Snorkel me timbers

So after a brief hiatus from the blogging world, we decided to make one last post before we headed back to civilization. At roughly quadruple the cost of an hour of internet compared to Guatemala, this may be shorter as I'm trying to play beat the clock.

So we made our way to Flores a couple of days ago...I don't know the rum haze makes days in the sun sorta fly by and become slightly muddled. It was a pretty uneventful trip here, except for nearly missing our passports getting stamped. You basically get dropped off by a bus and then have to walk your bags across a bridge to the other side of the border. It was more than a little confusing as nobody tells you what to do, but they expect you to have the right stamps. Bastards! Anyways, talk about culture shock, try to going straight to english and about two steps up the ladder out of poverty than what you've been in the last two weeks. We quickly adjusted though, except for the part about everybody not being nearly as friendly in Belize as Guatemala, mostly the travelers not the locals, and getting used to everything being at least double the cost. But we made our way out to Caye Caulker, our little beach town that could, and have spent the last few days chilling out maxing. Tommy still was fighting the hershey revenge trail for the first couple of days here, but it appears that things have finally settled down. All it took was a Belikin (the local Belizian beer), after a few days of Gatorade and cracker subsistence to get the boy right.

The highlight of the trip has got to be the Raggamuffin tour snorkling tour we did. Three amazing dive spots, tons of fish and crazy corral, a booze cruise on the sailboat trip back, jamming reggae and eating fresh conch cerviche. It was tailor made awesome. I got to pet a nurse shark and a couple of pretty big sting rays. I also came face to face with this giant green moray eel. I imagined it bitting my face off, but luckily it went back into its hole. We have no pictures, and I can't even begin to describe the awesomeness, cornucopia of colors, or sheer terror, but it was well worth the trip, if you ever make it down this way. Other than that, we've just been taking our fair share of sun in, eating barracuda, lobster, and crab like kings, and drinking 1 barrel which is such and amazingly awesome tasting rum for the cost of about 7.50 a bottle. It's nearly cheaper than drinking water.

Tomorrow we have to go home, and the shock will probably be just as bad as heading into Guatemala city at night, but for now, lets drink some more one barrel, enjoy the sunshine and "go slow man",

Later,
Alan

P.s. Tommy's pictures are as follows.

Hi all,

I'm flying home tomorrow but got time to get on the internet beforehand and upload rest of the pics from guatamala.

Sorry, but not everything is rotated properly, I forgot.

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2015956&l=02ee2&id=122802302
and
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2015957&l=5d844&id=122802302

Temple photos

Hey folks,

Here is the link for the latest photos. I should get Tommy to post his tomorrow if possible.

http://nd.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2118545&l=285db&id=5609966

Meeting the Myans

So we didn't actually meet the Mayans, as much as sat on top of Temple 4 as the sunrose and the howler monkeys did their teritorial grunting, and the mists began to burn off the jungle as the other main temples campe into view. The guide called it a meditative place..."meditative" only begins to put in the words the feeling. Talk about huge temples, it was overall pretty impressive, even after enduring waking up at 3 in the morning and enduring the pounding rain and mosquitos that attempted to thrawrt our path. We also got to see most of the park before any other guests were there, which made going with the tour well worth the money and effort. The tour was lacking itself in substance, but I think I've been spoiled, getting first hand archeology tours from the archeoligists that actually dug them in Jordan. Hearing, pretty wild conjecture at points about things, left one wanting for at least a few facts and figures. Other than that...Flores is everything we hoped it could be. A friendly, cheap little town built on an island in the middle of a lake! It's actually pretty beautiful, but you want to see mas linda y bonita....head to Semuc Champay, where we spent the prior three days lounging about at El Retiro in Lanquin

El Retiro is a cross between paradise and heaven, all at a cost slightly less than a premium car wash. We were only going to spend a day there to check out the pools, but ended up much longer as we got sucked into a fantasy world that you might never want to leave. First off, we've stayed at some pretty sweet spots, and some much sweeter spots, and El Retiro is like the double chocolate coated syrup laffy taffy, of backpacker hangouts. We had a huge first class bus all to ourselves one the way with only one other dude, Jonny, our friendly Brit from our ride to San Pedro and our one night at Trippy's. Jonny is a hilarious kid, using a variety of english phrases, like "right fit" and "wicked" amongst a miard of others. His penchant for "drum base" which is not trance mind you, added a lot to the parties later in the evenings. So after a bus all to ourselves we found ourselves checked into a gorgeous bungalow overlooking a river, and walking into happy hour. All for about 5 dollars a night. Our early drinking, and my fast twitch drinking muscles, led to a pretty early night, and the next morning we were off to the best day in my estimation of the trip so far.

We headed eagerly awaited Semuc Champay like children on Christmas morning. And as we climbed in the back of a Toyata pick up truck with about 16 other backpackers, and held on to whatever was available, our enthusiasm could not be curbed. 45 bone rattling minutes later, we found ourselves at the entrance to the Grutas (caves). The funniest part of the day was the guide telling us in english. "the most important thing to remember in the caves is...." followed by rapid fire spanish and quiche that nobody understood a word of. To get the adrenaline up, cause the caves are kinda cold, you start with a robe swing into the river. It was pretty fun, with the most entertaining parts being watching people flirt with disaster almost get caught up in the rope. A short walk up the hillside and to the entrance of the cave, the guide hands out candles, yes candles, for a wet, windy, watery cave tour. A few of us had head lamps, but the majority were stuck holding these meager candles in their hands like swords waiting to battle the darkness. 5 minutes in half of them blew out, and it was a constant battle to keep the things lit, as teams of protective light holders frantically tried to relight those of their newest friends and coleagues. I was secretly thinking how cool I was to half my head lamp, when all of a sudden ten minutes in the bulb burned out and I found my new best friend being a long haired Isreali dude with a candle that must have been made of Kerosene the way it refused to go out. It was a surreal experience, seeing a bunch of lit candles swimming in the darkness of a cave, peoples dimly lit faces, laughing and giggling either with fear or enjoment depending upon how close their only source of orientation was to being extinguished. A climb up a waterfall, and then a return trip out, we made it back safe and sound, although Tommy took some big hits in the cave stepping from about a foot of water to something over his head! A little almuerzo and we made our way to the entrance to the park. On the way passing over an 8 m bridge over the river that of course begged to be jumped off of. After my camera blew the first picture, Tommy was able to at least get something passable on the second jump. I on the other hand got his pretty well on his first jump, so as not to subject him a second time to the suck your gut up fear as you perch yourself 24 plus feet over the edge of a swift brown river. At last we made our may to Semuc Champay. Only thing that express the beauty are the pictures. It was absolutely jaw dropping. Reminded me a ton of pictures from Havasu falls, except in a jungle. Nothing really eventful, except a girl falling and twisting her ankle and knee horribly on the way down from the overlook. 90 percent of the stuff we did on this day, you could never have done in America because of liability issues, and the injury turned out to be a bit of reason for the safety concern, as she fell on these ridiculously steep stairs. Luckily the Isreali guys were here heroes and carried her out, while a med student that happened to be in the group, pretty much said it was minor.

The next day was spent just lounging and enjoying life, after being dead beat from the previous days activities. In the afternoon we went tubing which was absolutely fun, until this really cute Isreali girl ended up getting snagged on a strainer about 5 minutes from the pullout. I was in the back, and didn't realize how serious it was until the Aussie girl in front of me turns with this look of horror as she speeds past and yells "help her!". So I frantically guide my tube towards the strainer also, and grab the tree she is caught on. Instantly, I'm thrown out of my tube, but I end up getting this dress thing she was wearing over her swimsuit, untangled, and she spurted free. I then end up spending the better part of 100 m thrashing after my tube and escaped sandals. It sounds much more exciting than it really was, as the dress she was wearing hopefully would have torn before she drowned, but she seemed very appreciative, and when we got to the pull out ran up and gave me the biggest a hug, which might have turned into a great moment or something if not for the fact that two seconds later the same Aussie girl who missed helping her in the first place, yelled, "hey your tube is escaping". She ran into me later in the night at the Halloween party, but as usual, I have no game, and my inability to understand her accent led to nothing. (every isreali i hear, I swear to God they say "Iceland" when they say "Isreal")

The story should end there folks, but sadly it doesn't. Sadly you say, well that night we experienced our first casualty of the trip in terms of health. I awoke at like one in the morning to somebody puking off the side of our bungalow, and thinking it was the drunk brits, went back to sleep. An hour later Tommy came back in, grabbed a blanket, and spent the rest of the night sitting in the hammock and crapping his brains out. The victim of what we think was some bad food, let's just say the 8 hour trip to Flores was the stuff of nightmares for him, as he was forced to share his bowels with some of the seediest toilets in backwater gas stations and bus stops that you could imagine. Luckily he appears to be feeling better today, and he can get copacetic before we head to Belize City tomorrow.

So here's to good times and temples, blowing it with cute foreigners, cool blue pools, and Tommy getting healthy and feeling better!

Later skaters,
Alan