of car batteries. And when he went to do the buzzing trim real close around the ears and on the back of my neck, he used an old school manual, single blade butterfly razor, which was far more accurate... gotta get me one of them. The next day we went to the ruins, which were not as impressive structurally as others, but offered a great wildlife scene. When we arrived there were about 20 macaw parrots just floating around, getting fed bananas.
One thing about honduras, and it is the same in Guatemala, just not to this degree, is that everyone carries a gun, the police have M16 or automatic shot guns, and many citizens just through a 9mm or a revolver in their belt, no holdster or anything, just cowboy up. So i took advantage of this photo op and have some great photos of this guy flaunting his gun, and even pointing it straight at the camera as i snapped the shutter.
After Copan, we hung out in Tela for one night, but do to prices and a constantly multiplying honduran tourist population, we left. It reminded us of Guayabitos on semana santa, loud, swealtering, and dirty. On the day we left, it monsoon style rained for about a half an hour, flooding the streets and drenching the beach mauraders.
After Tela, we headed to La Ceiba where we would wait until our time to go to UTILA.
La Ceiba isn't woth writing about, but we stayed for a few days. When we finally went to Utila, because we were waiting on the availability of our CouchSurfing host, it cost $22 each a boat ride, and we took two backpack fulls of food to avoid the price hikes. And the entire time that we were there, we didn't eat in a single restaurant. We were hosted by a very eccentric Salvadorean guy, who was good company most of the time, but were also joined by 1 to 6 other couchsurfers at any given time. Sonya got a job while on the island, and I was gonna look but wanting to stick to our plan and not lolly gag, we moved on, not to mention housing and cooking in a kitchen would have been a little tricky. So after a loong chicken bus ride yesterday, we are in the town, or rather, a litlle bit outside the town of Trujillo, staying in a place where we may work a little bit to help us pay the bills. We have a gorgeous beach, which isn't as warm aS OTHER CARRIBEAN WATERS, AND BELIEVE ME, IT IS A RELIEF TO ACTUALLY cool off IN THE WATER RATHER THAN STEPPING INto bath water.
Next its Tegucigalpa and on to Nicaragua.
One thing about honduras, and it is the same in Guatemala, just not to this degree, is that everyone carries a gun, the police have M16 or automatic shot guns, and many citizens just through a 9mm or a revolver in their belt, no holdster or anything, just cowboy up. So i took advantage of this photo op and have some great photos of this guy flaunting his gun, and even pointing it straight at the camera as i snapped the shutter.
After Copan, we hung out in Tela for one night, but do to prices and a constantly multiplying honduran tourist population, we left. It reminded us of Guayabitos on semana santa, loud, swealtering, and dirty. On the day we left, it monsoon style rained for about a half an hour, flooding the streets and drenching the beach mauraders.
After Tela, we headed to La Ceiba where we would wait until our time to go to UTILA.
La Ceiba isn't woth writing about, but we stayed for a few days. When we finally went to Utila, because we were waiting on the availability of our CouchSurfing host, it cost $22 each a boat ride, and we took two backpack fulls of food to avoid the price hikes. And the entire time that we were there, we didn't eat in a single restaurant. We were hosted by a very eccentric Salvadorean guy, who was good company most of the time, but were also joined by 1 to 6 other couchsurfers at any given time. Sonya got a job while on the island, and I was gonna look but wanting to stick to our plan and not lolly gag, we moved on, not to mention housing and cooking in a kitchen would have been a little tricky. So after a loong chicken bus ride yesterday, we are in the town, or rather, a litlle bit outside the town of Trujillo, staying in a place where we may work a little bit to help us pay the bills. We have a gorgeous beach, which isn't as warm aS OTHER CARRIBEAN WATERS, AND BELIEVE ME, IT IS A RELIEF TO ACTUALLY cool off IN THE WATER RATHER THAN STEPPING INto bath water.
Next its Tegucigalpa and on to Nicaragua.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Lingering the Laguna
Did I say we like to linger??? Because we whether we like it or not, it seems to be a habit, and maybe not necessarily a bad one. After all Lao Tzu said that good travelers have no fixed plan and are not intent on arriving. Well we hit that one right on the head. Part of the reason we´ve been here so long is the people we´ve become accostumed to calling friends, especially or WWOOFing buddy from Belize, the Aussie, John (juanito we call him). One night in San Pedro we rented a Solar hottub that isw almost scalding, natural hot tub in a lush garden that you can enjoy until shriveled to prune status. That was relaxing and a bit of a treat although it only cost $5. Another day we took an adventure up Volcan San Pedro, where we were feeling sick, and only made it half the way. Around San Pedro the vibe is really young with a focus on the party, but this hasn´t brought all good vibes with it. I find some of the backpackers to be alot harder to get along with, and the ex-pats are much more agreablr to get along with. We discovered a quite jolly group of these retirees at the weekly Boccie ball tournament that they hold at this Quebecian owned bar called La Piscina due to its small swimming pool (which is silly since the lake is but 30 meters away). However, we had a blast playing Boccie, and although we didn´t win, we each got to play a few games and enjoyed the company. However, John, on his first time playing, made it to the semi-finals and was justifiably defeated by the soon to be champion. Not to mention that John, just this last Saturday was in the 3-way final in which he gave up a five point lead to succumb to a two point defeat.... regardsless we are proud of our Johnny boy, contending for the title on his 2nd time ever!!! (well he is a cricket bowler so I guess that gives him a bit of advantage.
After a week or so in San Pedro, we headed across the small bay on this end of the lake to San Marcos, where the setting is much more based in nature with walking trail looping through corn, avocado, banana and coffee trees. The only downfall is the prices are steeper, but compared to San Pedro, anything will seem pricier. We got by, staying for $10 a night on top of this hill in a third story open air loft taking in the view every morning and sunrise. We did yoga once on top of this lovely viewpoint of a property, and spent most days jumping off clifs on the town little point of a peninsula. Most people are here for some meditation or spiritual healing course, always talking about some sort of energy... in other words alot of Yippies.
After calming our nerves and relaxing to the point of exhaustion, we headed for Santa Cruz La Laguna, where we understand was pretty and tranquil, similar to San Marcos. We stayed at the cheapest of the only 4 hotels in the town, but soon found out why it is a family vacation/ retired folk kind of place. The hotels are seperated by a 200 meter climb up into the town, completely segregating the indegenous life with the tourists. It is said too, because they have a monopoly on business in town, bullying out any local businesses that want to sell their typical food for cheap (or in guatemalan standards: standard) prices. After talking to a couple of business owners about this tragedy (there is litterally not a single food stand in town... you have to eat at the overpriced hotels with only 1 or 2 choices.. or get cup of noodles like we did) we decided we wern´t going to support these Nazi foreign businesses (half of them were from the states and as die hard capitalists should know what a little healthy competition cando for an economy). One night and we´re out, coming back here to San Pedro just in time for another Boccie tourney and some financial relief.
We will stay one more night here, until we book it for Honduras, staying in Antigua with our good couchsurfing friend, Andrea, for one last Guatemalan night. Im gonna drink a cup of locally grown, freshly roasted coffee, and then make a cup of noods for dinner.
Hasta proxima.
After a week or so in San Pedro, we headed across the small bay on this end of the lake to San Marcos, where the setting is much more based in nature with walking trail looping through corn, avocado, banana and coffee trees. The only downfall is the prices are steeper, but compared to San Pedro, anything will seem pricier. We got by, staying for $10 a night on top of this hill in a third story open air loft taking in the view every morning and sunrise. We did yoga once on top of this lovely viewpoint of a property, and spent most days jumping off clifs on the town little point of a peninsula. Most people are here for some meditation or spiritual healing course, always talking about some sort of energy... in other words alot of Yippies.
After calming our nerves and relaxing to the point of exhaustion, we headed for Santa Cruz La Laguna, where we understand was pretty and tranquil, similar to San Marcos. We stayed at the cheapest of the only 4 hotels in the town, but soon found out why it is a family vacation/ retired folk kind of place. The hotels are seperated by a 200 meter climb up into the town, completely segregating the indegenous life with the tourists. It is said too, because they have a monopoly on business in town, bullying out any local businesses that want to sell their typical food for cheap (or in guatemalan standards: standard) prices. After talking to a couple of business owners about this tragedy (there is litterally not a single food stand in town... you have to eat at the overpriced hotels with only 1 or 2 choices.. or get cup of noodles like we did) we decided we wern´t going to support these Nazi foreign businesses (half of them were from the states and as die hard capitalists should know what a little healthy competition cando for an economy). One night and we´re out, coming back here to San Pedro just in time for another Boccie tourney and some financial relief.
We will stay one more night here, until we book it for Honduras, staying in Antigua with our good couchsurfing friend, Andrea, for one last Guatemalan night. Im gonna drink a cup of locally grown, freshly roasted coffee, and then make a cup of noods for dinner.
Hasta proxima.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Now Thats CHEAP!!
OOoOhhhh Guatemala, how good it feels to be in your arms again!!! Guatemala is really growing on us and we are lingering, maybe for too long. After Rio Dulce we took a bus to Guatemala City, then straight to Antigua, a beautiful colonial town surronded by volcanoes, one that towers over the town and you could imagine just walking straight up it.
We stayed in a room there for 37 quetzales (like five bucks) and it even had a shared kitchen!! We met up with a bunch of couchsurfers.. an italian guy, one mexicano, some french italians, and an aussie. An eclectic group, we spent alot of time chillin in cafes and goin to ladies night where there is a constantly loud salsa band. Antigua is full of tourists, and catholic indegenous people and has a feel very similar to San Cristobal, not far. Altogether it is very Mexican in general, with the colonial feel, with colorful houses, and most importantly, the plaza and cathedrals. There is one giant yellow opne that has beautiful white details that have been mosaice-ed with egg shells!!! It is a beautiful church with gorgeous purple trees surronding that are all around the city. On top of the functioning churches, there are a ton of places in ruins from the earthquake that toppled Antigua, one of which we went to see. These are a beatuiful remmeberance of the architecture and add alot of appeal to the town already decked out in colonial digs.
Around the town there are two of guatemala's four active volcanoes. After a couple of nights, I went up to Pacaya, an active, lava spewing peak that you can watch an incredible sunset from. Sonya didnt come because she wasnt feeling well, and its a good thing because we both had food poisoning, and luckily mine didnt come until I made it back to our hotel. But two days before my birthday and we are both puking our guts out.. YUK!!! But when my birthday came around, we went to the only Irish pub in Guatemala and spent time with our CS friends. The next morning,we went out for all you can eat pancakes. I had blueberry, my fave.
Since we needed to stay in Antigua longer to get sonya's cavity filled, our local CouchSurfer hosted us for 3 more nights, spending a total of about 8 days in Antigua.. PHEW!!! Like i said we, kind of linger alot. After finally getting out of Antigua, we were excited for Lago Atitlan, even higher in the mountains, a lake with many mountains coming out of every corner. It is phenominally gorgeous, and each town around the lake has its own vibe, right now we are in the cheapest town, San Pedro. Our room costs $3US. Cheap!!! On our way oput of antigua, Sonya twisted her ankle prety bad, something we are working on figuring out right now, although i dont expect it to bother her for more than a week. On top of a bum ankle, our shuttle to the lake had a burro of a driver, who didnt know how to drive a stick, screaching the clutch almost every shift. At one point we had to push the car to get up a steep hill, and these old tourists abandoned the shuttle for a taxi!! But we eventually made it to Panajachel, then took a boat to the lovelky San Pedro where most of the foot travel is down a foot path, barely big enough for the motorbikes that you have to dive out of the way to not get hit by.
!!Viva Guatemala!!
We stayed in a room there for 37 quetzales (like five bucks) and it even had a shared kitchen!! We met up with a bunch of couchsurfers.. an italian guy, one mexicano, some french italians, and an aussie. An eclectic group, we spent alot of time chillin in cafes and goin to ladies night where there is a constantly loud salsa band. Antigua is full of tourists, and catholic indegenous people and has a feel very similar to San Cristobal, not far. Altogether it is very Mexican in general, with the colonial feel, with colorful houses, and most importantly, the plaza and cathedrals. There is one giant yellow opne that has beautiful white details that have been mosaice-ed with egg shells!!! It is a beautiful church with gorgeous purple trees surronding that are all around the city. On top of the functioning churches, there are a ton of places in ruins from the earthquake that toppled Antigua, one of which we went to see. These are a beatuiful remmeberance of the architecture and add alot of appeal to the town already decked out in colonial digs.
Around the town there are two of guatemala's four active volcanoes. After a couple of nights, I went up to Pacaya, an active, lava spewing peak that you can watch an incredible sunset from. Sonya didnt come because she wasnt feeling well, and its a good thing because we both had food poisoning, and luckily mine didnt come until I made it back to our hotel. But two days before my birthday and we are both puking our guts out.. YUK!!! But when my birthday came around, we went to the only Irish pub in Guatemala and spent time with our CS friends. The next morning,we went out for all you can eat pancakes. I had blueberry, my fave.
Since we needed to stay in Antigua longer to get sonya's cavity filled, our local CouchSurfer hosted us for 3 more nights, spending a total of about 8 days in Antigua.. PHEW!!! Like i said we, kind of linger alot. After finally getting out of Antigua, we were excited for Lago Atitlan, even higher in the mountains, a lake with many mountains coming out of every corner. It is phenominally gorgeous, and each town around the lake has its own vibe, right now we are in the cheapest town, San Pedro. Our room costs $3US. Cheap!!! On our way oput of antigua, Sonya twisted her ankle prety bad, something we are working on figuring out right now, although i dont expect it to bother her for more than a week. On top of a bum ankle, our shuttle to the lake had a burro of a driver, who didnt know how to drive a stick, screaching the clutch almost every shift. At one point we had to push the car to get up a steep hill, and these old tourists abandoned the shuttle for a taxi!! But we eventually made it to Panajachel, then took a boat to the lovelky San Pedro where most of the foot travel is down a foot path, barely big enough for the motorbikes that you have to dive out of the way to not get hit by.
!!Viva Guatemala!!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
back on budget
So since Ive last updated, weve come back into Guatemala, but not before spending a few more days on the Caribean, partially celebrating Sonya´s birthday. On our way from San Ignacio, to Hopkins, on the bus, we had to get off in these crossroads that had a feel of middle America rural are with a tropical feel, maybe somewhere in Georgia or Florida... there were thousands of orange trees. We hitchhiked into Hopkins and found it to be a quaint little beACH town. We stayed in this hotel crossed with a drumming center, where at night many people came and tranced us to sleep with their intricateGarifuna drumming.
After a night in Hopkins, we headed for Placencia where we rented a gorgeousbeach front cabin, splurging a little for sonya´s birthday. We found the town very relaxing, a nice beach to swim on, but there were many tourists, the kind that have Placencia as their only destination, a few resorts lingered on each end of the beach. We hopped around town to a few bars on sonyas b day and hung out with some locals when they all closed (her b day was on a tuesday golly gee).
A few nights later, we woke up to head on the bus for punta gorda, where we would then boat back to Livingston GuatemaLa, en route to discover more of the country. We stayed in a new, cheap, and not that nice hotel, named Hotel Viajeros, and just hung around, planning our trip to Rio Dulce where we are now. When we arrived, a boat took us to our hotel, which is not accesible by road, off a lagoon in the jungle. Everyday they can shuttle you into town, where we are now. Rio Dulce is right on the highway and today (probably everyday) it has a huge market going on. Coming from Belize, not to mention the jungle, the high paced atmosphere with heavy traffic and no sidewalks is a bit of a culture shock. It is alot like urban mexican markets, but somehow multiplied in comotion and everywhere. Soon we will be in Antigua (we wont want to linger there) and then Atitlan, hopefully for MY birthday.
Its my birthday!!!
it is a huge relief to be in guatemala where we can afford everything, Belize was impossible to budget in, and we regret lingering so long.
After a night in Hopkins, we headed for Placencia where we rented a gorgeousbeach front cabin, splurging a little for sonya´s birthday. We found the town very relaxing, a nice beach to swim on, but there were many tourists, the kind that have Placencia as their only destination, a few resorts lingered on each end of the beach. We hopped around town to a few bars on sonyas b day and hung out with some locals when they all closed (her b day was on a tuesday golly gee).
A few nights later, we woke up to head on the bus for punta gorda, where we would then boat back to Livingston GuatemaLa, en route to discover more of the country. We stayed in a new, cheap, and not that nice hotel, named Hotel Viajeros, and just hung around, planning our trip to Rio Dulce where we are now. When we arrived, a boat took us to our hotel, which is not accesible by road, off a lagoon in the jungle. Everyday they can shuttle you into town, where we are now. Rio Dulce is right on the highway and today (probably everyday) it has a huge market going on. Coming from Belize, not to mention the jungle, the high paced atmosphere with heavy traffic and no sidewalks is a bit of a culture shock. It is alot like urban mexican markets, but somehow multiplied in comotion and everywhere. Soon we will be in Antigua (we wont want to linger there) and then Atitlan, hopefully for MY birthday.
Its my birthday!!!
it is a huge relief to be in guatemala where we can afford everything, Belize was impossible to budget in, and we regret lingering so long.
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