"You didn´t miss the death of Osama Bin Laden did you?"
We find ourselves in Granada, after having just exited the isolated island of Ometepe, where no, there is no internet and yes, we may have missed out on a few things. However lets start at the beginning.
After leaving Tonala we made our way to Leon, where we spent Semana Santa. The weeks activities included, volcano boarding, riding down a 50 degree volcano on a precarious wooden sledge, yet another activtity that would not be permitted in Britain. We elicited a certain amount of food envy as we were finally able to cook our own meals after a couple of weeks of eating rice and beans 3 times a day. We visited what is supposedly Central Americas best art gallery, attended our very first beach party and painted our volcano boarding instructor´s wall after he discovered our mural painting skills. For Semana Santa the "Leonistas" create a walkway of brightly coloured sawdust carpets, which they then proceed to stamp over in a procession, carrying religious floats that are followed by a massive generator that keep the fairylights alive. And, of course, we relaxed in hammocks, read and engaged in many a card game with our new Dutch, American and Canadian companions.
Our next stop was San Juan del Sur, where we learnt to surf with our Brazilian instructor Alfredo, who pronounced every word beginning with an "S" with an "E"... "esurfing". He is reknowned for being a brilliant teacher, and we both stood up many a time, if thats what you wanted to know. Also got stung by a jellyfish, very glad we didn´t know they were there before we got in.
From San Juan we moved to Isla de Ometepe, an island formed by 2 volcanoes in the middle of Lago de Nicaragua. We stayed in a hostel on an organic eco finca, slept the first night in hammocks, and then migrated uphill to a rustic cabin. Undoubtedly this would have been paradise had it not been filled with uptight and antisocial hippies , who sat around making friendship bracelets all day and got irate everytime we asked them to borrow "fuego para cocinar". We were also joined by our Dutch ally Marieka who we met in San Juan del Sur and Colin from the US who entertained us with stories from his teaching time in South Korea. We climbed our 3rd volcano, Volcan Madera, which took us in total a full 8.5 hours, definitely the hardest by far, but was so rewarding we treated ourselves to a comedor meal afterwards, including absolutely everything they could offer us on the menu.
In Granada we are back in real beds, under a bugless roof, with no ants to attack us ferociously. We visited a crumbling, derelict but photogenic hospital yesterday, where not many tourists find themselves. Just our cup of tea.
If we leave it this long again I´m sure we will have plenty more stories to fill you in on,
Hasta leugo.
Thursday, 5 May 2011
Blog 7 15/04/11
Mural is complete and we are about to set off to the school for the last time for "elevenzies" with the teachers. Its a shame we are leaving tomorrow as we have settled into our way of life here and we seem to have made another home on this sie of the world.
Went to Chinandega yesterday to buy gifts for the family and the teachers. Bus journey back competes for the worst yet, balancing a boxless cake, defiantly trying to protect it from the perils of the knees and elbows of the overcrowded bus. Hopefully our journey to Leon tomorrow won´t be quite so dramatic.
We are going to miss the family dearly, are contemplating stealing 6 year old Franvir to keepus entertained on the rest of our travels.
Adios Tonala.
Went to Chinandega yesterday to buy gifts for the family and the teachers. Bus journey back competes for the worst yet, balancing a boxless cake, defiantly trying to protect it from the perils of the knees and elbows of the overcrowded bus. Hopefully our journey to Leon tomorrow won´t be quite so dramatic.
We are going to miss the family dearly, are contemplating stealing 6 year old Franvir to keepus entertained on the rest of our travels.
Adios Tonala.
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
Blog 6- I think- 12/04/11
Well, mural is looking colourful as ever. We spent the weekend working on the array of animals, deciding on pop art Julian Opie eyes for childlike effect. Despite being out of school hours, we were still forever surrounded by curious children. One of which tried to charm us into sparing some red, for him to paint his bicycle. On Monday, the children indulged in painting the grand yellow school bus and the pond. Quick coverage of the wall, hands, clothes and each other´s faces was easily achieved. Mural suddenly came together. Looking forward to finishing in the next couple of days and finally being able to answer the cries of ´¿Ya terminado?´ with a ´Si!´ to children and teachers alike.
Still undecided about where to spend the famed Semana Santa. Thinking of heading to Leon for a couple of days at least. Looking forward to an ice cold Nicaraguan beer on arrival. Y e s P l e a s e.
Hasta Luego!
Still undecided about where to spend the famed Semana Santa. Thinking of heading to Leon for a couple of days at least. Looking forward to an ice cold Nicaraguan beer on arrival. Y e s P l e a s e.
Hasta Luego!
Saturday, 9 April 2011
Blog 5 09/04/11
A couple of days afetr our last post, mural work has begun. After buying our materials in Chinandega, with the invaluable help of lovely Francisco, Wednesday was spent preparing the wall. Slightly more manic than we would have hoped, and a couple of days later now, we have not ceased to be the community´s entertainment. To finalize our design, we enlisted the help of pretty much the whole school, who drew us numerous enchanting scenes for us to base our ideas on. This is possibly the only time we will ever be able to guiltlessly get away with directly copying childrens drawings, particularly the endearing "brocolli trees". Yesterday we finished mappping out our final design on the wall and commenced painting our "grana" green, with the help of the kids, slightly less hectically this time.
Aside from the mural, life is good. We spend our our afternoons retreating from the sweltering heat under the shade of the mango tree in the garden, occaisonally alarmed as they come crashing down, making their presence very much felt.
Elsewhere, village life proves itself to be somewhat extraordinary. We were lying in bed early one evening, when the sound of a motorbike continued past the point when it should have either stopped, or receeded into the distance. Next thing we know, an unknown man has entered our bedroom, with what can only ne described as a large smoke thrower. The rest of the family were in tow, encouraging us to leave, before we were suffocated by the fumes "por los mosquitos". We ran out of the house and were greeted by the alarming scene of tons of smoke without fire, before realising what all the fuss was about and we were therefore the subject of amusement for the family, for a good day or so.
We are sure we will have more dramas to report in a couple of days,
Adios chicos.
Aside from the mural, life is good. We spend our our afternoons retreating from the sweltering heat under the shade of the mango tree in the garden, occaisonally alarmed as they come crashing down, making their presence very much felt.
Elsewhere, village life proves itself to be somewhat extraordinary. We were lying in bed early one evening, when the sound of a motorbike continued past the point when it should have either stopped, or receeded into the distance. Next thing we know, an unknown man has entered our bedroom, with what can only ne described as a large smoke thrower. The rest of the family were in tow, encouraging us to leave, before we were suffocated by the fumes "por los mosquitos". We ran out of the house and were greeted by the alarming scene of tons of smoke without fire, before realising what all the fuss was about and we were therefore the subject of amusement for the family, for a good day or so.
We are sure we will have more dramas to report in a couple of days,
Adios chicos.
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
Blog 4, 04/04/11
After a thirteen hour journey on Saturday, we are finally in Northern Nicaragua in a tiny village called Tonala, where we will be staying for the next two weeks to paint a mural at the local school. Staying with a family, the father, Francisco, and the mother, Virginia are both teachers at the local secondary school nearby. There are no other travellers here, so we seem to be the talk of the town. Combined with this, after visiting our school to be earlier, we have gained a host of Nicaraguan children who appear to follow us wherever we go. As do teh swarm of mosquitos. We are told we have hit the only 15 days a year where mosquitos are thriving, unlucky is an understatement. Aside from this, and the overbearing heat, we are ready to crack on with the mural. The teachers and children alike at ´La Escuela San Francisco´ have been very welcoming, and we engaged in teaching a hectic Geography lesson this morning.
We are off to Chinandiga tomorrow, to buy our materials with the money we raised back in Bristol with the help pf our friends and family. We have been given the theme of Él Medio Ambiente´, Environment, to keep in mind. Looking forward to brainstorming ideas with the kids and finally getting started!
We are off to Chinandiga tomorrow, to buy our materials with the money we raised back in Bristol with the help pf our friends and family. We have been given the theme of Él Medio Ambiente´, Environment, to keep in mind. Looking forward to brainstorming ideas with the kids and finally getting started!
Friday, 1 April 2011
Blog 3 01/04
Back in Antigua for the last time, on the brink of moving on to Nicaragua early tomorrow morning to commence our mural project in Puerto Morazan. Thought we would get in one last post before the second leg or our journey begins.
From Lanquin, we headed to Rio Dulce with Scott, a fellow volunteer from "El Retiro". We spent a few days hanging out with various Canadians , making mango and avocado salads, visiting hot and cold springs, going on boat trips to the Caribbean locations and cramming into hot, sweaty buses.
We arrived back in Antigua on Sunday to be greeted by some new and some familiar facs. After a couple of days we were back at our old family homestay. We are soaking in the good food and incredible comfort, before we are are thrown into humid and most likely uncomfortable, boiling Nicaragua.
We also experienced our first volcano climb here, Pacaya. We felt like we were on the moon. Definitely an experience to repeat sometime in the near future, and proved the walking boots indispensible.
It is shame we have come to the end of Guatemala, we are going to miss it dearly, but there are new places to explore and new people to meet.
Adios Amigos
From Lanquin, we headed to Rio Dulce with Scott, a fellow volunteer from "El Retiro". We spent a few days hanging out with various Canadians , making mango and avocado salads, visiting hot and cold springs, going on boat trips to the Caribbean locations and cramming into hot, sweaty buses.
We arrived back in Antigua on Sunday to be greeted by some new and some familiar facs. After a couple of days we were back at our old family homestay. We are soaking in the good food and incredible comfort, before we are are thrown into humid and most likely uncomfortable, boiling Nicaragua.
We also experienced our first volcano climb here, Pacaya. We felt like we were on the moon. Definitely an experience to repeat sometime in the near future, and proved the walking boots indispensible.
It is shame we have come to the end of Guatemala, we are going to miss it dearly, but there are new places to explore and new people to meet.
Adios Amigos
Friday, 25 March 2011
Blog 2 20/03
We´ve been here for a month now, a lot has happened since we last blogged. After staying by the lake we moved to another lakeside location, Flores, in the North and this time the water was such that you could actually swim. After a hot and sticky twelve hour journey, we arrived at hostel ´Los Amigos´ where our Antigua friends were staying, much to our surprise. We spent the next few days swimming, eating and drinking together, with a few others we met along the way. As the week drew to a close we bused up to Tikal, the ancient Mayan ruins and climbed many a step to experience epic views of the rainforest, from small ledges at the top. A feat that definitely wouldn´t be possible by British health and safety standards.
On Monday we travelled South to Lanquin, where the beautiful waterfalls of Semuc Champey are situated, again we encountered previous people we had met along the way. Currently we are volunteering in ´El Retiro´ hostel, for our food and board, cheap drinks and tours are also thrown in. Again we occupy ourselves eating, drinking, swimming in the river, perfecting card games, scrabble skills and casually hearding poultry into each other´s rooms, to much amusement. Also feeding a certain Canadian marmite, to his intense dissatisfaction.
Yesterday we finally got round to exploring the caves and waterfalls of Semuc Champey, made all the more romantic by the soul source of light being candles, which we held, climbing through cracks and crevices. Slightly impractical when surrounded by gushing water. We then ventured to the Jurassic Park-like jungle and pools. Howler monkeys sound a lot like dinosaurs.
Yet another week has passed, and it´s time to move onwards and Eastwards to Rio Dulce. Tonight, our last night will probably be filled with more drinking, dancing and frolicking.
Hasta la vista baby.
On Monday we travelled South to Lanquin, where the beautiful waterfalls of Semuc Champey are situated, again we encountered previous people we had met along the way. Currently we are volunteering in ´El Retiro´ hostel, for our food and board, cheap drinks and tours are also thrown in. Again we occupy ourselves eating, drinking, swimming in the river, perfecting card games, scrabble skills and casually hearding poultry into each other´s rooms, to much amusement. Also feeding a certain Canadian marmite, to his intense dissatisfaction.
Yesterday we finally got round to exploring the caves and waterfalls of Semuc Champey, made all the more romantic by the soul source of light being candles, which we held, climbing through cracks and crevices. Slightly impractical when surrounded by gushing water. We then ventured to the Jurassic Park-like jungle and pools. Howler monkeys sound a lot like dinosaurs.
Yet another week has passed, and it´s time to move onwards and Eastwards to Rio Dulce. Tonight, our last night will probably be filled with more drinking, dancing and frolicking.
Pen-knife coming in handy in Flores
Watermelon in zoo
A dip in the lake
Tikal
Locals
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