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Two Jam-Packed Weeks in Guatemala

Greg Goodman — Fri, 04 May 2007 14:32:11 +0000

Well, I must say that these past two weeks in Guatemala have been the most action-packed of the entire trip! It all started when Carrie and I headed to Guatemala City to meet up with Melissa, who was flying in on a Thursday and leaving on that Sunday, and quickly headed over to Antigua for some QT. Since then we have been tearing through the countryside on one bad-bus ride after another and tomorrow we leave for Mexico. Now, on with the show…and the longest email ever…read what you can, photos at the bottom.

LIQUID HOT MAGMA!
Since learning about them in elementary school, I have always been fascinated by volcanoes and lava. Despite hiking one in Nicaragua, I had never actually seen lava with my own eyes. All that would change when Carrie, Melissa and I hiked Volcano Pacaya, which is just outside Antigua. The hike began with a tough climb through a forested area during which children on horses were offering the people having trouble making it up the hill a “taxi ride” on their horse. However, once we got above the canopy the real fun began…we got to hike to the actual lava flows!

After walking over hardened flows from previous eruptions for a while, we made our way up towards the cone and immediately began to feel the heat coming down the volcano. You could see the whitened areas that literally were hardened a few feet above underground lava rivers. Our guide only needed to touch a branch with dead leaves to the rocks and they caught fire. As we continued the hike the sulphur smell began to mix with the scent of the burning rubber of the bottoms of our sneakers. Our final reward for our hike…we literally were 10 feet from active lava flows! Carrie got to roast a marshmallow over a lava jet and I pretty much stood there awestruck and taking photos when I remembered. All in all, one of the coolest experiences of my life!

MAYAN MARKETS
Everywhere you walk in Guatemala you see indigenous people dressed in typical Mayan outfits: colorful and hot! However, the best place to see these people is in the marketplace and we made it to ones in Antigua, Solola and Chichicastenango. These markets are like nothing you have ever seen back home: imagine a flea market on a bad day and multiply that by 100. The first type of market is the local one, where people are selling foods, housewares, beans, machetes, furniture and anything else you might need in your daily life. These are loud and chaotic with people yelling and bartering everywhere.

The other market is the tourist one, where there are usually neatly arranged stalls each selling the same blankets, bags, tee-shirts, traditional Mayan clothing and all sorts of Nick-knacks. Here, any time they tell you a price it’s a safe bet you can get the item you’re looking at for half of that and that new price is still probably double what it cost to make the item. The merchant usually asks, “What are you looking for? I can give you a good price. What do you want to pay?” All of this comes out in one stream of talk as you begin to leave their stall to find a better price. It’s very intimidating at first but becomes a sort of a game after a while

CASA DEL MUNDO ON LAGO ATITLAN
After saying goodbye to Melissa, Carrie and I made our way to Lago Atitlan, a beautiful lake in the middle of the country. Our first stop was Casa del Mundo, a gorgeous mini-resort that our guidebook referred to as “the most magical place in all of Guatemala.” For a mere $25 per night we got a beautiful room overlooking the lake, four volcanoes and a dozen other towns. During the day we relaxed, swam and hung out in a hot tub that as heated by burning wood. Normally it required a day’s notice and hefty fee to use, but being the friendly people that we are we managed to spend both nights getting to know new friends in the hot tub. The place was honestly so amazing that we recommend it to anyone looking for a nice few day getaway. Not to mention, the chill town of San Pedro and the yoga/meditation/hippie village of San Marcos are a short boat ride away.

CHICAMON AND ALLY
During our time at Casa del Mundo, Carrie and I met Becky, a Peace Corp Guatemala volunteer who was traveling with her sister. Always interested in visiting local villages and getting to know other PC folks’ work, Becky put us in touch with Ally who is an eco-tourism volunteer. Despite the fact that we were two complete strangers, Ally graciously opened her doors to us and invited us to stay with her for a couple of days. During that time we went for an amazing tubing ride down a river by Chicaman (which was one of her eco-tourism projects), saw her work with the schoolchildren to create a world map and hung out getting to know what life is like in Guatemala. All in all a great break from our travels…thanks Ally!

BAD TIMES IN LIVINGSTON AND RIO DULCE
Two of the things Carrie was most excited about on this trip were learning how to play drums and taking a beautiful boat ride down the Rio Dulce. As you may remember, our first attempt at the drums was ruined by a bad experience with the locals in Hopkins. So, in an effort to still make it happen, we headed way out of our way to go back to another town right by Belize called Livingston, which had drumming and was right next to Rio Dulce. After a six hour bus ride complete with people trying to rip us off, we got to the dock in Puerto Barrios right as the last ferry was leaving. We then had to wait 1.5 hours for a water taxi to have enough people to make it worth their while to take us to Livingston.

Well, history has a way of repeating itself as moments after we got off the water taxi in Livingston we were accosted by a rasta trying to get us into a hotel. He was not doing this out of the kindness of his own heart, however. Much like in Hopkins, the locals are given little tips by the business owners for every person they bring them. This leads to them following you around and harassing you until you get to a hotel or restaurant and they can get their tip. After we finally shook the first local, another one came up and when I tried to get rid of him he basically yelled at me and threatened me…not a great start to our Livingston experience, especially after our 10 hour trip to get there.

Later that night, while at dinner, the first rasta decided to stand outside the restaurant because we did not tell the owner that he had recommended the place to us despite the fact that he hadnt. Well, between that and the fact that Livingston was the hottest place ever and the hotels had terrible ceiling fans that did nothing to cool us down, we headed for Rio Dulce the next day. This led to more frustration as despite having reserved our spot on the boat we had no seats. Carrie got stuck in the front where she couldn’t even see the beautiful boat ride and I was in the back, hunched over as the captain was driving the boat directly above me and the motor was blaring in my ear the whole time.

After all this we decided that we were done with the area and headed up to Tikal first thing the next morning. This became another ordeal as the bus that we paid top-dollar for was full and we, along with our new friends Andrew and Lucie, had to stand for four hours. Along the way we all had to get off the bus for a police checkpoint and for a fruit-inspection where they made sure we were not carrying any fruits infected with bugs that could hurt their crops. Making matters worst was that there were around 25 other people standing in the aisles, so we were crammed the whole time.

THE MAYAN RUINS AT TIKAL
The Mayan ruins at Tikal are amongst the most famous in the world and we wanted to do them right. So, along with our new friends Andrew and Lucie, we got up at 2:45am to go on a sunrise tour of the ruins. After our bus finally showed up at 3:30, we had to wait another 30 minutes while the not-so-competent folks who run the tour got their act together. Then, when we were about 20 minutes outside the ruins we had to pull over to fix a flat tire and everyone had to get out of the bus. Once it was fixed and we all piled back in, we were told there was another flat and we had to all cram into another nearby tour bus. Carrie wound up on the floor going over bumpy roads and I was crammed into a seat with five other people…not the best start to the day.

Once we finally got to Tikal, we basically sprinted through the massive jungle that the ruins are in to get to the sunrise lookout point in time. Meanwhile, the sky is getting brighter and brighter…an obvious sign of us missing the sunrise. However, it really didn’t matter, as it was a cloudy day and we never saw the sun anyway. We sat there for a while and listened to the sounds of the jungle as birds called each other, howler monkeys asserted their dominance and animals all around woke up to start the day.

After some time passed we finally began the tour and all problems from the morning slipped away. We hiked up five different temple ruins getting amazing panoramic views of Tikal. Our guide pumped us with more information than we could possibly remember and we had a great time walking around. However, when it came time to head back to our hotel, we managed to get on the slow bus that couldn’t go up a hill faster than maybe 10mph. It was hot, we were exhausted and the trip took twice as long. Just another day in Central America…but man was it worth it for those amazing ruins!

BUS AND TRANSPORTATION WOES
Somehow the first part of our trip was relatively free of transportation-related issues. This all changed our first night in Guatemala when our 6 hour bus ride turned into a nearly 10 hour ordeal that got us into one of the most dangerous capitals in Central America after midnight. Thank goodness for kind people on the bus who helped us make hotel reservations from their cell phone. On another leg of our journey, I was stuck in the front of the school bus getting my feet trampled by everyone who walked by, every minute or so. There were four of us crammed into a teeny seat and the guy next to me spent half the three hour ride sleeping on my shoulder.

While the front of the bus is the worst because of all the constant commotion, the back is no bargain either as it is usually hot, stuffy, smelly and the bumpiest part. We’ve spent many rides back there as well. One cool part about these horrible rides is that we were often surrounded by indigenous Mayan people, all dressed up in their traditional clothes. Unfortunately, these clothes are made of thick material and they didn’t smell too good!

In addition to school buses and the occasional nice coach bus, the other main form of transportation in Central America is a microbus. This is basically a minivan that you can cram up to 20 people in. These are not too much fun, but we did get a huge laugh when we rode in one that had a pig tied to the roof and every time we took a turn it would slide around and squeal. Guatemala also uses pickup trucks that cram in nearly 40 people in the back…that can’t be safe.

THIS AND THAT
A girl wore flip flops while hiking Volcano Pacaya and was surprised when she burned her foot on hot coals. We saw a parade promoting literacy in the streets of Antigua. Every country in Central America has at least a few towns called San Antonio and San Francisco. We got ripped off and paid $15 each for a car ride to a market when we later learned it cost less than $2 each on the bus…lesson learned! Once you check into a hotel (at least of the caliber we’re staying in) they don’t clean your room or change your sheets and towels until you check out.

Guatemala seems to be a popular destination for Israeli army folks finishing their service and wanting to let loose. Everything here seems to be written in English, Spanish and Hebrew. It’s hot as heck down here! We met a coyote who brings people illegally to the United States on a dock by Lago Atitlan…he charge $5,000 per person regardless of whether they make it safely and they have 14 days to pay it back. On Sunday, people line up around the block to pray. People carry heavy bags with their head. Speaking of heavy bags over the head, rather than walking 15 minutes out of our way, Carrie and I swam across a powerful river with our bags above our heads to not get our cameras and sneakers wet…it was the hardest swim of my life!

While visiting Semuc Champey (an amazing limestone swimming area) we stayed at the closest thing to a hippie commune I’ve ever been to…the only thing missing was naked people walking around. Also by Semuc, we swam through the Kah ‘Ba caves and while climbing a rope ladder up a waterfall I lived out many Goonies fantasies at once. We crammed in around a month’s worth of sightseeing into two weeks. I hope there aren’t too many error, cuz I don’t even have time to proofread this!

Two Awesome Weeks in Honduras

Greg Goodman — Sun, 08 Apr 2007 21:05:02 +0000

SCUBA DIVING IN HIPPIE HEAVEN
As I briefly mentioned in my last email, Carrie and I went to Utila, one of the Bay Islands , to get scuba certified. We were trying to bang out the 3.5 day certification process in less time, as Semana Santa (a week-long party across Central America leading up to Easter Sunday…and a time when all tourist places are mobbed and double the price) was quickly approaching. Based on a recommendation from people we met, we chose Alton’s Dive Shop, which turned out to be the best decision ever. Both Carrie and I were a bit nervous about the whole scuba diving thing, but the staff there was super nice and helped alleviate all our fears. In fact, we liked it so much that after quickly doing the basic “Open Water” certification we chose to stay a few more days and get “Advanced” certified.

In the end, we went from zero experience to advanced certification by doing 13 dives in six days. As I’m sure you can imagine, this completely wore us out every day…good thing our room was actually in the dive shop and about a 30 second walk from where we took classes. Best part, the room was free while getting certified and $4 each other times…for a waterfront room. Granted it had communal shower and bathroom, but still! As for diving, it is quite possibly one of the most amazing things ever. The aquatic life you see that far down is beautiful and the wrecks we swam around and through are so cool to just stare at. Our night dive was one of the best dives we did, and at one point I looked down and saw that we were 120 feet below the water. Awesome!

While the scuba diving was an amazing experience and we can’t wait to go again, the real fun was the Utila atmosphere. It was literally, hippie heaven, complete with drum circles breaking out on decks over the ocean and people spinning fire. The fire was the coolest part…some people had flaming balls attached to ropes, others had the flames on the end of a stick. The coolest one was this woman who had a flaming hula hoop. Basically, they soak their devices in kerosene, light them and then spin the fire around fast enough for it to appear to merge together while not actually burning themselves. A very cool and tranquil atmosphere…you have to check out the photos and the YouTube videos!

In addition to the crazy drums and fire, every bar had a deck/patio over the ocean where you could just chill out and talk to the myriad of other travellers from around the world. There was also this one bar/restaurant called Treetanic, which was basically an Alice in Wonderland or Swiss Family Robinson playground for adults. There was a bar up in the trees, crazy artwork made completely of glass items including bottles, marbles and more, ladders and places to climb and a rooftop hangout spot that looked out across the island. Check out the photos for more of an idea…it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. The best part was that at night the entire place had all sorts of multicolored lights all over coming out of the glass sculptures. Be sure to check out the photos and if you’re still interested, here is their Web site.

On our last morning on Utila we finally found the caves we had heard rumors about since arriving. After following our detailed instructions on getting there (“follow the power lines until you hear the power plant and look for some steps”) we came to the cave. You first had to crawl on your hands and knees through mud, often with little more than a foot or so of space to make your way through and only a flashlight to guide you. Upon arriving at the end of the landed area, we found an underground lake, stalactites and stalagmites and the sounds of bats flying by and rats scooting around. You could actually swim underwater and pop your head up in another cavern if you had a flashlight in a sealed bag, but Carrie and I opted to wait until next time for that one. After just soaking in the ambiance for a little while we headed out and to our boat to, sadly, leave Utila.

SEMANA SANTA AND THE COPAN RUINS
After leaving Utila, Carrie and I tried to spend a day avoiding Semana Santa by taking a rafting tour down a river close to the islands. However, we quickly found that our tour was shorter than usual and the service was not up to their usual standards, as Semana Santa had given them more tourists than they could handle. Still, the river rafting (my first time) was very cool and got me ready for more in the future. After that, we hiked around and swam under some waterfalls before heading back.

Our next stop was the Copan Ruins, my first (hopefully of many) visits to Mayan ruins. We were originally going to just go there for a day trip, but after arriving in the town of Copan Ruinas and finding both a cheap hotel room and a friend we had met in El Salvador we decided to extend our stay a few more days. Our first day there we went horseback riding (ouch!) to a small Mayan village up in the mountains where we were bombarded by kids trying to sell us little handicrafts. They had all kinds of stories like “my parents are dead and I have no money,” but the funniest part was when Carrie saw one of these kids with dead parents hanging out with her parents the next day at a Semana Santa parade. And of course, none of the money we paid the tour company for the horseback ride went to the village we visited and took advantage of…but that’s a completely different story.

The next day I finally made it to the awesome Copan Ruins. This was like unfinished business for me, as I had originally planned on visiting them last January but Carrie got sent to Panama and it turned into a whole other kind of adventure. Carrie, not a ruin-fan, decided to stay behind and hang out with our friend Christina, while I headed out. I quickly found a group of American volunteers beginning a tour, which I tagged along on (with permission). While the tour guide was not the best, the ruins were beautiful and I had a blast alternating between listening to the guide and wandering off and snapping photos.

After later meeting up with Carrie and Christina back in town, we headed off to some hot springs in the car of a friend of a Peace Corps volunteer working in Copan Ruinas whom we had met the night before. Our time there was very relaxing, if not a bit weird for me as it was my first hot springs experience. The craziest part was that the area we went to cost $10, while the river right below cost about $1 to enter. Needless to say, we were hanging out in the hot springs above while the locals splashed around below in a classic example of haves and have-nots.

As for actual Semana Santa events in Copan Ruinas, the coolest thing we saw was an entire street covered in wood-shaving art. The street was lined with bags of shavings of all different colors and artists spent the night packing them down to form giant Jesus murals that would only exist for around 18 hours. By the time the parade came through the next night, they were gone. Fortunately, I have some photos. Oh, and by parade I mean a ton of people slowly walking down the street all day carrying floats of the Virgin Mary and Jesus on the cross while reading parts of the bible over a loudspeaker and playing terrible music…not quite the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

WHATS NEXT AND COMING HOME
Carrie and I have spent the past day in Santa Rosa de Copan, hanging out with Peace Corps volunteers in a communal “get-away” house and relaxing watching TV and laying on couches. It’s a nice break from the break-neck pace of backpacking. After I finish this e-mail there may well be some Frisbee involved and more hanging out before we begin our day-long trek to Belize early tomorrow morning. As for returning, we just booked our flight back to the USA on May 22 from Cancun. That’s right, after both managing to avoid it throughout spring breaks, we will finally be spending a day or so in Cancun.

THIS AND THAT
Honduras is an amazing country that I wish I had far more time in. The national food is a balieada…which is a tortilla with refried beans, cream and cheese and is delicious! We took a bus that was nicer than any airplane I’ve ever been in…don’t ask how much it cost…we had no other choice. We stayed in a hotel that looked like a prison, right down to the block-letters spelling out the hotel name on all towels and sheets. We met this group that called themselves the “extreme club” and had to take a shot of some local booze through a plastic lawn flamingo to join. However, after joining they took us to some awesome volunteer parties and we travelled with them the next day to the beach at Tela for a free and fun day…nothing like hanging out with expats. We constantly meet the most interesting people and often see them again weeks later, as everyone is following the same general path.