Travel Blog | walkforthandsee http://www.travelblog.org/Bloggers/walkforthandsee/ Travel adventures in journals and photos from walkforthandsee en-us Wed, 06 Jan 2010 02:10:49 +0000 Wed, 06 Jan 2010 02:10:49 +0000 The little yellow city. Part 2 The next few days in Antigua were a bit of a blur to be entirely honest. I really didn't know what the hell I was doing there or where I was going. I could have spent six months waking up to the crispy cool air and a view of the mountains right out the front door of my hostel. I could have sat in Cafe 2000 watching subtitled American films every Saturday afternoon. Antigua was the kind of place http://www.travelblog.org/Central-America-Caribbean/Guatemala/Antigua/Antigua/blog-423329.html The Little Yellow City Part 1 The bus ended up being late and empty. Empty. Empty was becoming a reoccurring theme for me. But the bus driver told me that we were going to collect someone from the airport. So we drove twenty minutes back to the airport and waited. I wasn't getting my hopes up that it would be someone I could talk to but when she climbed on the bus I immediately struck up a conversation. I don't think I had http://www.travelblog.org/Central-America-Caribbean/Guatemala/Antigua/Antigua/blog-414872.html Guatelmala Guatemala Tegucigalpa Honduras San Salvador El Salvador Managua Nicaragua..... It was less than three hours until the little plane came whirring up to the vast Central American landscape and began making long lazy circles above the runway. The mountainous terrain gave way to sharp winds that rocked us up and down as we circled. I still cannot recall ever having been so nauseated in my entire life. It seemed like an eternity before we landed. I crossed myself at the crunch http://www.travelblog.org/Central-America-Caribbean/Guatemala/Guatemala-City/blog-414562.html Things fall apart The city had ceased to move. All was silent as the little silver sedan buzzed down the lamppost lit road. I looked upon my mother in law. A single gray strand stood out against her silky black hair as the street lights danced across us. She said nothing. There wasn't much to say at two am and it was a simple silence interrupted only by the switching of gears. She turned into the gas station. The http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/Florida/St-Petersburg/blog-414559.html