Blogs from Livingston, Caribbean Coast, Guatemala, Central America Caribbean - page 2

Thoughts from Playa Blanca - by guest bloggers Heather and Jane All that could be heard was the lapping of the warm Caribbean waves and the gentle snoring of our friend Steve. Suddenly, we heard a shuffling sound. We looked up to see Steve’s shoes sidling towards the water’s edge in an attempt to drown themselves in shame. ‘Stop, stop - don’t do it’ we shouted ‘we’ll never get Steve home in one piece if you go - if you don’t protect his feet, anything could happen!’. We should explain why this extraordinary event was occurring. A couple of days ago, our group was boarding the minibus from Antigua to Flores when it became apparent that a foul stench was emanating from a plastic bag on Steve’s lap. The British stiff upper lip trembled, and the ... read more

From Copan Ruinas in the Honduran foothills we were heading for Livingston on the Carribean coast of Guatemala. We were up at 5 to catch a local micro bus to the Honduras/Guatemala frontera. We swapped to a tourist van at the border, which we then exited at Rio Hondo, next catching a passing large bus which took us most of the way, then got off at a road corner and waited again in the searing heat to catch another public bus to Puerto Barrios. Before its final stop we leapt off at the closest street to the port and did a 20 min walk from there down a road with all our gear to finally reach the lanchas (boats). The public lancha waited until it was full of passengers, then we were all off to Livingston. ... read more

Gallon Jug to Livingston The same pilot flew us to Punta Gorda, Belize, turning a twelve hour bus ride into a 90 minute flight. She flew between cloud layers, average altitude of 3500’, and over paved roads “just in case.” Along the way she talked to other pilots about changing weather conditions and listened to other pilots chatter to each other so that we could fly around micro weather systems that normal airliners just plow through. One cloud bank was not so micro, too wide to fly around and too tall to fly over. We plunged into a squall, pitching and yawing, buffeted in almost total darkness, until one instant, through an invisible door, plopped into clear sky and still air. Luckily, we arrived at 10 am, just in time for 10:30 ferry. This border crossing ... read more

Die Sprachschule ist erstamlas vorbei. War echt ziemlich cool&lehrreich. Am vorletzten Tag in Xela, letzter Sprachschultag, haben wir Graduacion gehabt und haben zu diesen Anlass mit Lukas, einem Schweizer der auch in der Schule war, Kasnocken & Milchreis gemacht. Echt fein!!!!! Am Freitag haben wir dann zum Abschluss nochmals fuer unsere Familie gekocht....Schnitzel mit Petersil-Erdaepfel und Reis. Hab die Augen zugemacht beim Essen und mich gefuehlt wie Daheim.....traumhaftes Gaumenerlebnis ein Schnitzel in Guatemala. Am Abend sind wir dann mit unseren Schulkollegen nochmals weggegangen. Aber vorher ist Max noch was passiert. In einer Seitenstrasse wo gerade am Muellplatz ein Hundedinner war sind wir vorbeigegangen und einige Hunde haben sich anscheinend um ihre halben Tortillas betrogen gefuehlt und sind uns deshalb angefallen. In Max hat einer sogar in den Waden gebissen. Haben versu... read more

Z Placencii przedostalismy sie school busem do Punta Gorda a stamtad taksowka wodna (brzmi niezle, chlapie troche bardziej) do Livingston w Gwatemalii. ... read more