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In travel, as in art, as in life, it is the small details that etch themselves into your heart and mind. The simple things are the ones that create a smile that radiates from inside all the way to my uplifted face that is staring at the sky thanking the heavens for dear sweet life. That is the feeling of Antigua. I swear I woke up with a smile on my face this morning, completely fascinated by the warmth of my blanket and the quiet of the dawn. The crisp cool air was a sensation I haven't experienced in a while, and it made me reminisce on falling leaves of various shades of orange and red, of apple orchards, down comforters, Norah Jones tunes, and wearing sweaters. This golden morning just got better and better as ... read more
Mayan textiles
Old horse drawn cart
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Alcazar de Diego Colon. Ojo, yo no soy el sanki que sale en la foto. Jean Berger www.hostpupil.com... read more


Grupos de hermanos de la ICPD en Adrian Tropical. La pasamos super ! Jean Berger www.hostpupil.com... read more


We left Guatemala today, after a trying day yesterday wandering around Guatemala City picking up my passport, trying to get my plane ticket replaced, and getting a special stamp in my new passport to confirm that I was in fact in Guatemala legally. I just wanted to leave you with a few parting thoughts about Guatemala, in no particular order and not at all related. Ten years ago, Guatemala ended its thirty-year civil war. That means that everyone you meet here between the ages of 15 and 45 grew up in an environment that threatened, and frequently erupted in, violence that remains practically unimaginable to us. This holds particularly true for the Mayan communities of the Altiplano, where a large number of massacres were perpetrated by the military (and occasionally by the guerillas) and entire towns ... read more


I pet my first sloth, J of Rockin Js happened to be clearing up some brush when the little thing fell out of a tree a good 30 feet. I had been up on the Tree house at the time writing in my journal. I unfortunately have no photos of it just video you can see it when I get home. So J and another worker carried it in on a large branch, so that the wild dogs would leave it alone. After release on the tree in the center of reception we had a chance to carefully pet and snap a few photos (amidst warnings of Please don’t use the flash these animals are nocturnal, flash cameras fired away.) within 10 mins the sloth had climbed the entire reception area roof and was back in ... read more
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Today is the start of my third week in Samara, a little beach village in the Nicoya Peninsula on the Pacific Coast. We got here during Semana Santa, the week that everyone from the city goes to the coast. Our daily routine consisted of going to the beach during the day and going to the bar in the evening. There is one clothes shop here, two mini markets, two bars and one nightclub, so there's not a whole lot more to do. After 2 days we knew most of the people in the town, so by now we're pretty much locals (well, sort of) We've been snorkelling out by Isla Chora where there's a nice reef. One morning we went kayaking which was very relaxing, until my friend Rachel got caught by a wave and ended ... read more
the "30 guaros night"
The 3 Muskechicas


A little difficulty getting to and staying at the Guatemala's most famous Mayan ruins made finally seeing them that much more rewarding. As I said in my previous entry, after the splendour of Semuc Chempey, the town of El Remate on the Lago Peten Itza was a bit of a let down. I'm not sure if it was just because it was the low season for tourism and the place looked like a ghost town, or whether we just had high expectations due to all the hype we had heard from other travellers. The Hostal El Mirador admittedly had a wonderful view. We were close to a cerro (nature reserve) and there were some decent restaurants. Somehow the place lacked enthusiasm or soul. Either way we decided to stay in Tikal for the second night. We ... read more


Four days on Jewel Key turned into a week, and still I'm finding it hard to pull myself away. There are three restaurants and a couple of general stores. Every house sits on stilts, just above the water. The people rarely wear shoes and speak this sing-song English that's almost impossible to understand. There's a tiny white church and the "knowledge square," where the men sit around and talk the day away. The week was filled with loads of sunshine, ocean breezes, baleadas for breakfast and fish burgers for lunch, plenty of Salva Vida and some of the best people I've met on this trip. And then there was the diving - I'm officially PADI certified! I wouldn't have done it any other way. The diving went smoothly and was absolutely gorgeous, after a minor near-death ... read more


Over the course of the last couple nights, I was befriended by one of the longer term gringo inhabitants of Lago de Atitlan. We'll call him Joe. I think Joe liked me primarily because I was able to go head to head with him and not fall down, resulting in a couple of expensive nights and a couple of rough mornings. Nevertheless, as the Dirty Willies flowed (Dirty Willies - rum and ginger ale, known elsewhere as Quebec Libres), Joe told me a bit about himself and a few of the odder denizens of this navel of the world. Among the more sinister aspects of the lake of which he informed me, the revelation that there were many mercenaries and/or assassins living there surprised me. Perhaps it shouldn't have, Central America being the home of American ... read more


Jeezze, its been to long my friends! Im having a wonderful time being a dirty hippy at the farm. I work and sweat and paint and talk about mushrooms and pot, take showers only when I want, sleep in hammocks, light nag champa and sage all day and live the fucking good life. Thats what it is, for real. A little carmel colored baby goat has adopted me as his mom or girlfriend. Ive been painting a mandala (a Buddhist prayer wheel) on the inside of the new goat/sheep pen and my little man talks to me all day long! Semana Santa (holy week, the week of Easter) was insane. Over 20 volunteers there for the weekend, so comunal dinner on friday night was outa this world. We did a celebration of the full moon, and ... read more




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