Wednesday, March 26, 2008

A Week In El Salvador


Arty, USA
Convicted of: False Information, Excess Fatigue

Frescalada Ensalada, USA
Convicted of: Looking far too interested

McClintock, USA
Convicted of: Public Indecency, Sarcasim


Clinton´s Guitarra, Guatemala
Convicted of: Noise Violation


Self Titled, USA
Convicted of: Ruining our trip


Dan Harris, New Zealand
Convicted of: Lude and rigid body movements, Excess use of ¨Eh?¨

Laguna Verde, El Salvador: The team at it´s prime

The Salvadorians took us in with open arms, despite our racial handicap. They are a warm hearted and helpful bunch. In Guatemala, we found ourselves a Kiwi named Dan. He proved himself useful even though we couldn´t always understand him. After a few weeks we convinced him to greet Brett at the airport for us. Brett emerged from his flight and complied with our transient Kiwi with surprising ease.
We spent only a few nights in San Salvador and visited Laguna Verde, the town with the highest elevation in El Salvador. After hitching a ride down the hill we left Dan on the roadside and sped off towards the Pacific coast to El Tunco. The Beach boasted black sands and warm water, it was beautiful.
Yesterday we took a bus back to San Salvador and from there a bus to La Entrada. From La Entrada we thought we could scrounge together a ride to Copan Ruinas, which is nestled right next to the Copan Mayan Ruins. While en route, on a Hounduran mountain top, in the wind and rain, at night, our bus failed to enter a gear and rolled backwards and crunched into a semi truck. We sat for an hour while Hondurans and Salvadorians worked together to redirect traffic. Our guide book whispered to us ¨Something must have gone wrong if you´re spending the night in La Entrada...¨ Sure enough, we got a hotel in La Entrada.
Today we arrived in Copan Ruinas, Honduras and tomorrow we plan to visit the ruins.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

On the Road again......Soon.

Our week of school is out, now it's time for summer vacation. We said our goodbyes to San Pedro and our family and once again set our sails to Guatemala City . The city welcomed us with open arms, full of smog and shotguns. Now safe in the oasis know as Amy and Matt's apartment. Here we hide until Wednesday, cleaning our clothes and planning the decent into the unknown El Salvador.


It was a heart warming goodbye from San Pedro



Tuesday, March 11, 2008



Custom signs for Earth Lodge


Antigua


Clinton in Guatemalan prison


Clinton: Jenga Fatality

Friday, March 7, 2008

Dinner for 20, and a couple weeks of dirty laundry...



Postre Posse


Head Chef Ari, and fellow baker, Pan Man Dan



Our Salad Sous

The Handwashing Experience


Mitch enslaved to his dirty underpants as

Clinton practices his juggling techniques.

It's a tough life .








Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Earth Lodge Adventures

Sunburns, High Altitude Hikes, and Temples.....
Chocolate, Vanilla, Strawberry

Mixco Viejo Ruins

Clinton preparing to be sacrificed

Quetzales, Quetzales, Quetzales
Home, Sweet Home
Bunk, Sweet Bunk

Night Vision



9 mile Trek
Our stay at Earth Lodge continues. We'll most likely be here until Saturday, then it's off to work (Spanish School). We've remained fairly active lately. For the past few days we've been hiking around the hostel and seeing the sights that are to be sought. Today we went to more Mayan ruins called Mixco Viejo. They aren't quite as big as Tikal but still impressive.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Nestled In The Hills



Yellowhouse
Pacaya


Rope swing at Earth Lodge

View from Earth Lodge




Antigua treated us well, we ended up staying at a hostel there called Yellowhouse for two nights. We now reside at a hostel called Earth Lodge which sits in the hills above Antigua on a avacado farm. It's probably the most comfortable and hospitable place we've come across so far. The view is amazing, the people and employees are welcoming and the food is incredible. Instead of heading to Lake Atitlan for Spanish School we may be staying here for a few more days.


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