Spent a couple of days wandering around the ruins of Tikal. [View Full Entry]

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Wow.. what else can I say?! Today some friends from school and I visited this tiny town called Zunil, home of the smoking, drinking deity of miracles - also known as San Semon. You have to ask the locals where San Semon resides - currently it´s a tiny house filled with candles and flowers. San Semon resembles a cowboy in an electric chair, complete with vest and cowboy hat, sunglasses, a hankerchief covering his mouth, red gloves and an american flag over his shoulders. It´s completely laughable, but apparently we shouldn´t have.... From what I can gather, San Semon is a [View Full Entry]

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Hoi allemaal, ik vond het weer tijd voor mijn update! Dit keer zal ik niet weer zo'n triest verhaal schrijven. Het gaat goed met me, ondanks dat er hier rare dingen blijven gebeuren, heb ik mijn weg hier aardig gevonden. Ik woon inmiddels in een soort hostel. Ik heb een kleine kamer waar een bed in staat en een klein kastje waar ik mijn kleren een beetje op kwijt kan. Ik heb geen ramen, maar ach alles went. In het hostel hebben we een gezamenlijke keuken en een gezamenlijke tuin waar wat tafels en stoelen staan, prima vertoefen hier! In het [View Full Entry]

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A visit to the old Spanish Fort. [View Full Entry]

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Etter en lang dag i Palenque startet vi turen mot Guatemala tidlig neste dag. Forste del gikk greit, med en ny (men ukomfortabel) minibuss. Deretter var det en halvtime med elvebaat for vi naadde Guatemala. Der ble vi loset over i en serdeles daarlig minibuss som ble fylt til randen. Etter mye om og men pluss en del svindelforsok kom vi oss endelig til El Remate, rett ved Tikal, og fikk oss en hyggelig bungallow der. Tilbrakte hele neste dag i Tikal, som ogsaa er en gammel Mayaby. Tikal er mye storre enn Palenque, saa det ble veldig mye gaaing. I [View Full Entry]

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Hola amigos!! Hope this finds everyone doing well. I haven´t written in a bit, mostly cause I´ve been so busy!! Who would have thought - in Guatemala? After a week and a half here, it´s starting to feel like home. It´s so strange! I run into people I know on the streets... it really is a small world. So much has happened and I don´t want to bore you with a play-by-play, so here are the highlights.... I´m hoping to add photos soon. Love and hugs to all!! - I´m remembering and learning a lot of Spanish in classes and otherwise... [View Full Entry]

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After spending Monday recovering from dragging ourselves up and down the volcano, we set off yesterday morning for the Biotopo de Quetzal. A hair-raising two hours careening around corners on the best paved road in Guatemala had us on the outskirts of Guate city, where we had to disembark for reasons of an urgent biological nature. So noon found us standing by the side of the highway in the scorching sun trying to get one of the endless stream of buses to stop and take us the rest of the way into the center. Eventually, some kind bus driver took pity [View Full Entry]

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We had a wonderful time sailing from Rio Dulce out to the reefs of Belize. The food was great, weather on the reefs perfect, made some lifelong friends, snorkeled endlessly, does it have to end? [View Full Entry]

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Ah Monday, day of rest for the dynamic duo. And a rest well deserved. The weekend was spent trekking up the highest volcano in Central America, Volcan Tajumulco, whose summit is 4220 metres above sea level. We took the trip with a tour group called Quetzaltrekkers, a little outfit run by volunteers right out of the Casa Argentina where we've shacked up. Most of the money they make goes to funding an organization that helps street kids in Guatemala. And wouldn't you know it, one of our guides was Quebecois! Food and camping equipment was split up amongst the 28 people [View Full Entry]

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Last night, in the middle of the night, I woke up in the tent , headache gone, and needing to pee. Disengaging from my sleeping bag, I emerged into fresh cool moonlight and walked through sparse trees to the edge of the plateau where we had camped. Standing there, the lights of the village spread out in the valley below me, stars shining clear and bright above me, the misery of the previous day drained out of me. Despite the relatively extreme cold (3-4 degrees celsius, perhaps) it was only reluctantly that I returned to our tent. Some hours later, at [View Full Entry]

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