Central America

January - April 2017
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  • Day 22

    Caye Caulker, Belize

    February 6, 2017 in Belize ⋅ ⛅ 27 °C

    "Taxi? Boyfriend?"

    "Conch fritters! Conch fritters! You're missing out!"

    "I'm looking for a girlfrieeeeend!"

    After a somewhat haphazard day consisting of multiple forms of transport and unorganised border crossings, the team set foot on the island of Caye Caulker, Belize some 10 hours later with much emptier wallets. Immediately after stepping off the ferry, we realised how friendly the Belizean people in this island are, striking up a conversation with anyone and everyone that passes them in the street. There are a lot of bold personalities here that's for sure. Pretty strange to be back in a predominately english speaking country again but this is only a fleeting visit for us to Belize. Expensive living and no real outstanding attractions compared to the other Central American countries means the island of Caye Caulker is the only stop for us in this country.

    Accommodation options were somewhat limited for the five of us when we got around to trying to book somewhere so we ended up in an animal sanctuary come hostel for our first two nights. Unfortunately it lived up to most of the poor reviews, giving us dirty, boiling hot rooms and a lingering smell of cat pee. Probably not surprising considering there are probably at least 40 cats within this property. Perhaps the original idea was nice but the place has got out of hand and is well in need of some TLC. Thankfully after walking around and asking almost every hotel/guesthouse on the island, we found a new place to stay for our last two nights. Much cleaner, with fresh towels daily and almost half the price too. Upgrade would be an understatement.

    "Go Slow" is the motto around here so that's mostly what we've been doing. Starting the day with fry jacks became part of the daily morning routine. Fry jacks are a traditional belizean dish, consisting of deep-fried dough and filled with any combination of cheese, eggs, beans, chicken or ham. They don't look appetising at all but they satisfy the stomach each morning. After that most of our days revolved around where to eat next, punctuated with drinking, swimming, kayaking, sunbathing and reading. Tough times out here.

    We did make an exception to venture out for a full day snorkelling trip with Caveman tours which was definitely a highlight. Multiple stops, including one to Hol Chan Marine reserve allowed us to see a range of sea life, beginning with one of the biggest turtles any of us had ever seen. We also managed to see a few different stingrays, sharks, a shipwreck, sea horses, tarpons, eels and an abundance of other smaller fish. Unfortunately we missed out on seeing manatees due to it being the wrong season, but everyone really enjoyed the day regardless. Amazing visibility and being able to swim in such close proximity to the stingrays, sharks and the turtle was epic and our guides showed us a good time.

    Given that we'd walked past Fran's Grill every night with her hollering at us to come and have dinner, we thought we'd better give her food a shot. This establishment literally consisted of a small shack about twice the size of a London telephone box for food prep and a handful of picnic tables on the beach. The usual deal involved a main with two sides, unlimited rum and dessert for 25 Belize dollars each (£10/$17NZD). This particular night they had no dessert and this was by no means a cheap meal for us so we we bargained for extra sides as a replacement! At one point Rich also tried to bargain for more rum as well, to which we had to remind him we were already getting unlimited servings... The food was pretty good, we had a mixture of jerk chicken and variations of shrimp between us and a few laughs with the staff in between.

    A post dinner chat with one of the locals that helped served us gave us a bit of insight to life on the island and in Belize in general. This was definitely one of the perks of the locals speaking English here. So many times in Mexico I found myself wanting to ask more about things or the culture but the language barrier stopped me from being able to do so. Got to brush up on the Spanish some more for the next few countries as we are heading back into primarily Spanish speaking places again now.

    We're headed to Guatemala next. This is one of the countries I have been looking forward to most, so let's see what it has to offer!
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  • Day 27

    Flores, Guatemala

    February 11, 2017 in Guatemala ⋅ ⛅ 29 °C

    Another long day of travel consisting of a boat/bus/minibus combo from Caye Caulker and some pretty uneventful border crossings, had us arrive in Flores, Guatemala by late afternoon. This little town situated in the middle of a lake with narrow cobblestone streets seems quite tourist focussed. I suppose this should have been expected though, considering most people (like us) stay here in order to visit Guatemala's number one tourist attraction - Tikal, an archaeological site of ancient Mayan temples.

    Our Lonely Planet book recommended we check out the local markets on one side of the Flores island for dinner, so off we went. Four or five stalls were selling the exact same foods right next to each other so we picked one and tucked in. The tacos and burritos were clearly pre-prepared so all cold and nothing on the ones we had in Mexico, but with cheap eats you can't really complain! Everyone surprisingly managed to abstain from the huge servings of cake on offer - literally reminiscent of the Matilda mud cake scene - which was probably a good thing as the daily treats and bakery trips have got a bit out of control as of late. I'm looking at you especially Scott! Donut addict.

    Flores is connected by a short 500m causeway to Santa Elena which is the main town on the lake front. We were surprised to find a commercial mall in Santa Elena with a supermarket, bakery, a bank, shops and even a Burger King. Thankfully the supermarket and bakery allowed us to stock up on some breakfast and lunch for the following day, as we'd opted for the 4:30am pickup (yikes) to head to Tikal. Tikal is only about an hour drive away from Flores, but we'd been advised that it was best to be at the park for when it opened at 6am - both to beat the crowds and heat, plus increase our likelihood of spotting some of the many animals that live amongst the National Park that the archaeological site is situated in.

    4:30am rolled around and we all dragged ourselves out of bed and onto the street to be picked up by a minivan to head to Tikal. Whilst the early morning start was a bit rough, I think it did pay off in the end. We had hardly set foot in the park and already saw a toucan, spider monkeys and an agouti (a rodent type thing). We also managed to see the howler monkey which we saw in Palenque as well, plus some parrots and turkeys. Supposedly there are some jaguars and cougars that live in the park too, but we didn't spot these. The Tikal site itself was pretty spectacular. The ancient city was all built and inhabited between 200-900AD until for some reason still unknown to this day, it was abandoned. It was rediscovered in the 1800s, only by the top of one of the temples being visible above the rainforest and moss that had grown all over the site since its abandonment. To this day, only parts of the site have been excavated - with no other real plans to do much more, so that the many different species of wildlife that now live in the rainforest here can continue to flourish.

    Some of the temples are still covered in moss and trees so kind of just look like a small (albeit sort of pyramid shaped) hill amongst the forest if you didn't know what was beneath. We had an English speaking guide who was very informative to show us around the site and explain things along the way. The Mayans built their temples, facing in various directions, using the alignment of the sun to help tell the time of day, year and to predict the weather. Pretty clever really. Photo attached to illustrate! A few of the excavated structures could be climbed somewhat tentatively considering the steps are awkwardly steep and obviously these temples weren't built with handrails or safety in mind. We climbed a couple, including the tallest which is Temple I. Temple I sits at 70m in height and offered expansive views over the top of the park and beyond, punctuated by the peaks of some of the other temples. Stunning.

    Feeling pretty knackered after the early morning start and walking around the Tikal site for a few hours, we headed back to base for a bit of rest. Unless you're talking about Mike and Scott, the crazy men who set out for a 12km run in 30 degree heat. No thanks. Rich has had an upset tum for a few days now so in contrast to the runners, the rest of us headed to Burger King to see if we could give his tum some respite with some familiar food.

    Late afternoon we caught a wee boat across the lake to Jorge's rope swing. The local family that live here have really monopolised on this epic spot - charging 10 quetzal (£1/$1.80NZD) per person for entry to the property/use of the swing and then selling some beers and food at what is also a great place to watch the sunset. We timed our visit well and had the swing to ourselves for a good half an hour or so, each trying various different heights to jump from. Arguably it was the best rope swing any of us had done, with great height and distance to jump out into the lake. Once we'd all had our Tarzan fix, we set up camp with some beers to watch the sunset and set up a judging panel for the other jumpers and swingers that turned up, which proved highly entertaining. Some questionable dismounts! Even one of the kids from the house who resembled Mowgli from the Jungle Book and would have only been probably about 6 years old, jumped off the makeshift diving board that was probably a good 6-7 metres high. Impressive for a wee tyke! Our boat lady returned to collect us after sunset and proceeded to not so subtly smoke a joint with her friend on our trip back. Classic.

    We realised that one of our friends George from Auckland happened to also be in Flores, so managed to catch up with him over dinner and I'm sure we will probably see him down the road again somewhere in Guatemala, as most people seem to do a similar route!

    Next up, we're heading south to Lanquin to hit the mountains and continue with the jungle theme.
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  • Day 30

    Lanquin, Guatemala

    February 14, 2017 in Guatemala ⋅ ☀️ 31 °C

    Well our good run of transport and bus trips has come to an abrupt end, but I guess this was inevitable! We piled into a minibus for an 8 hour journey from Flores, that became a 10 hour one. Thankfully our van wasn't completely full so we had a bit more space than usual. This turned out to be pretty necessary especially when we had a to make a detour onto a gravel/mud/rock road after the main road was cut off due to a fatal motorcycle accident. The locals flocked to the site and all stood around, while the poor victim and their bike just laid on the road. Whether this was a nosey thing or a cultural thing I don't know, but there would have easily been a hundred local people from nearby villages rushing to the crash site. So bizarre. Our detour took us on some crappy roads probably more suited to a 4x4 but it was cool to go rural for a while!

    With sore bums and slightly battered spirits, we were relieved to find we'd scored the jackpot with our hostel in Lanquin, staying at the Zephyr Hostel in the mountains. It was borderline like a resort in some ways, infinity pool, outdoor dump showers and loos all with views of the mountains and valleys covered in lush green. Couldn't have all this without some wee visitors though! A huge spider, cockroach and centipede all made appearances in our dorm rooms. Eeeeep. The first morning here we basically had the place to ourselves to chill out in the pool as most people either headed off to their next destination or on tours early morning. So good to have a nice place just to hang out and relax.

    By lunchtime we figured we should probably get out and about so walked about 10 minutes or so into small Lanquin centre in search of a cheaper feed than we could find at the hostel itself. Successful outing in that respect and Scotty even managed to keep down the vomit that he'd felt brewing all morning, leaving behind half a pineapple Fanta though which would normally be unheard of. We ventured further, walking past a primary school that seemed to be doing some sort of prize giving and some local housing where all the little kids yelled "Hola!" as we passed by. Too cute.

    Thinking we'd hit a dead end and a slightly aggressive dog, we actually found a path down to the river in the valley below. Jandals weren't entirely appropriate footwear for this slippery and muddy path so it was only a matter of time until one of us had a deplugging incident! *Cough* Mike. At the river we found many local families bathing so we awkwardly had to shuffle past until we found a little inlet of our own to stop at. The river was flowing quite quickly so the lads played around trying to swim against it but just ended up staying in the same spot so basically it became the swimming form of a treadmill. By this point they'd built up an audience of some of the locals, very inquisitive and interested to see the photos I was taking of the others in the water. The river also had some decent rapids that the boys thought they'd try and float down. Of course Scotty was the guinea pig who quickly returned with a grazed knee and shin from sharp rocks beneath, much to the locals entertainment. Mike and Rich managed to stop themselves before they too got battered. The walk home was punctuated with some delightful homemade treats. Frozen banana and frozen strawberries covered in chocolate on skewers for 1 or 2 quetzals a piece (11p-22p/19-38cents NZ). Yummm.

    Day two we headed out for a jam packed day on a tour run through our hostel. We were loaded onto the back of pickup trucks, standing up, holding a metal frame for support on what was a 45 minute journey on a hilly rock/dirt road. With some of the bars of the frame at head height for me, I was just trying not to break my teeth or knock myself out on them! The journey itself became part of the adventure though, through lush countryside and wee villages, locals waving and smiling as we passed by. Kam Ba Caves were our first stop, after we managed to get past some hustling kids trying to stuff beer and chocolate down our throats! Stripping down to our togs and sneakers, we were each handed a candle to use as our light whilst in the cave, which to be fair didn't do a massive amount. Bumped and bruised knees and shins to follow. Ankle deep water quickly came up to our heads and before we knew it we were deep in the cave and unable to touch the ground. At one point it almost looked like we'd joined some ridiculous cult when you looked back at everyone with their candles. We spent about half an hour or so walking and swimming through various depths of water, abseiling small waterfalls and after climbing up a semi sketchy cave face, jumping off into a dark pool at the end. We thought the cave was a loop but it turned out we had to then go back the same way we'd come, past other tour groups who'd got stuck behind us waiting for us all to jump. Thankfully we seemed to be the first group at everything all day, so no waiting around for us!

    Once out of the cave, we were shuffled to a huge swing out onto the river which involved many painful looking dismounts, so Cat and I sat out on this one. The boys had varying degrees of success. Next up was a bridge jump, about 9-10 metres high depending on whether you jumped from the top of the railings (like a man) or the bottom of the bridge itself (chicken). After those comments, of course the boys had to take the manly option, but us girls were happy enough with the chicken level. The river had a rather strong current as well so you had to swim quite hard to get to the side once you landed, which was no easy feat whilst wearing shoes!

    Post lunch stop, we got straight into a steep hike up limestone cliffs to the viewpoint of the main attraction around these ways, Semuc Champey. Sweat levels were through the roof as we were now at the peak of the day and probably sitting around 28-30degrees. The view of the turquoise waterfalls and pools below was pretty spectacular, so we quickly clambered down again to get in some much needed swim time. Semuc Champey is actually a natural limestone bridge with a river passing underneath and a series of pools on the top. We spent a couple of hours of swimming and jumping between pools and even a couple of makeshift slides. What a wicked spot!

    Guatemala is quickly becoming a favourite. One of the things I love most about countries like these, is the amount of activities and attractions that are based around natural wonders and the outdoors. Particularly when you have a job like mine where you're inside all day everyday, working in a department with no windows, not having any idea what's happening outside; it definitely makes me that much more appreciative of being outside all day, making the most of what Mother Nature has to offer! The locals are all lovely and friendly too. Always smiling and saying hello, good morning and good afternoon when you pas them in the street. Its crazy how small some of them are, literally sometimes at the height of my elbow and that's definitely saying something! We've been pretty lucky weather wise too, unintentionally timing each arrival and departure to miss all the thunderstorms. Win. Hopefully this continues.

    We're going for the minivan again. Gearing up for another 8 hour journey southwest to the old capital of Guatemala, Antigua. Help!
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  • Day 34

    Volcán Acetenango, Guatemala

    February 18, 2017 in Guatemala ⋅ ☀️ 16 °C

    Where do I even start? What an epic adventure. Mixed with plentiful amounts of faffing about, many a tumble and a few what-the-heck-have-I-signed-up-fors.

    We'd all been wanting to have some sort of challenge for a while, so we jumped at the opportunity when we heard a bit about the tough climb that is Volcán Acetenango and the option to stay up there overnight and see the sunrise. Our original research was looking at about $90US each for the expedition but upon our arrival to Antigua, we quickly found that we could do the exact same expedition for as little as £29/$42NZD. Savings. Although don't get me started on that GBP/NZD exchange rate.

    After about an hours drive from Antigua we arrived at the beginning of the hike. When I say the beginning of the hike, I mean what basically looked like a rogue path off the side of the main road with no signs whatsoever. There were just a couple of huts to pay your park fee (again not signposted) and a family home where they sold some much appreciated sticks to hike with, or gave you a last minute opportunity to buy gloves or beanies had you been silly enough to turn up without some.

    Plentiful faffing occurred as we were given sleeping bags, sleeping mats and tents to divide between us and carry up with our packs. At this point I realised I'd either left our GoPro in the van or misplaced it somewhere between the van and the side of the road or it was stolen. Unfortunately no sign of it since. And yes that's the second one in less than a year - GoPro 2, Char 0. Thank goodness for travel insurance but again have lost some photos from the last week, which is always the part that sucks the most!

    Fees paid and bags packed, our group of 18 and our 2 guides finally got on our way. Straight into the ankle deep volcanic sand and the uphill battle which was quick to become the norm on this strenuous hike. Although we started at 2500m, our base camp for the night was situated at about 3600m so we had quite a bit of height to gain, and this trail wasn't going to be easy on us. For some reason I came down with some severe stomach cramps and almost fainted in the first stretch and seriously considered pulling out. Thankfully Mike and Rich came to the rescue and took my bag for a few minutes and then at our first pitstop, my bod seemed to sort itself out. Pheeeeew. I'd say about 90% of the hike was uphill and not just a steady incline, nor any particularly stable ground. Thankfully the first hour or so of the walk was mostly covered by the jungle canopy, giving us some shelter from the heat and sun.

    We stopped regularly, maybe every 20-30 minutes but the five of us being at front of the group became both a blessing and a curse. More time to rest at the breaks but also more time to get cold, especially as we got higher - one of the problems of having a large group with a range of fitness levels. Bear in mind the altitude was making this brutal climb even more brutal. Even in climbing one flight of stairs in Mexico City at 2200m was enough to make you feel like you hadn't been to the gym in years, so you can only imagine how rough this hike felt!

    One thing we were prepared for was that we'd known to bring extra food, as the food we were given was pretty minimal - two sandwiches, instant noodles and a pastry to last us for lunch, dinner and breakfast/lunch the following day. We also had to carry all the water we needed for the two days, which was advised to be 4 litres each. Poor Scotty took a large portion of this so he was really lugging a heavy bag that first day!

    The last portion of our walk to our camp for the night was relatively flat compared to the rest of the day's hike and had us walking through the clouds. We didn't see an awful lot of the views that first day to be honest. Even when we reached our camp at 3600m, we didn't know there was another volcano (Volcàn Fuego) right next to us until we heard it erupting. We weren't expecting that! This also showed our lack of research into this expedition, as we realised photos of this volcano are on all the advertisements of this hike when we got back to Antigua. Classic. Our two little guides ran off to cut down a tree or two with machetes and proceeded to bring them back to cut up for our fire for the night. The boys and I all gave it a try too, harder than it looks though!

    As we set up our tents for the night, the clouds began to clear and eventually we could see the top of Volcàn Fuego as the sun was setting. When darkness fell, the true beauty of Volcàn Fuego's eruptions became apparent. I'd say it was erupting every 5-10 minutes and with darkness we could see the spurts of lava and then watch it travel down the sides of the volcano at great speed. Truly mesmerising and we never got sick of watching it! Unfortunately at night it was too difficult to take photos of but I'm sure the images will be vividly ingrained in our memories instead.

    We huddled round the fire while the guides proceeded to boil some water in a tiny wee kettle on the fire for our noodles and then later roasted some marshmallows and cracked the beers we'd carried up (cheers Mike). Who needs a fridge when you've got cold temperatures at altitude! The amount of stars up here was insane. Every time we looked up I swear there were more. Absolutely stunning and so hard to even put into words, watching an active volcano so close up and thousands of stars too. This world we live in always continues to amaze me with such natural beauty if you make the effort to find it.

    4am rolled around and we forced ourselves out of the our sleeping bags and tents. Not a lot of sleep was had that night due to a combination of things. It was absolutely freezing and we were all wearing basically all the clothes we had, sleeping on essentially volcanic sand and old mate Volcàn Fuego erupting every few minutes sounded like an intense thunderstorm. There were definitely a few times it was so loud I thought the lava was going to make it over to us and we'd be toast! When we got up though, we realised how little we had seen the previous day. It was almost completely clear outside and we could see a second volcano right in front of us as well as Volcàn Fuego, plus the lights from the villages in the valley bellow. Muy bonito.

    After much faffing from the group, (seriously what can one possibly need to do at 4:30 in the morning apart from get dressed?!) we rustled up some energy to get hiking again, the last 300m to the summit - this time in pitch black aside from a few head-torches scattered through the group. As we hiked higher, the sun got closer to rising and we could make out that on one side of our track was the volcano and the other was almost a sheer drop - not sure if it was better to be seeing this or not! Sorry Mum. The last ridge at the top was semi-sketchy, especially as we were a lot more exposed to the wind and cold but it was definitely an achievement to reach the top!

    Unfortunately as we climbed, the cloud had come back but not so high this time - so we could still see the other two volcanoes peeping out. The sunrise was just as stunning and we tucked into some banana bread whilst losing the feeling in our fingers. A few snaps later and we were happy to be heading down again and out of the cold. It was definitely a morning to remember though, hanging out on top of a volcano that we'd worked hard to get to, above the clouds, watching a sunrise.

    Getting down was a bit of a free-for-all, running down the side of the volcano as if it was a sand dune. We got back to base camp within 20minutes or so, compared to the hour plus that it took us to get up!

    Back at camp we finally found some warmth in the sunshine and the hot chocolates made for us by the guides using boiling water and Guatemalan chocolate which is basically just cacao. Then began more faffing from the group as we packed up our tents and then finally embarked on our descent. It was much clearer than the previous day for our descent, which was awesome to see from a height. Our two guides went down at completely different paces, one running off like a wee ninja that Scott and Mike battled to keep up with, the other taking it slow. It was definitely much easier to get down by a sort of gallop/jog/run due to the sandy ground, however occasionally it wasn't so deep, therefore slippery so it was easy to have a few tumbles. Cat's count got to 10 I believe, mine about 7! Thankfully the ground was soft to fall on so no real injuries. What we did have was lungs, mouths and nostrils filled with the dust clouds that running in this sand created, shoes saturated in volcanic sand that I think we'll be stuck with for weeks, and some extremely grubby faces - Scott in particular!

    Our bus back to Antigua couldn't even get going so we had to wait around for another bus to come, beersies in hand. By some miracle the original bus had been to a mechanic to be fixed by the time the new bus turned up an hour or later. Impressive turnaround considering we were in the middle of nowhere really, but we were all super hangry by the time we got back to Antigua as we'd eaten all our food early in the morning. Definitely no contingency plans there!

    I feel like this post and what I've written (even can't do this experience justice but hopefully the photos will fill the gaps a wee bit. Definitely one for the memory bank and a big highlight of all our travels to date.
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  • Day 35

    Antigua, Guatemala

    February 19, 2017 in Guatemala ⋅ ☀️ 23 °C

    Leaving our jungle oasis behind, the team embarked on another 8 hour minibus trip to Antigua, cracked windscreen and all. We had a few issues with our driver taking on the role of the air conditioning police and not letting us have the AC on full blast, literally reaching back to change the setting from three to two within ten seconds of us changing it, every time. This was bad enough for us, let alone the poor girl sitting near the front who was battling a severe hangover and trying not to throw up the whole journey! Surprising lack of voms though, given the way she looked. What a trooper.

    One of our stops ended up being quite entertaining when Scott and Mike found a lady selling hotdogs in a wee shop next to the petrol station we had pulled up at. When I found the two of them in this tiny shop about the size of a two-man tent, with no cooking devices except for a microwave in sight, it's fair to say I was a bit sceptical of how this was going to turn out. The lady was super lovely though and proceeded to put out some plastic stools for us to sit on (basically then using all the spare space in her shop) whilst we waited for her to rustle up the hotdog Scott signed up for. She pulled out a single hot dog from her little fridge, tightly wrapped in plastic which she then proceeded to cook in some water in the microwave. Fresh bread and an abundance of condiments surfaced, followed by the seal of approval from Scotty, so Mike and I were sold. The way she tried to sell us other various things from her random assortment of shop items while we were waiting was hilarious too. Scott was offered instant porridge and baby food to which he had to politely decline but everyone was laughing by the end of it all, as she knew how ridiculous her offers were getting. What a little hustler! One that makes a mean hotdog.

    After driving through different villages and lush landscapes for the best part of our journey, it was a bit of a change to arrive in the beautiful Spanish colonial town of Antigua. Founded in 1543, Antigua was the capital of Guatemala until an earthquake devastated the town in 1773 and the capital city subsequently moved to Guatemala City in 1776. This means that much of the architecture here is from the 17th and 18th century and actually reminds me quite a lot of San Cristobal de las Casas that we visited in Mexico. Again the streets are cobbled and the town is surrounded by volcanos plus some more chilly mornings and evenings given we were back at 1600m above sea level.

    We'd booked another nice hostel here called Matiox that'd only been open for three months. Sturdy bunks in the dorm, comfy beds and a nice open air courtyard in the centre of the building gave us a nice place to call home for a few days. Dave who worked there was really helpful in recommending us some good food and drink spots to try out, as well as being super flexible with changing our booking around when we realised we wanted to do an overnight trip up one of the many volcanoes that surround Antigua.

    The team headed out to try some of Dave's recommendations, the first of which was an Asian restaurant of sorts which happened to serve some epic Indian curries with the plates piled high, much to the boy's delight. Bear in mind that Antigua has many internationals living here or calling it home for a while at least, given it is quite popular for Spanish language schools. There's even a few of the big chains like McDonald's and Dunkin' Donuts etc hidden inside the colonial buildings. Slightly bizarre. With the first of Dave's recommendations being a hit, we tried a couple of bars he'd told us about as well. One of which proved quite difficult to find but was a low-key cocktail bar with a slightly eccentric owner, where we got chatting to a couple of Aussies. A few cocktails later and we ended up at another bar with them which had a ladies night on - free drink on entry, or rather something that resembles petrol if you're silly enough to order rum like me. And so we danced the night away.

    Understandably our next morning was quite a slow start, but eventually we ventured out to the huge market that Antigua is well known for. This market housed anything from handicrafts, electronics and clothes, to fresh fruit, vegetables, spices...you name it, you could probably find it here. We set out to barter and buy gloves and hats for our volcano expedition, plus all sorts of produce to make a stir fry as we thought we should make some savings and use the kitchen available at the hostel for once! The amount of people and things packed into this place is insane. All was successful until we tried to find some sort of sauce, but eventually we managed to improvise enough with borrowing (cough) a few things from the hostel.

    ...Wee break here where we went to Volcán Acatenango - separate blog for this one!

    To be fair we didn't do a massive amount in Antigua aside from eating (common theme here) and researching our next move, or recovering from the huge couple of days at the volcano. Delayed onset muscle soreness (DOMS) well and truly set in. And what better way to reinforce the pain than do another walk - thankfully much less strenuous - to Cerro de las Cruz (the hill of the cross). It gave us a nice view of the city and the mountain behind, on arguably the hottest and clearest day we had in Antigua.

    Unfortunately this was also our last stop with Scotty, who's headed back to NZ/Aussie for the next wee while and to figure out the next move! As for the rest of us, we're off to San Pedro la Laguna, Lake Atitlan to get deep in a week of Spanish language school and stay with a couple of local families. With any luck, this time next week we will be a bit more fluent...
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  • Day 41

    San Pedro la Laguna, Guatemala (Part 1)

    February 25, 2017 in Guatemala ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    Living with locals for the week and getting fully immersed in the Spanish language. What a week, and another highlight for us, (yeah I know, everything seems like a highlight recently!) I did say that Guatemala is becoming a favourite and this still stands true, if not more so now.

    The Fantastic Five has become the Fantastic Four, even after a slightly muddled series of flights home for Scotty but he got there eventually! The rest of us set in for a much shorter journey to Lago de Atitlán (Lake Atitlán) - about 4 hours west of Antigua. It wouldn't be a journey in a third world country without some sort of problem; this time it was thick fog to the point of not even being able to see 10m in front, followed by a series of hairpin bends (complete with sheer drops on one side) from the mountains down to the lakeside. Not gonna lie, I was pretty close to slapping the girl next to me on the bus who was screaming/gasping almost obnoxiously, on every corner. Never fear, we all made it in one piece to our home for the next week, San Pedro la Laguna. And with that, Mike and I have come to the realisation that after probably about 70 hours of travel, we are now only 400km away from San Cristobal de las Casas, Mexico - a month later! And that's how you do one seriously large loop.

    Lago de Atitlán is similar to Lake Taupo in that it was formed following a huge volcanic eruption 85,000 years ago that blew volcanic ash as far as Florida and Panama. Today it is surrounded by other smaller volcanoes and hills which along with the altitude, provide great conditions for growing coffee and corn.

    I'm not sure what we were expecting of San Pedro itself, but it was almost the polar opposite of the colonial buildings and cobblestoned streets of Antigua. Set on the edge of the lake and heading up into the hills, the buildings were a mixture of concrete and corrugated iron, tightly packed in together with tiny wee alleyways that sometimes even one of the many tuktuks couldn't fit through, plus hundreds of power lines overhead. In some parts, it was almost what I would imagine the slums of India to be like. It's a relatively small town, approximately 14,000 residents.

    Our primary reason for visiting San Pedro was to enrol in some Spanish classes and to stay with local families in a homestay situation in order to be fully immersed in the language and the local life for the week. Cat and Rich stayed with the family who owned the Language school we went to and Mike and I stayed with another family about 5 minutes walk away.

    The González family who we stayed with were absolutely lovely and they didn't speak any English apart from knowing the odd word, like potato! It was a good incentive for us to have to try harder to communicate and to practice our spanish, especially after being a bit slack with it for the last couple of weeks. The family was young - the father Chema just 33, the mum Conchita 29 and they had three children - Felix (11), Tina (10) and Andréa (8 months). Chema works picking coffee beans and corn, depending on what time of year it is and Conchita as a housewife, a very good one at that! Conchita prepared us three meals a day, eaten seated at the table with the family which gave us the opportunity to try many different types of traditional Guatemalan food and practice our Spanish.

    We chose a small independent school called Guatemaya Spanish School for our lessons for the week. There were only 4 teachers, so Cat and I had a teacher each and the boys shared another. Our school was essentially outside, a series of four different platforms scattered up the hill so we each had our own space to learn, overlooking the lake, for four hours each morning. I thoroughly enjoyed the 10 minute walk to and from school each day and being able to watch the locals go about their daily routines. Seeing the young kids heading to school, walking past the markets where the women would be setting up their stalls to sell their fresh fruit and veges for the day and the local basketball court where there would always be loads of kids playing many different games of football at once. Each day's lessons were punctuated by a wee break or "la pausa" where we had a variety of morning tea snacks. The peak was definitely day one where we had pastries filled with banana but this also falsely raised our hopes for subsequent days. Guatemalans have a great sense of humour so our teachers frequently enjoyed messing with us and what we were eating. For example, cochitas which are sort of dough balls filled with meat and sauce that they tried to tell us was cat and telling us that they bought tortillas filled with chocolate, which actually turned out to be filled with beans. Rough!

    While obviously you can't learn Spanish in a week (if only), we have progressed from Rich just adding "o" to the end of every word to make it sound Spanish - to drowning in hundreds of verbs, verb conjugations and various phrases. I've found I can definitely understand a lot more now, or at least get the gist of what someone is saying, but knowing how to respond and remembering the words to use back is much harder.

    We wanted to stay and learn more, to the point that we were seriously considering skipping El Salvador and potentially Nicaragua as well... but all good things must come to an end. Even though we've only been here a week, it feels much longer and it's been really lovely to have a family for the week - even if we didn't always understand each other! Mike and I found ourselves constantly feeling guilty that we didn't know the words for things we wanted to say to our family but we tried our best with a dictionary on hand to fill in the gaps. The family were very patient with us and the way they welcomed us into their home and their lives was amazing and it's been awesome to experience life as they do.

    I'm going to have to split this blog in two as there's not enough space for the photos and otherwise this will be an essay and a half. So hold that thought...
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  • Day 42

    San Pedro la Laguna, Guatemala (Part 2)

    February 26, 2017 in Guatemala ⋅ ⛅ 23 °C

    So aside from butchering the Spanish language for the week, what else did we get up to?

    Each afternoon we found activities to keep busy as well as fitting in our homework. We visited a couple of the other villages nearby, the first of which was San Juan la Laguna which was about a half hour walk away. There we saw the processes of cotton picking, turning it into thread and then it being dyed various colours with natural products such as plants and spices. The other village we visited was Santiago, which required a boat trip across the lake. They had many market stalls there selling the usual arts and crafts, but to be honest it probably wasn't worth our time!

    The other afternoons we tried to get more involved in what our families did. Conchita loves cooking and promised to teach us how to make tortillas that they have everyday, so one evening she put us to work. Tortillas are literally just made by soaking corn and water with quicklime, then taking it to a miller the following day to be ground into an almost pastry like consistency. A small ball of this mixture is then flattened out and molded into a small circle just using your hands, transferring the tortilla back and forth quickly until the desired thickness is met. Easier said than done! Conchita would churn out about 5-10 for each of ours, as we battled with ripping the tortillas during the transfer or having the mixture sticking to our hands. The tortillas are then cooked on what they call a plancha stove, which is the most common form of cooking in Guatemala these days. These plancha stoves are a vast improvement on the open fires they used to cook on where breathing the toxic fumes was detrimental to their health. They have a stovetop which is made of steel and covered in chalk with a log fire underneath that's situated in a firebox of sorts and uses a chimney pipe that takes the poisonous smoke out of the house. Some households like Conchita's also have a regular gas stove and oven like we would but she prefers to use the plancha stove for most cooking as it is more efficient. They can fuel this fire with wood that sets them back about 2000 quetzales a year ($384NZD/£220), but at the expense of the Guatemalan forest which is supposedly diminishing by 2% in the same time frame.

    The fire in the kitchen is generally lit either in the morning or at lunchtime and then kept on for the rest of the day, so you can imagine the risks this can pose.
    One night we learnt that the family had a fire in that engulfed their second floor kitchen about two years back. Conchita was at the market when she found out, but it was already too late. The wood and plastic lined kitchen was extensively damaged as were other parts of their house. Thankfully they had some luck on their side that day, the power happened to be out, their fridge happened to be downstairs at that point and by some miracle their gas cooker didn't explode. While the fire was unfortunate and of course they didn't have insurance, they definitely had someone watching over them that day. Now they have rebuilt the kitchen with concrete walls and you'd never know anything had happened.

    Another afternoon I spent learning how to make pachas with Conchita. Pachas are essentially mashed potato mixed with a sort of tomato salsa, packed into a little parcel with usually chicken and some other vegetables (this's time capsicum, chilli and prunes) within a leaf that resembles a banana leaf but is a different plant that I couldn't make out! It was an interesting little process, plus I went to the market with Conchita to buy all the ingredients fresh like she does each day, including the chicken straight from the chicken shed...next to the live chickens...which was probably the closest I've got to becoming vegetarian. At least you know where it comes from I guess... they pride themselves very much here in using fresh and organic ingredients, none of the meat or fruit and vegetables being treated with chemicals.

    Like many of the Latin American and South American countries, Guatemalans are crazy about football. Chema and his son Felix were no exception and took great interest in talking about recent games with Mike and really enjoyed when he showed them photos of the Man United game he went to last year and of the Bernabéu stadium that we visited in Madrid a few years back. So when Chema told us he had a game on one afternoon, we said we'd love to go and support! We were surprised to learn that San Pedro actually had an immaculate small stadium with a full size Astro turf pitch, only a couple of years old. The teams also had proper kit and shoes, which when you look at everything else around here, seems almost out of place. I guess it just shows how much they love football! Chema even scored a hilarious goal that had us all cheering from the stands.

    That same afternoon, we headed to see coffee plantations and corn farms with the language school owner and Cat and Rich's host, Javier. He took us up the side of the hills/mountains above San Pedro, first nearer the top where there was corn growing. It's crazy how much the temperature can drop just a 10minute drive uphill, but I guess this is why the corn strives up here. Each family seems to have their own lot and harvests once a year, sometimes with enough corn to last them the entirety of said year - which is saying something considering the amount of tortillas they churn through.

    As we walked back down the hill, the climate quickly changed and before we knew it we were heading past numerous coffee plantations. We were all surprised to learn that coffee beans actually originate from a red berry that is only a bit larger than a decent blueberry or a small grape. Javier lead us through the trees to his plantation, but how they really know who's is who's I don't really know - they all seem to merge into one another. Farmers pick massive sacks of these berries, then take them back to the roadside for weighing with old school weights, before selling them off for little more than a couple of dollars to buyers who then take them through the next processes of drying and roasting.

    Once Saturday hit and our classes were over, Mike headed to work with Chema for the morning to find out more about working in a coffee plantation. He returned a few hours later, grubby and exhausted from what turned out to be a rather labour intensive job. While picking the berries themselves wasn't too strenuous, carrying them out of the plantation is a different story. Piled into sacks and then carried on their backs with a band around their head to help support it the weight, then carried a few km downhill through rugged terrain to be weighed and sold - it was no easy feat. And all that hard work for 5 hours between only amounted to 180quetzals (£19/$34NZD) in payment for the coffee. When you average that out, it's working out to be less than $9 for each day's work. Minus the cost of getting there, you can imagine this can't go far when you have a family at home to feed and kids to send to school.

    On our last evening we headed to Conchita's grandmothers house where they were preparing for a fiesta the following day for a couple of hundred people to celebrate her mother's birthday. All the women (sisters, aunties etc) were preparing tamales, which are similar to the pachas I made a few days prior, but made with corn as opposed to potato and not nearly as tasty! The family spirit and community in these countries is so lovely to see. Their families are huge too - Chema told us he has 29 aunties and uncles and roughly 200 cousins. You can imagine his surprise when I told him that in contrast, I only have 6 cousins and that we don't all live in the same country, let alone the same continent or hemisphere! As much as it's sometimes handy to have family spread out all over the world, times like these make me wish my family was closer together so we could do things like this more often too.

    I think it's fair to say that this week was one of the best weeks we've had in all our travels. I can't recommend the experience enough. I like to think it's a two-way street for us and this family, because with them opening their home to us it allows us to practice our Spanish and gain insight into the local way of life, in return they can gain hopefully a bit of extra income, plus insight into our way of life at home too, plus that of other travellers they have to stay. This is particularly important given they don't have the money or means to travel, even to somewhere like the US - somewhere that for some reason they long to visit or work in. They can travel there for up to 90 days but cannot get visas to work there unless someone who already lives there, invites them. They have friends who have tried to cross illegally by land, one of whom has never been seen or heard from again, even 10 years later...

    All of this makes us feel almost guilty sometimes on how easy we have it and how fortunate we are to be able to travel when there are so many people out there just living day to day. I'm just thankful that we can learn so much about others and meet such wonderful people in doing so. One day I would love to volunteer somewhere like Guatemala, in the hope of giving back and helping in some way.

    Unfortunately this is the last chapter of our Guatemala adventure - a country we have now all got a soft spot for. Next up is El Salvador via a quick one night stop in Antigua. Back to the beach life to try our hand at surfing!
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  • Day 45

    El Tunco, El Salvador

    March 1, 2017 in El Salvador ⋅ ⛅ 33 °C

    Surfing, swimming, sweating profusely, muchas pupusas and the first of many chicken bus trips.

    We've left behind Guatemala and travelled southeast to our next country, El Salvador. El Tunco is a small beach/surf town - if you can even call it that! Two or three streets are all there is to this place, lined with a mix of surf shops, restaurants and hostels. Supposedly on the weekend it's a crazy party town but we were visiting midweek so it was hard to imagine this, as it almost resembled a ghost town whilst we were there.

    Back at sea level and edging closer to the equator, temperatures and sweat levels have substantially increased to the point of a minimum of 4-5 swims and/or cold showers a day. Lows of about 24-25 degrees and highs of 30+. Lucky we have a beach almost on our doorstep and hot water doesn't exist in the accommodation here.

    El Tunco is known for its surfing, so we thought we'd give it a crack and hired a couple of boards to share on our first day. Our collective surfing history was somewhat limited so we were all really just freestyling on this one. Mike and Rich managed to get out there alright and get up on their first wave together as Cat and I looked on from the beach. This particular stretch of beach (El Sunzal) requires paddling quite far out, possibly about 100m-200m or so. It became apparent we'd left it too late in the day though to head out, particularly by the time Cat and I tried as the currents and waves just prevented us from even straying far from the beach itself, let alone to reach any decent waves to try to surf on. El Tunco is a black sand beach with stones too, which makes it not overly enjoyable for swimming or for walking - especially when the tide is high. We returned late afternoon to much different surf, and the boys managed to get a few good waves. Meanwhile Cat and I got thrashed in the waves near the beach and I almost got taken out to sea in a strong rip whilst getting dumped with suddenly huge waves!

    Sunsets are something El Tunco does well. Due to the fact that the beach is south-facing, you can actually see both sunrise and sunset here. Scores of people flock to the beach front with beers in hand to watch the sun go down each evening, others out catching the last waves of the day with the sky a mix of orange and pink as a backdrop. Stunning.

    The following morning we vowed to get up early (6:30am) considering this is the best time for surfing and we were thankfully rewarded with this truth! Mike sat out due to a reinjured chest/rib but Rich had some good runs and us girls gave it a shot, with not much success. Cat managed to catch a wave the whole way in, just not standing up! And the only time I managed to get up was when Rich gave me a push onto the wave to get the momentum going. Back to the drawing board to find some strength in the arms to get on the waves on our own.

    New country means new local food and for El Salvador that means pupusas. Pupusas are essentially fried thick tortillas - almost like a thick pancake - with various fillings, usually combined with cheese. Chicken and cheese, beans and cheese and revolutas are the usual suspects, the latter of which is actually quite tasty despite what the name implies - consisting of pork, beans and cheese. We went through a fair few pupusas in our time in El Tunco, usually served with a tomato salsa and a coleslaw of sorts, they're a cheap meal when you only need 2-3 and they set you back a modest 50-75cents US each. I think we will be having a lot more of these over the next few days!

    Pupusas aside, eating in El Tunco is expensive so we caught our first "chicken bus" into the nearby town that is La Libertad to buy some groceries. Chicken buses are also common in Guatemala, local buses that are actually old American school buses usually with a colourful paint job - so called because people can take anything and everything on there with them, including live chickens. Our bus rides so far haven't been quite so eventful, but they work on express pick ups and drop offs from anywhere along the road. There's always a couple of guys on each bus who collect the money, whistle at the driver when people want to get off and help people with their things at lightening speed but the bus is still already driving off when you've only got one foot inside. Payment is a combination of honesty based and a memory test for the guys working on the bus as they usually take payment every few pickups as opposed to when each person gets on. Somehow the chaos of it all works.

    La Libertad is a pretty grungy little place that didn't require a visit for anything other than cheaper groceries and to attempt more ATM withdrawals. Mike and I have been battling to get any $US out since we arrived in El Salvador, even after trying multiple ATMs. Still unsure if this is due to the ATMs not agreeing with our travel card that usually doesn't have any problems, or if they just have no cash in them. Thankfully Cat and Rich withdrew a decent amount of cash before we left Guatemala which has been enough to bankroll the four of us so far, but cash funds are definitely getting low between us so hopefully our next stop will provide the goods.

    With the confidence of catching a few chicken buses up our sleeve, we thought we'd try another direction from El Tunco - inland to the Tamanique waterfalls. You can do this as a tour from El Tunco but we thought we'd give it a go semi-independently to save some cash. We made it to the Taminique town with no problems but still without having found a local "guide" to show us where the waterfalls actually were. 10 steps in the direction of the waterfalls though and local guy sitting outside his casa asked if we needed someone to show us the way. We agreed but had to haggle his price from $5USD a person down to $3 a person - still steep compared to other blogs we'd read but still cheap really and we couldn't have done it without him. The path was not signposted in any form, you wouldn't have even known there was a waterfall there unless you'd done prior research as we had.

    Twenty minutes of downhill walking later, on terrain that would have benefited the use of our walking sticks from Acatenango and sneakers as opposed to the trusty jandals, we arrived at the waterfall. It wasn't so much a waterfall - more comprising of a few different swimming holes - but it gave us a spot to do some jumps and cool off for a while. The local guys there clambered all over the rocks for various outrageous jumps and provided some good entertainment in between our own jumps. I think there was a bigger waterfall we could have visited as well afterwards but we were all spent and didn't want to get back to El Tunco too late so we gave it a miss. Our guide Antonio was absolutely dripping with sweat on our walk back, this time via a cemetery. We weren't really sure why he took us through there, nor did we feel overly comfortable about it but we made it back to the town in one piece.

    The El Salvadorian people so far are already noticeably different to the Guatemalans. They're much less friendly and open, but perhaps they are more guarded here due to higher causes. The murder rate in El Salvador is one of the highest in the world. Just a week ago they had the first day with no murders recorded since January 2015. So I suppose perhaps it's not unreasonable to not be so friendly, but perhaps it's just down to this area too - so I shall keep an open mind for other areas of El Salvador! The locals also just wear regular clothes as opposed to traditional dress and the women seem to wear quite a lot of makeup which is something we haven't seen for a while. El Salvador is quite dirty, there is a lot of rubbish around and it's not unusual to see people chucking rubbish out the window of the buses. It's pretty sad really, it's obviously not something they care about. On top of all that, everyone speaks much faster Spanish and potentially with a different accent too because just when we thought we were making progress, we're back to feeling like we can't understand anything again!

    We're backtracking a bit from El Tunco now, heading northwest to Juayúa via long distance chicken bus, complete with terrible music which is heavy on the bass at 6am and videos to match. Mike had a rogue near-vomiting episode this morning too so let's hope there isn't the real deal whilst in transit!
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  • Day 46

    Juayúa, El Salvador

    March 2, 2017 in El Salvador ⋅ ☀️ 28 °C

    Before you ask, it's pronounced "why-ooh-ah". But none of us have managed to grasp nor remember this in the last couple of days we've been here.

    Juayúa is one of a few villages that make up the Ruta de las Flores or the Route of Flowers, that extends 34km through the mountains of eastern El Salvador. To be honest though the area didn't particularly offer what was promised - beautiful villages filled with culture, scenery for hiking and mountain biking...and we didn't see an awful lot of flowers either. You can see that maybe it was a lovely area once upon a time, but currently it isn't really one for the memory bank.

    Turning up we had no accommodation booked due to shoddy internet in El Tunco making even just loading a a news article painful so we had to make the rounds at the hostels we knew of. The first one turned us away because they were at capacity. The second one almost did too until Mike realised that Cat's name was on the booking sheet as we'd emailed them a day or so prior but had no reply (or thought we hadn't) due to the internet. So it turned out we had a booking after all. Win.

    One thing this area is well known for is coffee, given the prime conditions for coffee plantations. The mountains here are covered with them. The owners of the hostel happened to also own an organic speciality coffee farm/business and considering so far we'd only seen the farms and none of the processing afterwards, we thought we'd check it out and find out more.

    We piled into the back of a pickup truck headed for the hills. First stop was the the mill, where the coffee berries arrive freshly picked from the plantation. Here they go through a mixture of different
    processes, depending on the quality and the ultimate destination of the coffee beans, whether it be for commercial or specialty coffee.

    The commercial coffee is immediately washed and rid of the pulp of the berry, leaving just the beans - whereas the specialty coffee skips this process and goes straight to the next step which is drying. By leaving the skin of the berry on and therefore keeping the honey inside too, this means the speciality coffee beans then absorb these flavours in the drying process.

    Drying also has options too. For the commercial coffee in El Salvador it's usually dried just laid out on the ground on tiles, picked up again at the end of each day and then relaid out again the next morning - repeated for about a week. Specialty coffee is usually dried using African beds. These are made of a rectangular wooden frame with mesh for the coffee to be laid out on and rotated every hour for about 6-7 hours each day before being taken in for the evening too. Given the attention and employees required to be present for this method, it's much more expensive which is why the commercial coffee is not dried this way. When the coffee has reached about 10% humidity (vaguely known by the workers but also tested by a machine) it's sufficiently dried. Once dried, the coffee is sorted again by density, the heavier the better. Defects (such a bug nibbles) are counted and/or taken out and again this decides the quality of the coffee. After all that, it's ready for roasting.

    From the mill we went to the coffee plantation for one of the types of coffee beans produced by Lechuza. It's basically the end of coffee picking season here so not a lot of berries were left on the trees but we got the gist of the set-up, with wind-breaking trees either side and larger trees down the middle off the coffee trees to offer shade from the sun.

    Lastly we headed to a nearby house which had a shed to the side which was almost as if it was out of some trendy home or interior design magazine and somewhat out of place in the depths of a country like El Salvador. Inside was a state of the art coffee machine, a roasting machine and some grinders. Oh and lots of coffee. The boys were somewhat losing it at this point but first we had to learn how to roast some coffee. Controlled temperatures, timers and graphs are all involved in ensuring each different type of coffee bean is roasted to perfection. It took about 12 minutes to roast 9 pounds of coffee beans, taking them from white/pale yellow to chocolatey brown and losing a pound of weight in the process.

    Finally it was time to sample the coffee. First we tried the freshly roasted coffee using chemex but it was quite strong and bitter. Usually the coffee is rested for three or four days after roasting before being used or sold. Subsequent coffees were made with rested coffee and before we knew it we'd been made about 4 or 5 different coffees each. Espressos, cappuccinos, macchiatos - you name it, he'd make it. It's fair to say the boys were loving it. Cat and I aren't such massive fans of coffee so we were leaving this one to the boys for the most part!

    It was an interesting excursion, realising how many different processes go into making the coffee beans reach the point to where they can be used to make a drink. I think it's made us all appreciate why coffee can cost as much as it does at home sometimes too, given the amount of people that have worked on it before it even hits the cafe or the shelves.

    All coffeed out, the following day we caught a bus to one of the other towns on the Ruta de las Flores called Ataco. Unfortunately not just made of tacos as the name may suggest, it was another little village town which is essentially a bigger version of Juayúa, with many colourful murals lining the streets. It wasn't an overly memorable place otherwise but it gave us somewhere different to wander around for a couple of hours.

    That afternoon we trudged to a waterfall looking for an escape from the heat. After wandering for over the expected 30minutes we were starting to wonder if we'd taken the wrong path when we stumbled across the waterfall we were after. Not wonderfully spectacular but the water was coming straight from the mountains so it offered a very fresh dip!

    Our last morning in Juayúa required a revisit to a wicked cafe we'd found on our first day for brekkie, a random stop at a reptile museum which had some seriously large snakes and a quick feast at the weekend markets that were starting up. We're told Juayúa gets rather busy on the weekends due to said markets so we were happy to avoid the crowds. Time for some more chicken bus trips - this time heading for the capital, San Salvador.
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  • Day 49

    San Salvador, El Salvador

    March 5, 2017 in El Salvador ⋅ ☀️ 30 °C

    We've skipped the capital cities of our last two countries but for El Salvador we made the exception to visit San Salvador, even if it was just to see a local football game. The problem with these capital cities is that aside from the lack of attractions and things to do, they're also generally the epicentre of each country's dangerous gangs and violence. Short and sweet visit coming right up.

    San Salvador is a strange city. The downtown area was pretty grim. Rubbish everywhere. Mostly derelict buildings, punctuated with a couple of colonial style buildings: a cathedral, a palace and a theatre. The only other building worthy of note down here looked horrific from the outside - picture an old school library or government buildings - but the inside was a different story. Iglesia de Rosaria is a church the shape of a rainbow (hence the name), complete with a rainbow of different coloured stained glass through which the sun projected beautiful colours into the church. A diamond in the rough one might say.

    Contrasting the downtown area is Boulevard de los heroes which houses a huge relatively new mall where the boys finally braved the barbers and Cat was able to replenish her sports gear collection after accidentally leaving most of hers behind in El Tunco. Then there's Zona Rosa, which had almost every fast food chain you could think of plus a few hotels, but also some semi-nice suburban streets. Every single house has a fence with circular barbed wire across the top though, so you can still sense the need for security in what seems like a nicer area.

    Feeling like we needed to learn a bit more about El Salvador and its history, we aimed to visit one of the museums about the civil war that took place in the 1980s. Unfortunately it being a Sunday in a highly catholic country meant that our museum choice was somewhat limited, so instead we headed for the anthropology museum. The exhibition we saw there was predominantly about migration over the years, going as far back as a few hundred BC and up to the current day. The amount of El Salvadorians in the abroad in the US alone has reached 2 million, many of which their families rely on sending money home - so much so it takes in $3 million USD per year and 20% of the national GDP. Crazy.

    Sunday afternoon rolled around which meant it was football time. We headed to Estadio Cuscatlan to watch an El Salvador premier league game - San Salvadorian Alianza F.C vs C.D Luis Angel Firpo from Usulután. The stadium was large, taking around 32,000 people at capacity. We opted for under cover seats as a break from the sun and the 35 degree heat for just $6USD a piece. The stands quickly filled up with fans, most of which were wearing t-shirts supporting their team. Like any football game the home fans were separated from the away fans, both by fences and riot police but of course that didn't stop them chanting and yelling at each other. Venders were constantly walking through the stands with various snacks and drinks, from plantain chips to icecream and beer. You never even need to leave your seat really!

    A good display of football followed, with a 1-0 win for the home team much to the delight of their fans. Piling out of the stadium the passionate away fans had to be separated again, similar to games in England as Mike tells me! Even the referees get escorted off the pitch with riot police to prevent anything happening to them as a result of any calls made throughout the game. Pretty impressive security in that respect but I guess it also shows how intense the fans can get.

    By the time the game was over and we'd made it out of the stadium, the sun was almost setting so we thought it'd be best to get a taxi back to our homestay. A rickety taxi ride followed with the axel sounding like it was going to snap or drop off at any point, so we were thankful to make it in one piece. One last set of pupusas from the roadside stall down the street and we signed off on our short time in El Salvador.

    I'm not sure quite how I feel about El Salvador, I've not quite been sold on the place. There are some nice areas and people around but it's marred by the amount of rubbish absolutely everywhere and it doesn't seem to have the same kind of unique culture that sets it apart like some of the other Central American countries to date - but I'll admit, it was always going to be hard to follow on from Guatemala. Next up we've got a big journey to Nicaragua, with transit through Honduras. We've opted for the local transport again in the hope of saving some cash, but thankfully the homestay owner Edwin was kind enough to drop us to the first bus stop at 6am. Wish us luck!
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