This terrible feeling!

Ok, so... in the past few weeks I have failed to catch up the Blog with stories of Nicaragua, Costa rica, Panama and then the final Hurrah On the Pacific coast of costa rica.

I have the saddest feeling in my stomach now as I pack for the long Journey Home... or is It home? It feels alot like I am leaving my home. When I arrive back to the Mac where this blog began, I feel that I will need to soothe my aching Heart in the form of finishing the Diary... so you will get to read the magnifecent stories of my past three weeks.
even the part about us getting arrested in Panama! "Watch this Space"

NO photos to post today as my USB seems to be dissagreeing!

I Do vow this... Tomorrow morning at 5 am, it will not be goodbye to Latin America, however Au revoir! As all this 8 weeks has shown me is just how much more there is to see, more spanish to be spoken, more Salsa to be danced and more Photos to be taken.

Next Trip Mexico And Guatemala Intensive!

I am going to miss so much the beautiful friends that I have made along the way.
Sol, Panama love ya girl
Sammy, Guatemala my guatemalan twin
David, Sydney See ya there
Eddie, Panama MI precioso amigo
Marco, Antigua My laundry rescuer
Fernando, Antigua the perfect coffee date
Fransisco, Cancun A real Charming Chap
Fransisco, Puebla Spanish tutor, slightly innapropriate groper

Milton, Mexico What can I say! I will miss my locito Mexicano Mogley forever... and Ill see you again!

Honduras,

Copan

This is where things start to slow down for a while, Copan is a beautiful town set amongst the rolling lush hills of Honduras. The main attraction here are the ruins of copan, which were closed due to protesting while I was there, oh well, Im kind of "ruined" anyway.

So I decided to take the first day here easy, I got some lunch in a beautiful garden cafe and strolled back up the steep streets to the hotel where I planned on climbing into a Hammock and starring over out over the lush jungle for a few hours.




This plan didn't quite work out, I came across four American lads drinking Tequilla on the roof top where the hammocks were... Im not quite sure what got into me that day, but somehow I ended up joining them, claiming that any Australian girl could drink the American lads under the table, a pretty funny thing for a girl like me to be thinking, considering I NEVER have more than two drinks. So we demolished the first bottle of Tequilla, whilst talking about Religion, New and Strange art movements, boys, girls and how do we think is the best way to catch dengue fever. AS YOU DO. Then all stumbled down the street to buy another, stopped and ate some Balliadas, the Honduran street food Cooked on a coal drum fire. mmm warm tortillas with Beans, cheese and a very special type of purple pickled onion.
The balliadas here no saviour though, I very quickly disintergrated, walking so crookedly back up the steep street, and drawing quite alot of attention. I ended up having to claim defeat and curl up on my bed, the room spinning! It was only 7pm.





Feeling a little precious, the next day ended up becoming my slow day, the Hammock was very Kind to me. I ate and read and snoozed but then decided in the afternoon to take a stroll up into the village with my Camera. As it does every afternoon in wet season here, the dark storm clouds rolled over very quickly, and the heavy rain started to pour down. It was a really nice experience, sheltering myself from the rain in the door ways of the locals casa's and tiendas. Them all smilling and laughing at how wet I was. Such friendly people. The Children Of Honduras are so so Beautiful.



Utila, Bay Islands, Carribean Sea

Ok. Until this point if you have been follwing my blog, you will know that, every place I visit has something I find incredibly beautiful.

Hmmm, Utila may be a different story. when you think of going to a Carribean Island, well I Dont even have to tell you what I was expecting beacause you already have it dancing around your head. If you are planning a carribean get away.. please dont go to Utila. Now, I am being a little Harsh, I have some very cool things to report from here.. the little very little things that I found!
Utila is a small island, with dive shops and restaurants lining both sides of its one narrow dirt road. It is swarming with Dogs and kids and it smells a bit.

The attraction for hundreds though is the reef and Islands that surround for exploring, We took a small boat out to isla Agua hired some snorkles and flippered our way around the coral spotting some really pretty fish and experiencing the way the water quickly changes from bath tub warm to freezing cold.

after many hours, as requested our boat returned to collect us, the weather had changed alot in the time we were out on the Island. The boat ride home was halarious, the waves were enourmous, our tiny boat threw us about on the wild sea everytime we would go up with a wave, we would cling so tightly to the sides, and wait for the massive forcefull spray of sharp salty water would smack into us. all eight of us in that boat were absolutely loosing it laughing, I think just because we didn't know what else to do. we were getting smashed in the stormy carribean sea, in a tiny wooden boat with absolutely no sign of a life jacket. something I am glad to have lived through.

Nights on the Island were interesting, restaurants and bars out over the water were crammed full of american college folk on dive vacations, all of them doing shots of vibrant liquors that I defiantely snob for the toxicity and oppt for a mojito instead,, I suppose very hypocritically. The bars were cool, you could sit out over the water, throw your head back listen to some very sexy latin and reggae Music while feeling the fresh carribean sea air on your face.
I was lucky enough... not! to be approached by a guy who claimed to be the island rappa! speaking to me in that Creole island speak that can hardly be understood, he decided to hang on to me all night, breaking occasionally into a new Rap.. Bad rap, Like " Im sitting here, having a beer" haha
He was telling me to watch out for his name in my newspaper, because once he goes to puerto rico he was going to make it Big time! good on him I say.

On Utilla, at night if you walk up the dark single road that leads to the centre of the island into the bush, here is where it gets fun.
Threr is a bar named Tree tanic, It is a huge sculpture in the jungle made completely of mosaic'd broken bottles that leads you through well lit mazes over high bridges to a Bar in the trees. Perfect!
A night at Tree Tanic is absolutely perfect walking out of the jungle towards the sea with a street Balliada and a frozen Choco Banano. mmm. especially with sweet thoughts of leaving in the morning.

ANTIGUA. Colour and Coffee.

Much to my Dissapointment I ended up losing a day. My plane to Guatemala City From Cancun was delayed half a day. So not only was I experiencing a broken Heart by leaving Mexico. I was doing it In cancun International! knowing that I could Still be on the Beach. What was funny was that My late flight on a very small plane was holding up a connecting one in flores A Big Full Plane too. When I eventually walked onto the Big plane in flores.. I had a massive crowd of Guatemalans Applauding Me!

This was actually, a little incouraging... Guatemalans seemed to be a softer people than the Mexicans.. and this excited me, as it meant that they may be a little more obliging when it comes to me taking thier Photograph.. something I had struggled with In mexico leaving me feeling as though I had a bunch of Empty Photos to bring Back to you all.

After catching what seemed like a very dodgy Shuttle from Guatemala City to Antigua it was Late saturday night, I was greeted at the Casa by the very Bubbly Antiguan, Karla... who Spoke spanish so fast, but in such an animated way that I knew every single thing that she was talking about. I took Myself off to bed, Exhausted, Lonely and unsure of what the next part of my journey would Bring.

The Next day I took myself and My camera out to breakfast... the walk to the Zocalo revealing some of the most amazing Colonial architecture with a back drop of two magnificent volcanoes. Beautiful!







Breakfast was in a Courtyard cafe, with a big fountain in the middle. Just the kind of place for me to chill out before a wander.

I whent to the Markets and Bargained myself a little piece of retail therapy to soothe my feelings for Mexico.. A beautiful quilt From Chichicastanango... so colourful and handmade. Heavy too.. oops not all that practical for carrying through the rest of Central America.

Afterwards, I sat in a cafe sipping on some fresh organic Central American Coffee, and here I met Fernando, we chatted in Spanglish for quite a while. Swapped email addresses and went seperate ways.

A few steps down the road while obviously appearing a bit lost looking for the laundry I had dropped my clothes of at that morning... I was rescued My Marco, who led me through the cobbled streets, waited for me and then walked me to the casa, which turned out to be right next to his casa. we too swapped emails. and I felt delighted by the Locals I was meeting. Especially them with the Beautiful Latin american tradition of always having the lady walk on the inside of the path. When I asked Marco about this.. he ever so charmingly said "Well, I have a mother you know" I will never forget Him saying this... The latin American men are oh so charming, and it is phrases like this that us girls into way too much trouble.

So long sweet Mexico...

ah.. the Carribean...Playa del Carmen.
The Mexican Byron Bay, as Soon as our packs were in our rooms.. the whole Gang of us headed straight to throw our Clammy travel Bodies into the Carribean Sea. It was so Warm and felt like silk.











We had Travelled the Whole Day from the Yacutan to get here.. with a Stop at the Chitchen itza Ruins, where most of us payed for a guide and Cruised through learning more about the Ancient Mayan Civilisations.. for me this was the First time I had bothered with the Guide.. and it was very worth it. I was very happy to learn that my birthday falls on a very Important day in the Mayan Calendar... Mayan equinox... a time that indicates for Harvesting.. when the sun alines perfectly with a beautiful central Pyramid and forms the Shadow of a snake all the way from the top to the bottom.

In the mid day Sticky Mexican heat, Ana maria and I still had the previous evenings Salsa lesson on our minds and decided to Dance it out in the car park of the Chitchen itza ruins.. attracting quite an amount of attention Including some locals videoing us. the best part was when Ana maria whent off to Do a big goofy aerobics oz style grapevine ans smacked her hand straight to the face of an american tourist and started apologising in evrey language she new how too while the 16 others of us laughed until we cried.

After our long swim In the Carribean Sea, we all ventured back to the hotel and dolled ourselves up for the last supper.

Dinner was great, right on the beach.. with Live drumming and fire dancing and massive cocktails.

I was trying to make myself excited to be getting on a plane to Antigua the next day, but the truth is, I was really sad about leaving Mexico, and all of my new Friends.

Ill see you again Mexico.
And more of you.

Waterfalls, Cenotes and a Dog fight!

Ok so here it is..
as promised I shall tell you all about the Jungle! in the Mexican region of Yucutan!

Its HOT!
So luckily the natural wonders of the area are the Cooling Waterfalls of Palenque and the Cenotes at Merida.
On our first night in Palenque, all 16 of us ended up around the pool of a neibouring hotel, then eating on the balcony of ours. It gets a little mad here!.. firstly Anna-maria, David and I found a particular breed of mexican break dancing bee! thats right, they were spinning on thier backs on our balcony tiles, in a way that I can´t describe any other way than as break dancing, and yes Palenque is the kind of no-where town that has you entertained by insects of an evening in the heat!
But don´t worry, as soon as the break dancing bees lost their appeal something really crazy happened. An Incredibly viscious dog fight broke out in the street, between two dogs on their evening walk with a lady owner, and a big dog with a man.
It was horrible it was as though they were fighting to the death! the poor lady could do nothing to get the big dog from malling her two... we all stood there not knowing what to do. Not David, the crazy man ended up running down with a towel smacking it at the big dog, I ran out close behind to try and get him out of there knowing that he had had no travel shots, Milton close behind me to try and get him out too! it looked as though one of the dogs had died, the poor lady devastated, it turns out her dog was just playing dead. David returned with a blood soaked towel and the new name of Dog whisperer!
that was our excitement for that evening.

The palenque waterfalls

So beautifull.
I have no photos of these, as I decided to have a camera free day and enjoy the falls.
We all swam against powerfull currents to dive underneath jungle waterfalls. We saw Howler Monkeys having a seista in the trees after thier Dessayuno (breakfast). also did a cave walk deep into a cave behind a large waterfall and had Bats poo on us. Do you tink it is good luck?

The last Waterfall that we stopped at on that day was a huge very tourist group of pools and falls, with ropes to swing off and restaurants, there were dogs everywhere and Kids selling Mango and Bananas from the Baskets on their heads. The mexican children I will always remember for their keen sales tactics and persistence.

A local guy at the waterfall Impressed us with his high dives and stunts into a very heavy flowing pool at the bottom of a fall. The loco muchacho was wearing his very heavy jeans and loved showing off for us... no surprises David decided to try and match his stunts, as you can imagine he ended up with a very grazed Pompitas (bum).

The next day we visited the Palenque Mayan ruins. So Impressive to see in real life.
the most Interesting part for me was hearing of the Queens tomb being uncovered reavealing that a servant girl and young child had been trapped in their while they were tending to her grave, and therefore died.
In the evening we went to a jungle restaurant and were entertained my drummers and fire dancers. SO VERY JUNGLE!

MERIDA
Ah, let me tell you of the Beautiful Cenotes. One of the Highlights of my entire trip.
These are Underground freshwater Springs, you get to them behind horses that pull a cart on a track. I can´t remember what these are called, it was a nice experience to travel this way through the jungle, with Butterflies dancing around and seeing local communities of mud houses with not more than a few hammocks hanging inside.

The cenotes are amazing, you carefully make your way down a ladder or some steps, under the rocky earth to find massive Aqua pools, so deep and so refreshing.
with massive roots of trees hanging down to the water, and the only light coming in from the holes in the earth above.
Little Chicken me even Jumped off a high platform into one a few times!

when the perfect day was ending we boarded some Mayan motor, like a tuc tuc peddled my Mexicans, back to our transport.

well, thats about all I can handle of this stinking hot internet cafe.

next update will be gloomy... the Carribean! Playa Carmen... the last stop in my first love...MEXICO!

Upon rereading this, fixing my key board dislexia I realise... I left something so cool out! Our last evening in Merida Milton took us to this great little Salsa Studio for lessons.. It ws Hot and muggy, the rain was pouring outside we had an absolute Ball.. the georgous Instructor taught us some really cool steps, and did the whole thing in Spanish.. leaving the words.. and rythm un dos tres, cinco seis siete in our minds for the days to follow. I wish I had more days in Merida to learn more of this amazing saucy dance.

´´IM A GRINGO, IM A GRINGO´´

Ok just a quick one. Will be running back to catch my bus any minute now!!

But I have to tell you...
The other day I was on a 14 hr chicken bus journey form Comayagua-Honduras to Granada-Nicaragua, thats 6 different crammed crazy colourful ex american school busses with people yelling and Latin music blarring. myself and two locals to one tiny Seat. backpack strapped on top! LUUUUXXURY!

So about bus station number 4, which is just a dirt square in a town.
I jumped off the bus and headed straight to make sure my pack was headed in the right direction... I couldn´t see it anywhere.. getting a little worried, my eyes scan the place rapidly, they stop to see a local boy with my massive Pack strapped on twirling around and shouting ´´Im A gringo Im A Gringo!´´. HAHA



I managed to get a shot of him, but long after my pack was safetly (what is safetly in these parts) strapped on top of the next bus.

love to all.. Im off to isla Omepete lago de Nicaragua, where I will be staying in a hut on the lake. Just me a hammock and long hours of catching this blog up!

I Left My Heart In Mexico

Ok Ok penalty to me for Irregular posting.. Its just that I have finally wiped away the tears after Leaving Mexico... I fell So in love with the place that I never wanted to be tucked away on the Internet for more than a quick second to let home know that I am still alive.

so... I was in Oaxaca last wasn't I? Oaxaca... my first love! Im pretty sure I haven't even mentioned the magical night in the rain in Oaxaca on here yet. We were ambitiously out for a full night of salsa dancing in Oaxaca, when the heavens opened up forcing us to Dash into the first bar on the agender. I have to apologise, I am no lonely planet author, I don't know a single name or address for any establishment.. this place was very cool, All of the waiters were dressed as a different character.. ie Batman, a clown, zoro etc.. and the decor was kind of a very very cool Mexican Surrealism, the live music was excellent too. We enjoyed a few mojitos and some Mexi snacks with the greater group before myself and the fore mentioned favourites decided to head to something a bit more.. dancing wild. or so we thought... the Mexican night sky had another plan for our evening.

As we moved towards the new club the Rain got Stronger and Stronger.. It was bucketing down so badly that three of the gang got into a cab bound for the hotel.. But not Anna-maria, Milton and myself, we had adventure in our spirits. we ended up running through the shiney wet streets with the Shreiking Oaxaca Locals. It was so Beautiful, Running from shelter to shelter in the colonial cobble stone streets, rivers of water taking away my Thongs and me having to chase after thm before they would be lost to an ancient drain forever. We were so so wet! It must have been 40 mins that we ran in the rain before arriving at the doorway to a club that had the sweet sounds of salsa spilling onto the soggy street. We laughed at how drowned the three of us were but decided to go in and Salsa the night Away... and We did, until the lights came on. After Anna-maria and I had each had our fair amount of dance requests form the local Boys and poor Milton had had a local boy squeeze his Pompitos (bum). hehe

The Next Day after a late start.. I spent some time With Milton over some Pizza and Mango- Chilli ice cream, and then Headed out into Oaxaca with My camera... I found Myself in the Zacolo shooting some pretty Interesting Politcal Protesting... A local man saw me taking an interest and lead me through the Streets to a gallery which was exhibiting Photographs of Oaxaca's very interesting political Culture, he In broken English was able to guide me to understanding the corruption in the area. and why the beautiful people of Oaxaca are so Passionate.
Unfortunately I had to cut my time with him short as I had an overnight bus to San Cristobal de las casas to catch and I was very Lost. Probably the scariest thing I have encountered so far was running Through Oaxaca in the Heat with my camera and Visions of missing my ride. I made It.




San Cristobal De Las Casas

Wow, there is so much to write about this town.
By day it is the Beautiful Highland town bustling with colourful Street markets, Architecture and full of the local Indigenous people of San Juan Chamula (which I will tell you more about later)
By night though It was the best place I have ever partied.. some how some of the Coolest people on this planet came out of there hidding places to cram into a very very cool bar with an equally as cool live Reggae band Playing. We danced our Pombitos's... or caulitos as the guatemalans say, off all night.. and once again the Fore mentioned Favoutrites Milton and myself ended up in a rather Large Salsa Club till the Wee Hours. ah so so much fun, and by this point my Salsa is becoming A little more worth mentioning.



San Juan Chamula
The next morning we headed off for a full day, starting with a canyon ride through the jungle. It as incredible to Feel the wind on my face and water spray. We saw Howler Monkeys and hundreds of baby Alligators.

Then It was off to the amazing Town of San Juan Chamula, there are no photos of this place because local lore prevents anyone from photographing, they have very strong customs here especially inside of the town Cathedral where we were able to spend an hour observing devout prayers and Shamans with colourful lit candles each colour for a different request from the Saints. They also cover the floor in Pine needles and burn incredibly strong incenses. Other traditions involve the breaking of a chickens neck or egg to determine certain healings or the skulling of Coke or Pepsi in order to burp up evil spirits.
We were very lucky also to be there to witness the town procession through the Cathedral there, were many of them all moving through chanting and playing loud musical instruments and carrying Heavy boxes with the newly laundered clothing for the Saints. So beautiful.
We did however somehow upset one of the town authorities who tried very Hard to take Milton off to Jail... Im glad right Now for Miltons incredibly Calm Diplomatic reasoning skills or we wouldn't have had a guide to the Carribean.

After this we visited another similar town, I had another go with Making Carpets in a seated loom... this time I wasn't such a natural. We tasteds the delicous fresh local fare,, very very fresh corn tortillas made on the fire in front of us.. yumm.





have to leave the internet cafe, ill update on Palenque and Merida in the Jungle next time I get a chance.