Everything can't be perfect all the time I suppose. The risk in eating street food is that you never know how old it is, how long its gone without being refrigerated or how and where it's made. Although I love love love it, I'll now think twice before I bite into a street empanada.
I have Salmonella poisoning. If you've never had it, I hope you never have to experience anything of the sorts. It's nasty and painful. 2-3 more days to go with my symptoms and then the doctor said I should be in the clear. Cross your fingers for me!
Marten and Karin. A couple from the Netherlands. Biking from Alaska to South America.
Everyday I meet people on their own trips, traveling for their own reasons. After meeting this couple I've committed myself to taking a bike trip of my own someday. I asked them how long they trained before they started in Alaska, Karin just laughed and said she didn't. They just got on their bikes and left.
14,000 km later and they're here in Mexico. Cheers to you two and best of luck.
Here's their blog if you need a little personal inspiration.
Today was a book day. It didn't have a choice. My brain was in need of good words. You know the feeling.
I found that and MORE at La Pared, an amazing bookstore (for backpackers...guide books, English words and a friendly helpful face) where I lost myself.
Walked out happily with a new 'to read' list and 2 new books. I've started one. You may know it. Gabriel Garcia' Marquez's 'Hundred years of Solitude.'
The list:
-Umberto Eco 'The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana,' & 'Baudolino'
-Ivan Klima ' The Ultimate Intimacy'
-Diego Rivera (to learn everything I can about this man) They had a great book on his art. (pictured)
-Barbara Kingsolver 'La Lacuna'
If you get to San Cristobal delasCasas in Mexico and are in need, craving for a decent book and not something that you found on a lost shelf, in a hostel, that may have been written by someone lacking needed skills, then treat yourself. La Pared is two/three blocks south of the main park on the pedestrian street of Hidalgo.
And while you're there, ask what's happening in the city, they've got a grip on what's happening that needs to be seen.
Be filthy rich but everyday, unexpectedly a random guy will run up to you and slap in the face you with a wet fish. EVERYDAY. RANDOMLY. UNEXPECTEDLY. RICH
Another day. Another set of ruins. Palenque ruins are great. Different than Tikal but totally worth a visit and walk around. The museum added a nice touch of information before we walked around. Little Maya history never hurt anyone!
Wanting to save a few hundred bucks while trekking without someone else telling you what to do? This is how to do it:
Line up supplies for the trip:
Water is needed but the camps have it. El Tintal and El Mirador workers can sell or trade water with you.
Food for 4-5 days. Bowl. Pan. Spoon. Knife. Etc.
Rain gear.
Tent/hammock. Gets hot and humid in dry season, hammock with mosquito net would be great.
Mosquito spray.
Toilet paper.
Sandals for when you're done hiking.
Tang or something to dilute taste of unknown water.
Water purifying agents.
Dry/extra clothes. Something to keep them dry as well.
Resealable bags. Ants are everywhere.
Blanket. Hot during the day. Cold in the middle of the night.
Good shoes. Duct tape/band aids for blisters.
Something for chaffing.
After your supplies is gathered, lock your unneeded travel gear in a locker in Flores and give a note about emergency contacts to someone working at a hostel. Then, go to the Santa Elena bus terminal and ask for buses to Carmelito. Suggest going a day ahead to get an idea of what you're dealing with. They usually leave at 5am and 1:30/2p.m. daily. But remember, this is Guatemala, nothings certain!
The trail is less than 200 meters from the soccer pitch in Carmelita, back down the road you came on. Ask a local for which one goes to El Tintal. You'll see a sign in less than 1 kilometer that will say El Mirador. See blog: Hiking El Mirador for photo. From here you can't get lost. The paths veer off but meet up again. We followed the jeep tracks all the way to the old gum camp, walked straight through and made it no problem to El Tintal.
Should take between 4-5.5 hours to get to El Tintal. Depending on your bag weight/break times. Its roughly 25 kilometers there.
From El Tintal to El Mirador its a 6-8 hr hike. In total from Carmelita to El Mirador it's 63 kilometers.
The trail is easily visible. The first leg to El Tintal is a jeep path. From El Tintal to El Mirador, there's only one way to go!
The reason people think they need tour groups is because the locals make it seem super dangerous, jaguars, mud, trails, etc. But we met others doing the same, as we hiked it alone. Also, many of the people we met up with that were in tour groups were very angry after it rained because all of their stuff was soaked and they paid for 'good equipment.' We asked a guide once what a name of a temple was and he replied 'pyramid,' so the guides aren't archeologists that can answer questions, if that's what you're looking for. The tours are there so you can go with people you might not know, so you can have a mule carry your stuff and so you can ride a tick-infested mule when your feet hurt.
Try it without a guide, they Mayan's did. I'm not accountable for anything that happens out there, it's the jungle, but it's do-able if you're prepared.
P.S When you see the El Mirador sign that marks the entrance to the site, you'll see temples behind. Go in them. They're awesome! Enjoy.
When someone suggested hiking El Mirador without a guided tour I sprung up like a spring chicken. I hadn't heard of anyone going guideless. El Mirador is an archeological site in the middle of the jungle in Guatemala, just a rough 30 kilometers from the Mexico border.
To get there is another story. Not something you can do by jumping off the bus and landing at the entrance, there's no road for vehicles. It's a 2 day 63 kilometer hike in and then, 63 kilometer return. A hike through the jungle. With the elements of heat, humidity, rain and animals. Here's my story.
After a few days of planning, lining up food, scrounging for supplies, we lock our stuff in the hostel locker, leave a note with emergency contacts behind incase we don't return (we had no idea what to expect) and set off to the bus station. First task, get bus from Flores to Carmelita. Small, small pueblo 3-4 hours north of Flores by bus. Wish it was easy enough to go and ask one person about a bus but since it was Sunday the entire terminal had no idea.
Lesson number 1: do not trust the Guatemalan instinct. They throw us every curve ball and we're ready to leave or take a taxi for 500Q, thinking no bus today and come back tomorrow. My hiking friend takes off to check the other market bus terminal while I watch the bags. Twenty minutes into the wait and the money man from the Camelita bus comes running in screaming 'Carmela Carmela, Carmelita.' I jump. HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN? Taking the risk of finding my friend in the other market, I drag the bags on the bus, explain the situation to the bus in fast, broken Spanish and we take off. As soon as we set a tire close to the market, money man and I take off running in search for my friend. I leave the bags behind. Thinking 'man, if I loose both my friend and the bags, I'm going to be in BIG trouble!' I sprint every road that leads up to the market, describing to people what my friend looks like, seems like everyone has had their eyes close today. Manage to loose the money man while running. I'm out of breath and back by buses. Miraculously the bus driver finds me. With my friend. YESSSS! We've made the bus, lost the money man, but are on the bus. The entire bus has waited for us, is laughing at the fact that I'm dripping with sweat and out of breath. But we're on the bus today and not a day behind. Why can't things ever be easy?
It's dry season. There's no water in the jungle. We have to haul in all of our own water. To start I have 14 liters of water on my back. In water weight, that's 31 pounds. Then add food, supplies and clothes. We have heavy packs. We camp 30 minutes inside the jungle since we got in just before sunset.
The first day of hiking is 25 km to archeological site El Tintal. They have water you can trade for. So we didn't need to bring ALL of our water. AHHHHHh The hike with 14 liters on my back is tough. We break often. Using a GPS and maps for fun to mark progress, we slowly drag ourselves into camp. Then explore the temples and 'sitio' there. These Mayan sites are from 150 A.D. Crazy to be walking in the middle of the jungle and all the sudden see a half way uncovered temple 55 meters high.
The second day we're off to take down the rest of the kilometers. The jungle is dry. But filled with life. We see parakeets. Hear toucans. Watch spider monkey in the trees above. And among other things, have groups of guided tours passing us along with their 10 mules carrying their water/packs.
My feet begin to blister. My soles are bruised. My hips are bruised from my packs weight. My knees hate me. My ankles are beginning to roll. Sweat is streaming from our faces. We roll into the Mirador site 7 hours after we started. The first set of temples we come to actually have an opening, we go inside! The temple of the dead. Bats. Scary spider/scorpion creates await inside. But its worth it.
The highlights of El Mirador are the two main temples opposite each other. El Tigre and the Danta. The Danta is another 2 km away from camp, from the summit (70 m off the ground) we watch toucanets and howler monkeys do their thing. Stunned by the structure we stand upon and the view above the jungle. The Mayan's are quite the workers/architects. Both temples are daunting in size.
At El Mirador we find out we can get water from the workers. Again, another reminder why we didn't need to haul all water in. I'm in so much pain I barely talk or use an emotion. Tired and beaten down, we're heading back to El Tintal again tomorrow. Most groups spend an entire day at El Mirador. As much as I'd like that, my friend needs to get back. So we do it all again tomorrow. I wasn't excited about leaving this site. Another day would've been great to explore the Maya city but it's not happening.
To top off all the battles I'm fighting in my head from pain, it begins to rain the night we're at El Mirador. If you've ever camped in the rain you understand why this isn't a good thing. Although we left our bags under a tarped/roof area mine still managed to be completely soaked. Water ran out of it like a slow stream as I picked it up in the morning. Perrrrrfect. Already bruised and blistered. Now everything I own is soaked. We dry our clothes off with fire from other tourists. And set off back.
Again monkeys. Many orchids. Plants we've never seen/dreamt of. And mud. A whole pile of it! Awesome, 63 kms in mud! At one point fatigue set in, I rolled an ankle and fell. Only to be 20 minutes from the El Tintal camp.
Through all of the encounters, we made it! On our own. Without 10 mules carrying our stuff. Without paying $190/person for a tour. We ate noodles for dinners (yes I can eat noodles now) granola for breakfast and cookies for lunch. We watch the sunrise and set from the top of Mayan temples. Saw spider monkeys hang from their tails. Heard howler monkeys sing their destructive song. Appreciated mysterious jungle sounds. Sat in old 'gum' camps that worker left behind. Crossed tree branch bridges. Duct taped our feet. Traded for water. I drank18.5 liters of water. Walked 126 kilometers(78.3 miles) in 4 days. And have the sense of accomplishment that 'we did this.'
I'm paying today. Still in bed. Unable to move my legs. But thinking I'd rather be me than another man I saw on the way back. He'd been riding a mule and walking. All he wanted was 'a glass of vodka and a handful of Advil.'
After a night bus of no sleep and landslides. Spent yesterday on and off napping. Happy to get into bed by 10pm. BAD IDEA. Bed bugs got me again.
After many weeks free of the bugs, they came into my life again. In Los Amigos hostel in Flores, Guatemala. This morning between 3:45-5:30am I killed 3. Then after looking over my sleeping bag, killed another.
Had a gut feeling yesterday when I saw the wooden bunk beds and spots on the sheets. But my friend Julie was here the night before without problem so, I thought I was in the clear. I knew that was the wrong answer as I was smooshing my own blood into sheets in the wee hours of the morning, killing these guys:
Life is easier because of orange Fanta in glass bottles. Orange like the fierce sunsets over the volcanoes. Orange like the lava from Pacaya. Cold enough to cool the overheating. Perfect for those days where you want to sit in the park, sip on something and let the day do you!
Met Jamie in Australia. Lived with her. Actually, in the 2 bedroom place we lived in Newcastle, we shared a bed. That's how close we got!
(please note Jamie's mini pharmacy, shes a Physicians Assistant, surprised?)
Now she's here with her fiance Vince for a quick 6 day vaca, checking out what Guatemala has to offer. It's been great showing them Antigua. Not sure Vince can make another trip to the market, but they're hanging in there strong. Even after a night of bed bugs. Funny tho, after 3 days in country, I caught them already eating McDonalds! hahaha
They brought me a HUGE present for my future travels.
Learning how to make tortillas!
Talk about a straight razor shave. It was gruesome to watch but Vinces face was baby soft!
Random did you know: This is the fruit from a cashew tree and the nut is the gray thing. The nut must be roasted to be eaten. But how cool!
