tirsdag 19. februar 2013
Backpacking, wohoo!
So, I've finally started on the main part of my trip; the backpacking. I've been moving around for about a week now, and so far, it's been awesome.
As mentioned, I took the shuttle from Antigua at 4am, so I was very tired when I got to Copan eight hours or so later. When I got there I met up with Dan, one of my friends from San Pedro. I spent a couple of days in town checking out the local Maya ruins and walking in this banana plantation. It was a nice place, but it was obvious that I wasn't in Guatemala anymore. Whereas all of the guatemalans I've met have been very friendly, the people in copan seemed less so. The locals sat at every corner dressed in their jeans, cowboy hats and cowboy boots staring g at you while fiddling their big machetes. They weren't hostile, but I've never felt less welcome in my entire life. Thus it was not with a heavy heart I left Copan.
Next stop was Rio Dulce back in Guatemala. I didn't want to pay a lot of money for a private shuttle, so I decided to go local style. It was a bit frustrating when all of the four people I talked with told me that I had go take different routes. After a while I got sick of it all, so I just took a bus to the border and improvised Three buses, four hours and five dollars later I was in Rio Dulce, not far from the Caribbean coast. The journey went fine, and for a couple of hours I even got to sit next to the driver. This turned out to be a mixed blessing though. When you ride shotgun, you have the best seat in the vehicle, but that also meant that I had front row seat to when our small bus overtook a large bus in a steep, upwards curve with a large 18-wheeler bearing down on us from the other direction. It wouldn't have helped much with airbag and a seatbelt if we had crashed, and that's probably the reason why we didn't have any in the first place.
The name "Rio Dulce" actually means "sweet river", and sweet it was. My hostel was right by the river, so every morning I had breakfast at the riverside. That wasn't too bad. However,the localization was the main reason why I stayed there. The dorms were kind of crappy, and the beds were hard, but I guess you get what you pay for, and for 30Quetzales , 3.5usd pr night, I guess I can't complain. But the hard beds only made it better when we made it to Finca Paraiso, a place on the river with hot waterfalls. It was epic laying on hot rocks with hot water cascading down on your back. The sad thing is that my backpack got in a small pond, so my kindle is now dead. R.I. P.
After a couple of days in Rio Dulce I took the bus to Semuc Champey with Lydia and James, this British couple I met at the Finca. For those of you who don't know, Semuc Champey is this beautiful natural park in the middle of nowhere. After an extremely bumpy ride we arrived at our hostel, beaten and sore after spending g 30mins holding on for or lives in the back of a pickup.
The main attraction in Semuc Champey is a series of pools and pond in the river. The water is crystal clear, and the place itself is amazing. In adittion, there's a big cave nearby. I went on this candle light tour which was pretty cool. We swam around in the cave, climbed up waterfalls, traversed deep pits and stuff. The bottom was riddled with razor sharp stones though, so I lleft with cuts and bruises on my feet and knees. Still worth it.
Now I've made my way up to Flores, a small village on this island in the middle of a lake. The main attraction in the area is the ancient Maya city of Tikal, one of the largest ever built. So tomorrow I will embark on a three day hike through the jungless, and on Friday, we will end up n Tikal. To say it like the cool people would; this shit gon' be live, yo!
So long!
As always, the pictures are a bit mixed and clumped together, but from the upper left, they are as following;
1: the stairway at Copan. The longest inscription in central america with more than 2000 signs.
2: The Makaw (aka parrot) the national bird of Honduras
3The hostel in Rio Dulce
4:Pitstop on our way to Semuc Champey
5:Caveswimming
6&7: The pools at Semuc
8: The river
9: Chillin' in Copan
10: A four faced Mayan god. Creepy bastard.
As mentioned, I took the shuttle from Antigua at 4am, so I was very tired when I got to Copan eight hours or so later. When I got there I met up with Dan, one of my friends from San Pedro. I spent a couple of days in town checking out the local Maya ruins and walking in this banana plantation. It was a nice place, but it was obvious that I wasn't in Guatemala anymore. Whereas all of the guatemalans I've met have been very friendly, the people in copan seemed less so. The locals sat at every corner dressed in their jeans, cowboy hats and cowboy boots staring g at you while fiddling their big machetes. They weren't hostile, but I've never felt less welcome in my entire life. Thus it was not with a heavy heart I left Copan.
Next stop was Rio Dulce back in Guatemala. I didn't want to pay a lot of money for a private shuttle, so I decided to go local style. It was a bit frustrating when all of the four people I talked with told me that I had go take different routes. After a while I got sick of it all, so I just took a bus to the border and improvised Three buses, four hours and five dollars later I was in Rio Dulce, not far from the Caribbean coast. The journey went fine, and for a couple of hours I even got to sit next to the driver. This turned out to be a mixed blessing though. When you ride shotgun, you have the best seat in the vehicle, but that also meant that I had front row seat to when our small bus overtook a large bus in a steep, upwards curve with a large 18-wheeler bearing down on us from the other direction. It wouldn't have helped much with airbag and a seatbelt if we had crashed, and that's probably the reason why we didn't have any in the first place.
The name "Rio Dulce" actually means "sweet river", and sweet it was. My hostel was right by the river, so every morning I had breakfast at the riverside. That wasn't too bad. However,the localization was the main reason why I stayed there. The dorms were kind of crappy, and the beds were hard, but I guess you get what you pay for, and for 30Quetzales , 3.5usd pr night, I guess I can't complain. But the hard beds only made it better when we made it to Finca Paraiso, a place on the river with hot waterfalls. It was epic laying on hot rocks with hot water cascading down on your back. The sad thing is that my backpack got in a small pond, so my kindle is now dead. R.I. P.
After a couple of days in Rio Dulce I took the bus to Semuc Champey with Lydia and James, this British couple I met at the Finca. For those of you who don't know, Semuc Champey is this beautiful natural park in the middle of nowhere. After an extremely bumpy ride we arrived at our hostel, beaten and sore after spending g 30mins holding on for or lives in the back of a pickup.
The main attraction in Semuc Champey is a series of pools and pond in the river. The water is crystal clear, and the place itself is amazing. In adittion, there's a big cave nearby. I went on this candle light tour which was pretty cool. We swam around in the cave, climbed up waterfalls, traversed deep pits and stuff. The bottom was riddled with razor sharp stones though, so I lleft with cuts and bruises on my feet and knees. Still worth it.
Now I've made my way up to Flores, a small village on this island in the middle of a lake. The main attraction in the area is the ancient Maya city of Tikal, one of the largest ever built. So tomorrow I will embark on a three day hike through the jungless, and on Friday, we will end up n Tikal. To say it like the cool people would; this shit gon' be live, yo!
So long!
As always, the pictures are a bit mixed and clumped together, but from the upper left, they are as following;
1: the stairway at Copan. The longest inscription in central america with more than 2000 signs.
2: The Makaw (aka parrot) the national bird of Honduras
3The hostel in Rio Dulce
4:Pitstop on our way to Semuc Champey
5:Caveswimming
6&7: The pools at Semuc
8: The river
9: Chillin' in Copan
10: A four faced Mayan god. Creepy bastard.
lørdag 9. februar 2013
Adios Antigua!
This is my last day here in Antigua and it´s kinda sad really. Its a nice place, and hopefully I´ll be able to come back, one day.
When I first got to Antigua and the school, I was surprised to see how many people who attended, and how many young people there were. Turns out that all the young ones were in the same group, a group of US college students on a trip with they teacher. They were really nice, so it kinda sucked that they left two days later... After that there really havent been that many people under 50yrs there. There has been some, of course, but not that many. Not that I mind talking to adults, but its just so different with people more or less your own age. You just dont hang out with a 65 year old married couple on a saturday night...
This week there´s been a lot of stuff going on though. On monday a bunch of new people started, and amongst them were this American family with a couple of sons in their twenties, as well as a couple of girls from England and Oregon. Thus we had our own little gang, the five of us. We´ve been walking around town, sightseeing and just chilling. But now everybody (including me) is leaving so no more. I usually hate saying goodbye to people, but during this first month I´ve gotten quite a bit of practice. Well, as we say in Norway (I can´t remember the English saying) "aldri saa galt at det ikke er godt for noe"
During my time here I´ve gotten quite a lot of questions, so I´d thought Id share a couple of the most common ones here;
1 - the whole safety-situation. Many people are conserned with my safety (which I am very gratefull for), because they have heard so many bad things about Guatemala. Guatemala have a lot more crime than Norway, but its not that bad, especially not here in Antigua. This town is dependent on tourism, so the city has taken its precautions. There city is crawling with tourist police as well as normal (armed) police. Not crawling in a bad way, but they have a solid presence, day and night. In addittion there´s a lot of banks and jewellery stores here, and all of them have their own armed guards. The house I live in is protected by a 5cm thick steel reinforced wooden gate locked by locks, two metal bars, a chain and a wooden beam. Better safe than sorry. It´s still possible to get into trouble, but as long as you dont walk home alone at night whilst being super drunk you should be fine. The risk of being swindeled or mugged is always present though.
2: Food. Traditional Guatemalan food is kind of like traditional farmers-food all over the world. There are a lot of stews and soups with vegetables and some meat. Every meal is served with rice and tortillas to make it more filling. The food is spicy, but very, very good. My host mom here, Margarita, is a good cook, and she varies a bit by making international dishes as well. Breakfast is often egg and beans or crepes and fruit salad (they have delicious fruit here), so its a big step forward from the sandwiches back home. Except for the frijoles, the black beans. Im not too fond of them, really.
I could have written much more, but then nobody would want to read the whole thing, so Ill continue with the FAQs later.
To wrap up; Im now done in Antigua, and it has been awesome! I´m still not fluent in Spanish, but I´m much better than before. Same goes for the salsa, wuhuu.
I leave for Copan, Honduras tomorrow morning, and the plan is to stay there for a couple of days before heading for Flores in northern Guatemala.
I have a lot of pictures, but the internet connection here is sooooooooooooooo slow, and I dont have time to upload atm. They will come later.
Adios!
When I first got to Antigua and the school, I was surprised to see how many people who attended, and how many young people there were. Turns out that all the young ones were in the same group, a group of US college students on a trip with they teacher. They were really nice, so it kinda sucked that they left two days later... After that there really havent been that many people under 50yrs there. There has been some, of course, but not that many. Not that I mind talking to adults, but its just so different with people more or less your own age. You just dont hang out with a 65 year old married couple on a saturday night...
This week there´s been a lot of stuff going on though. On monday a bunch of new people started, and amongst them were this American family with a couple of sons in their twenties, as well as a couple of girls from England and Oregon. Thus we had our own little gang, the five of us. We´ve been walking around town, sightseeing and just chilling. But now everybody (including me) is leaving so no more. I usually hate saying goodbye to people, but during this first month I´ve gotten quite a bit of practice. Well, as we say in Norway (I can´t remember the English saying) "aldri saa galt at det ikke er godt for noe"
During my time here I´ve gotten quite a lot of questions, so I´d thought Id share a couple of the most common ones here;
1 - the whole safety-situation. Many people are conserned with my safety (which I am very gratefull for), because they have heard so many bad things about Guatemala. Guatemala have a lot more crime than Norway, but its not that bad, especially not here in Antigua. This town is dependent on tourism, so the city has taken its precautions. There city is crawling with tourist police as well as normal (armed) police. Not crawling in a bad way, but they have a solid presence, day and night. In addittion there´s a lot of banks and jewellery stores here, and all of them have their own armed guards. The house I live in is protected by a 5cm thick steel reinforced wooden gate locked by locks, two metal bars, a chain and a wooden beam. Better safe than sorry. It´s still possible to get into trouble, but as long as you dont walk home alone at night whilst being super drunk you should be fine. The risk of being swindeled or mugged is always present though.
2: Food. Traditional Guatemalan food is kind of like traditional farmers-food all over the world. There are a lot of stews and soups with vegetables and some meat. Every meal is served with rice and tortillas to make it more filling. The food is spicy, but very, very good. My host mom here, Margarita, is a good cook, and she varies a bit by making international dishes as well. Breakfast is often egg and beans or crepes and fruit salad (they have delicious fruit here), so its a big step forward from the sandwiches back home. Except for the frijoles, the black beans. Im not too fond of them, really.
I could have written much more, but then nobody would want to read the whole thing, so Ill continue with the FAQs later.
To wrap up; Im now done in Antigua, and it has been awesome! I´m still not fluent in Spanish, but I´m much better than before. Same goes for the salsa, wuhuu.
I leave for Copan, Honduras tomorrow morning, and the plan is to stay there for a couple of days before heading for Flores in northern Guatemala.
I have a lot of pictures, but the internet connection here is sooooooooooooooo slow, and I dont have time to upload atm. They will come later.
Adios!
torsdag 7. februar 2013
San Pedro
Another blogpost uploaded a bit late, but hey, better late than never :)
Last weekend I got on a bus to San Pedro, a small town by nearby Lake Atitlan. I got one half of a double room for only 40Q per night, 10USD for the entire weekend. Not too bad.
San Pedro is popular with people wanting to learn spanish, so Friday night I bumped into a group of people from one of these schools. They were really nice, so I spent the rest of the night and weekend with them.
On Saturday, we took this launcha (a small ferry) to San Marcos, another village by the lake. The day was spent swimming, sunbathing - basically having fun. Later we went to this local playground and tried to find our Zen (inner peace). This might sound totally random, but San Marcos is overrun by people attending meditation schools and people trying to find themselves, so we just thought we´d join in. Our quest were interrupted by some local kids though, so we went from meditation to a waterfight. Fun, but very tiring, because the kids HAD to go piggy-back on us. At least we got our daily exercise.
I had to go back to Antigua on Sunday, and that was a bit sad. San Pedro was a nice place, and if you´re ever in the area, you should stop by! (Unless you have something against hippies or Israelis - for some reason the place is full of them. In that case, go to San Marcos instead) The lake didn´t want me to leave as planned though - our minibus had to wait for a couple of hours due to construction work. Kind of lame, but at least I got to eat an icecream and enjoy the view. Back in Antigua I just had dinner with a couple of people I met on the bus ride home, before I went to bed.
Monday another week began, and there has has always been stuff going on. More on that later.
Ciao!
Happy-time
Kees and Josh
Finding our zen in San Marcos
"Creepy Uncle" Dan. One US Dan = Five Guatemalan kids
Im not very good with names, so I give you (from left to right); Australia, California, Israel and Norway
Last weekend I got on a bus to San Pedro, a small town by nearby Lake Atitlan. I got one half of a double room for only 40Q per night, 10USD for the entire weekend. Not too bad.
San Pedro is popular with people wanting to learn spanish, so Friday night I bumped into a group of people from one of these schools. They were really nice, so I spent the rest of the night and weekend with them.
On Saturday, we took this launcha (a small ferry) to San Marcos, another village by the lake. The day was spent swimming, sunbathing - basically having fun. Later we went to this local playground and tried to find our Zen (inner peace). This might sound totally random, but San Marcos is overrun by people attending meditation schools and people trying to find themselves, so we just thought we´d join in. Our quest were interrupted by some local kids though, so we went from meditation to a waterfight. Fun, but very tiring, because the kids HAD to go piggy-back on us. At least we got our daily exercise.
I had to go back to Antigua on Sunday, and that was a bit sad. San Pedro was a nice place, and if you´re ever in the area, you should stop by! (Unless you have something against hippies or Israelis - for some reason the place is full of them. In that case, go to San Marcos instead) The lake didn´t want me to leave as planned though - our minibus had to wait for a couple of hours due to construction work. Kind of lame, but at least I got to eat an icecream and enjoy the view. Back in Antigua I just had dinner with a couple of people I met on the bus ride home, before I went to bed.
Monday another week began, and there has has always been stuff going on. More on that later.
Ciao!
Happy-time
Kees and Josh
Finding our zen in San Marcos
"Creepy Uncle" Dan. One US Dan = Five Guatemalan kids
Im not very good with names, so I give you (from left to right); Australia, California, Israel and Norway
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