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February 5th 2007

Walking in Xela is an art. I step from my doorstep on a sunny afternoon into ankle-buckling cobblestone streets lined with multitiered sidewalks some three or four feet from the ground. To be a sidewalk in Xela is to lead a fickle existence. Like quantum particles they are prone to spring in and out of being without prior warning, as well as inexplicably change in shape, purpose and generally baffle anyone who has the lofty and misguided hope of understanding them. On the rare occasion that they do follow Newtonian laws of physics they are equally as liable to be barricaded by sleeping locals, smoldering piles of trash, an impromptu market display or any number of other treacherous obstacles. To negotiate the streets by foot is not to take a stroll, but to develop a system, ... read more



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January 17th 2007

I awoke my second morning in Xela at four a.m. without reason. The nights here are cold and though I have not yet ventured out much past dark, the chill easily penetrates the flats of concrete and tile. My room is windowless (except for the large window that opens into the kitchen) and in the absence of a draft I'm snug as a bug beneath a sheet and two blankets. But waking here thus far is inevitably accompanied by the stark realization that I am, in fact, somewhere in the middle of Guatemala and a marathon of thoughts subsequently ensue, rendering further dozing ineffable. I lay in bed for two hours and, in a mental gesture of utter futility, periodically remind myself to attempt to fall back asleep. I must admit that I have all the ... read more



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danmcisaac
January 7th 2007

In early November I packed my car and said goodbye to my friends, my apartment and gainful employment in North Carolina to head out on the road. Homeless, jobless and equipped only with a vague agenda for the next six months, I did what any desperate traveller would: I flew to Hawaii. But a man can only take so much warm weather, leisure time and frozen drinks and three weeks later, longing for adversity, I flew home for the holidays and here I sit on Cape Cod. In the absense of any realistic plans I was eventually forced to do what I had been telling everybody that I was going to for months and I booked a ticket to Guatemala City. Since then I've spent my time planning and researching for this three month adventure. Guatemala ... read more






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