to the moon and back...
So I have obviously been really bad about keeping up the blog in the last few weeks. Forgive me if this is shorter than usual. I am in a hostel and the inernet is free, but all of the letters have been rubbed off the keys so I have to erase a lot of mistakes. Luckily I am one step up from a hunt and peck typer, so it isn´t a complete lost cause. I can also claim a handicap for the Latin American keyboard.
Anyway, I am here in Granada, a beautiful place of which I have fond memories, despite having gone to the hospital the last time. As beautiful and clean a place as that was, I am hoping to avoid a visit this time around. I am traveling at the moment with two lovely new friends, Lyndsay from Belfast, and Meg from England. I met them on the boat from Guatemala to Honduras, and they were also planning ro head toward Nicaragua, so we decided to all travel together. I hadn´t even been planning to take that boat to Honduras, but some Belgians that I met along the way convinced me that I should go with them. I am very easily persuaded at 3 in the morning! That sounds terrible, but I don´t mean it in that way. They were a very lovely couple. I had actually met the Belgians and two of their English friends three separate and random times in Guatemala, and figured ,aybe that was a sign that I was supposed to travel with them. We all ended up in a mini van, and the 8 of us went to the San Blas Islands in Honduras. After the boat ride from hell across the ocean, where we wavered between feeling incredibly ill, and feeling incredible fear that the boat was going to capsize we were all truly bonded. We spent the next few days doing island things: eating fish, lying on the beach, snorkeling, and making up our own olympics of who could write the best with their toes. I was the biggest loser, who knew it was so difficult?
The day before yesterday, which now feels like a year ago, Lyndsay, Meg and I crossed back to the mainland, and took a bus to Tegucigalpa the capital of Honduras. Honduras is odd. I have not seen so many US corporations since I left the States. On the highway we passed mile after mile of McDonald´s, Wendy´s, Texaco stations and strip malls. Sometimes I felt like I was driving down I70, with more tropical vegetation. I also noticed there were more obese people around, could there be a correlation?
We arrived in Tegus after dark, I was thankful to have some traveling buddies. We took a taxi to a hotel we had chosen out of the book. The driver took us out of the way, even though we had a map and could see that it was very close. He wanted us to stay in a friend´s hotel, so he made sure to drive past a few corners where there were prostitutes and then told us it was a very dangerous neighborhood. He emphasized the fact that the prostitutes were males, and homosexuals. After repeating this a few times I responded that if they were homosexuals than the three of us girls should have no problem. He gave me a disgusted look and finally brought us where we wanted to go. Our travel the next day was fairly smooth. We even arrived in Managua EARLY, a first for this trip.
Before this leg of the journey I spent a week at Lake Atitlan in Guatemala, invluding 5 days at Las Pyramides a yoga/meditation/metaphysical srudy center. That now feels like it happened so long ago. Perhaps I will add a little more about that experience in the future.
Anyway, I am here in Granada, a beautiful place of which I have fond memories, despite having gone to the hospital the last time. As beautiful and clean a place as that was, I am hoping to avoid a visit this time around. I am traveling at the moment with two lovely new friends, Lyndsay from Belfast, and Meg from England. I met them on the boat from Guatemala to Honduras, and they were also planning ro head toward Nicaragua, so we decided to all travel together. I hadn´t even been planning to take that boat to Honduras, but some Belgians that I met along the way convinced me that I should go with them. I am very easily persuaded at 3 in the morning! That sounds terrible, but I don´t mean it in that way. They were a very lovely couple. I had actually met the Belgians and two of their English friends three separate and random times in Guatemala, and figured ,aybe that was a sign that I was supposed to travel with them. We all ended up in a mini van, and the 8 of us went to the San Blas Islands in Honduras. After the boat ride from hell across the ocean, where we wavered between feeling incredibly ill, and feeling incredible fear that the boat was going to capsize we were all truly bonded. We spent the next few days doing island things: eating fish, lying on the beach, snorkeling, and making up our own olympics of who could write the best with their toes. I was the biggest loser, who knew it was so difficult?
The day before yesterday, which now feels like a year ago, Lyndsay, Meg and I crossed back to the mainland, and took a bus to Tegucigalpa the capital of Honduras. Honduras is odd. I have not seen so many US corporations since I left the States. On the highway we passed mile after mile of McDonald´s, Wendy´s, Texaco stations and strip malls. Sometimes I felt like I was driving down I70, with more tropical vegetation. I also noticed there were more obese people around, could there be a correlation?
We arrived in Tegus after dark, I was thankful to have some traveling buddies. We took a taxi to a hotel we had chosen out of the book. The driver took us out of the way, even though we had a map and could see that it was very close. He wanted us to stay in a friend´s hotel, so he made sure to drive past a few corners where there were prostitutes and then told us it was a very dangerous neighborhood. He emphasized the fact that the prostitutes were males, and homosexuals. After repeating this a few times I responded that if they were homosexuals than the three of us girls should have no problem. He gave me a disgusted look and finally brought us where we wanted to go. Our travel the next day was fairly smooth. We even arrived in Managua EARLY, a first for this trip.
Before this leg of the journey I spent a week at Lake Atitlan in Guatemala, invluding 5 days at Las Pyramides a yoga/meditation/metaphysical srudy center. That now feels like it happened so long ago. Perhaps I will add a little more about that experience in the future.
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