Ian Creelman

El Desperado de las Montanas





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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 front, allowing only diffused light to penetrate into the watery cave. The current creates an eddy, but I still have to dig my feet into the sandy bottom to keep my position. I move into ... read more




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 and the rest of the volunteers were surprised that we managed to find the farm with no directions and only the name of the farm to go on. The Internet on the farm was down ... read more




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, formed from two connecting volcanoes, how long can you resist modernization and development? When will your farms be replaced by housing developments and eco-tour parks? When will your shores be lined with fancy hotels, jet ... read more




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 endless past. If you try to grasp it, it's already gone. The present is the only unit of time that is real. The past is only real so far as it was once the present and ... read more




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 layers of various mosses cover the ground and rocks around where I sit. Orchids and other colorful flowers dabble the mountainside. In the shoulders and nooks of pines and other trees, tropical plants have taken ... read more



Copan

Published: July 15th 2008Central America Caribbean » Honduras » Western » Copán Ruinas

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... read more



El Zonte

Published: July 15th 2008Central America Caribbean » El Salvador » Western » El Zonte

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.... read more




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 waves but waited till morning to surf. Up at 6:00am we ate some left over soup, then hit the waves. It was a long paddle out and my arms were out of shape from a ... read more




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 to get our needed paperwork, by far the longest boarder crossing yet. We were surprised that they didn't want to stamp our passports at the boarder, but we were assured that it wasn't needed. El ... read more




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 quite large, pounding the black sand with a fierce, crashing roar, but we skim boarded anyway. A few times I was engulfed in a wave then slammed against the shore, but nothing too bad. We ... read more






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