Crossing the border from Mexico to Guatemala was an experience! The plan on arriving in San Cristobal was book a bus to the border and work it out from there. After the ease of traveling around Mexico I guess I didn't figure that the border town in Guatemala wouldn't have a ticket office or information at the bus station, luckily a chicken bus was about to leave when we arrived, without a clear destination or even a clear understanding of the destination of the bus we embarked on a journey that would cover 160km in 6hrs on two buses to arrive at 10pm at a bus 'station' (i.e just a bunch of buses parked just outside town) as we disembarked the bus one of the four schechy men turned the overhead lights off, we asked ... read more

When in Mexico, you do as the Mexican's do, that's tequila shots, when in Belize do as the Beliazian's do, that's beer thirty and rum o'clock. After a short taxi ride from our lake paradise we arrived in Chetemal, Mexico's border town with Belize, we brought a very expensive ferry ticket over to Caye Caulker 65US, then hung around as you do at borders joining different queues and answering funny questions. Luckily we had emails with our flight break down showing Mexican taxes paid, many people who book though and agent don't have this and then have to pay £15 to exit Mexico, top tip keep that breakdown safe! The crossing to San Pedro is two hours of probably the bumpiest boat journey I have ever been on, it's a small boat and we were riding ... read more

"Not all those who wander are lost" After around 15 days Kate has just waved us a final goodbye at Tulum bus station, she flys home to London tomorrow & we're on our way south, first stop Bacalar. Although we've been away for over two weeks it somehow feels like this is where it begins. Our second class non AC bus is way more what I'm used to, I can't help thinking about Tessa's story, the fear on the bus drivers face. A lot of travellers are discussing the tension in Mexico at the moment. It's crazy but I feel safe, the gangs don't want to damage tourism so it sort of makes us safe. I sometimes can't believe how lucky I am to have been born in England, I mean we have opportunity, education, jobs ... read more

I woke up on my 25th birthday and cried, hard wet tears. I cried because I miss him, I cried because I’m lost, and I cried because my heart and soul are in pain. I woke up on the 2nd of January and after promising myself after the 31st morning cry then the afternoon cry I would not cry again, I cried, because a new year does not heal pain. Only you can heal pain. I began to search for something, I need to make a change, work is suffocating me and love is breaking my world in two… what I found was a ticket to Mexico, could I finally do the central America trip I’d always wanted to? After returning from my last trip, I knew there were many places I still wanted to ... read more

13th jan 2013 It's such an amazing feeling. To be excited. To be really looking forward to the year ahead, to your life ahead. This is probably the only time I've been away and felt happy that I was going home, I mean I have 2 more weeks the time in the ashram, something I've been looking forward to since I last visited in 2010 but after that I will be back in London. Back to start my new full time contacted job, to start looking for my own place, to find a good salsa and yoga class, to appreciate the insane opportunities London has to offer. Since I last wrote I've been distressing! I woke up on New Year's Eve to a lovely morning birthday breakfast from Tamzin Demant! :) I then surreally went to ... read more