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Central America Caribbean » Aruba April 3rd 2005

Aruba. Town of Savaneta. This was the first capital of this desert island I affectionately refer to as the rock. The island is a rock, a wierd combination of brittle granite and worn coral and sand. There are tall cactus and scrub brush like the American West but also divi trees blown to the west by the reliable trade winds that brought Europeans here (and to the rest of this side of the world) all those years ago. Savaneta would be considered a small town somewhere in the United States. There are no buildings taller than a couple of stories. There are small groceries, a couple of gas stations, a bank branch, and a bunch of lottery shacks. In terms of commercial enterprise, you'll find a bakery, an auto parts store, a strip of retail outlets ... read more


Well Today I{m off to travel through central america for a Time I managed to capture this photo in quepos showing my quote of the trip, 'Check it out How are your good times' I'll explain later for those not in the know.... read more


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Caving in Semuc Chempey with nothing but a little flame to guide us We left Lanquin somewhere around 9h00am and got to the little hostal Santa Maria (the only one in Semuc Chempey) around 10h30. We could have just toured the pools till somewhere around two and taken the shuttle back to El Retiro, but we had been told that the Santa Maria offered a caving tour at 3h00pm that was not to be missed. Chris loves caving even more than I do, so we couldn't pass this up. We walked the fifteen minutes to national parc they've put up to preserve this natural wonder in the sweltering heat. There are two rivers that flow together here. One coming from overland and one that's underground. The two have formed a series of natural limestone pools that ... read more


Went to see Maximon today. Actually, I've encountered him at least once before, near San Cristobal, Mexico. Turns out, the Maya of the village of Santiago de Atitlan, who worship Maximon (or San Simon, when giving lip service to the Catholic church), came to the area from Mexico. They are, however, not to be confused with the Maya in Santa Clara, on the other side of the lake, where we are staying, who speak a completely different language and came to the area at a different time. Nor are either to be confused with the Maya of San Marcos or San Pedro, each speaking their own language and with their own historical traditions as well. How on earth people living just kilometers from one another have maintained completely seperate languages through the years I don't know. ... read more
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As we drive through the dusty little streets of Lanquin the shuttle driver asked us whether we were on our way to El Retiro, the hostal we were planning on staying at. We smiled and nodded sheepishly knowing what predictable gringos we were. Dropped at the top of the small hill we made our way towards the thatch-covered roof of the main building. The place was a series of small wood bungalows some with private porches and hammocks everywhere. On our way down the small path we passed horses and roosters that roamed free on the ground. The place overlooked a green river that reminded me of something out of the Crocodile Dundee movies. On the opposite bank cows and sheep grazed. In short, the place was perfect. We dumped our bags and were shown to ... read more


Hola Amigos or gas...time to dust off my Spanish 101 Well, we booked the tix! I leave tomorrow for the big T.O. We're bringing some school supplies and other things we take for granted here in Canada based on some website recommendations, I hope we're not taking this stuff in vain. Tiory is sooo excited, I however feel a little disconnected, I'm not sure why, it just doesn't feel like it's going to actually happen...I'll keep my fingers crossed. Let's see, I've packed sunscreen, bug juice, a first aid kit, underwater disposable cameras, my digital camera, extra toiletries, 2 hats, 2 no 3 pairs of shoes, a duffle bag of school supplies, 3 no 4 pairs of sunglasses, 3 swimsuits, 2 cover-ups...hhmm, I wonder if I have room for any clothes? Ah, books! I almost forgot ... read more


This will probably be the last entry from Panama. We leave on Thrusday 31st to head back for Costa Rica. We have had some lovely days - trips out with Claudio, the owner of Hotel Angela where we are staying. We were supposed to do a trip on the Catamaran and had it booked for Monday. But when we arrived they told us the boat was booked out by a group of Outreach kids. So we were OK with than and re-arranged the trip for today (Tuesday). But this morning it was raining very heavily and when we got to the Catamaran office the girl told us the trip was cancelled. Well, needless to say we were a bit annoyed. We were asking for our deposit back and the girl got annoyed with us for being ... read more


Lago de Atitlan is considered a very sacred and spiritual place by the Maya people, so I am told. In fact, they consider it "the navel of the world." This of course makes it one of four or five "navels of the world" I have visited or heard tell of, and I have no doubt that there are as many more as there are ancient indigenous cultures, making the world a many-naveled thing, and conjuring images of countless umbilici waving like tentacles into the reaches of space. Nonetheless, there is no denying the spectacular setting the lake provides, nor, for lack of a better term, the positive energy that seems to envelop the place. Stretching perhaps 10-15 kilometers from east to west, and seven or so from north to south at its widest point, the lake ... read more
Under the Volcano
Over the lake


Coban is a beautiful city. Old colonial houses, a national parc (?!) and a small finca right in the centre of town which is surrounded by lush, rolling green hills and countryside. But something was off about Coban. Somewhere along the line it missed the mark. The place was a business centre for exporters of coffee, cacao and cardamom so noisy trucks seemed to rumble through the town from dawn till midnight. The local were "latino, not Guatemalan" was the way Chris put it. The affluence meant more Americanisation, cell phones clipped to belt loops and pounding dance tunes coming from car stereos and so many hotels. Not my bag. There were very few gringos, usually nice, but a bad sign in a place like this. It was really a getaway spot for Guate City's upper ... read more




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