We parked in the parking lot then descended past the gates of the fancy hotel. When we arrived at the river, we cornered a couple lizards onto a rock near the waters edge and as we advanced closer, they lept, sprinting across the water's steaming surface. An amazing feat of speed and agility, each step taken before the last could sink. We lower into the warm water and position ourselves behind the waterfall. Surrounded by the sound of water pounding against its self and the soothing sensation of floating in liquid warmth, the falling water creates a translucent moving wall in [View Full Entry]

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Wandering along muddy trails, through barbed wire fences, past cows, horses and pigs feeding in the green rolling hills speckled with banana, mango and avocado trees. We finally stumble upon the farm and see the familiar, pasty white back of our giant Canadian friend Liam, standing under a thatched palapa against the backdrop of the lake. Liam is a good friend of ours from language school in Guatemala and lived in the same house as Andy during that time. He's visiting his girl friend Rachel who's the volunteer coordinator at Finca Bonofido on Ometepe in the middle of lake Nicaragua. Rachel [View Full Entry]

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My worn sandal soles struggle to grip the steep muddy path. We stop to observe some petroglyphs carved into a stone by the side of the trail. A sun, various geometric shapes and what sorta looks like an animal etched into the rock. Remains of a past civilization, people who long ago inhabited this land, fished its waters and cultivated its soil. The island still remains sparsely developed, but I fear the influence of tourism and will eventually strangle much of the natural life and beauty from this enticing destination. An enchanting island in the middle of Central America's largest lake, [View Full Entry]

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The soothing sound of churning waves. The fresh smell of salty air carried by a cooling breeze. Powerful sunlight, filtered through leaves and tree branches warms as it's absorbed into my skin. Soft grains of sand between my toes. The flat line of the horizon formed over the distant ocean as the earth curves out of sight. Soft, billowing clouds float effortlessly in the blue sky, constantly shifting and morphing shape. I take a deep breath, simultaneously taking in the ambiance of the moment. The present, the now, the moment, that infinitely thin film between the limitless future and the [View Full Entry]

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Perched precariously over the cliff edge, I watch the clouds wisp by below as I puff on a 5 cent, hand rolled cigar. Sitting on the boarder of safety and danger, with hundreds of feet of air dangling beneath my feet, fills me with a sense of being alive. The soothing echo of the 1000 ft water fall and the calming sound of wind rustling through the trees as it blows the shifting clouds over the ridge combines with the melodic chirps of tropical birds. The ample rainfall allows for a very lush environment in this humid, cloud forest. Thick, soft [View Full Entry]

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We couldn't go the the Mayan Ruins at Copan because there was a large protest against the government who expropriated valuable land for tourism from poor local farmers without compensation. Hopefully there will be justice, but not likely with the history of Honduras and the current governments attitude toward the poor. We instead went to a bird sanctuary in the mountains. I lost my jounal with this entry but will add more later. For now here are some pictures [View Full Entry]

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Spent over two weeks at the tranquilo Horizonte Beach Resort. I lost my jounal with this entry, but will eventually write something about this awsome surf spot, but here are some pictures. This was one of our favorite places on the trip so far. [View Full Entry]

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Taking the scenic HWY 2 we cruised along the El Salvadorian coast, passing farms and towns scattered along the semi mountainous jungle landscape. The fresh smell of post rain fills the air. We stopped in the town of Sunzal which is said to have one of the longest point breaks in Central America and checked in to a cheap hotel with a pool and use of their kitchen. After taking a dip in the pool to cool off, we put a pot of soup on the burner then went to check out town. The sun was setting so we watched the [View Full Entry]

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After leaving Monterico, the fastest way to the El Salvador boarder was by ferry. We drove the truck onto a 40 ft, rickety, wooden boat and prayed it wouldn't sink. The boat ride was fun as we sat on top of the truck, listening to music as we cruised through the canals toward the boarder. Safely arriving on solid ground, we paid the ferry captain 75Q ($10) and drove the rest of the way to El Salvador. The boarder crossing was a slow process because we were stuck behind a long line of truckers. In total it took over three hours [View Full Entry]

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We entered town and turned toward the beach. When we paused to gain our bearings and choose a course of action, a cute, little, local girl ran up to the window to suggest some places to stay. She was about nine years old and a hard worker, running ahead of the truck, directing us to various establishments. We checked out a couple before checking into the Marlin hotel. A color changing pool, cheep rooms and pool table were the main selling points. We put on our board shorts, waxed our skim boards and headed to the beach. The shore break was [View Full Entry]

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