Travel E-mails
An archive of e-mails from my Centeral/South America trip.5/10/2006
Son of a BEACH
Greetings all!
I must begin by admitting that I feel a tad guilty in e-mailing you all from down here when so many of you are freezing in the cold.. but hell, at least you can get some comfort from knowing that I'm still alive... or at very least I would HOPE you would take some comfort in that... unless you're all savagely plotting my demise and sending hired assasins ahead of me to take me down in a samurai style fight to the END! But no, none of that.
Anyhow, I just made it to Monterico -- a tiny town on the pacific coast. It's almost uncomfortably hot here, but the ocean is nice, the cold showers aren't so cold, and the beaches are pretty sweet. It's all volcanic sand here, so the beaches are all black and get DAMN hot, though it's still awsome. I've been meeting all sorts of people from all over the world, partying, pushing formerly unpushed bounds of the human condition etc... oh, and reading Hunter S Thompson... mmmm...
Life is so incredibly different here, even reigon to reigon... in Panajachel you see 6 year old kids offering to shine shoes for about 50 cents canadian, people sell all sorts of goods on the streets, and you can hardly walk a block without running into a dozen 'good prices'. Moving to Antigua there were WAY less merchants, though there was one HUGE centeralized market that had everything from levis to possibly week old fish. Now here on the beaches, there is little selling of goods. Kids aren't coming up to me and offering my bracelets, shoeshines, or even asking for money... Every place I see in guatemala seems different.
Since my last e-mail I picked a good couple pounds worth of coffee, climbed a volcano [unless I mentioned that last time], chilled out with murray for some time, playing bachgammon and drinking coffee and rum daily... and then came here.
well, not much more to say... and I would just hate to bore you with day to day antics [speaking of which, a 50+ woman grabbed my ass last night], so on that note, I will wrap this one up. Next time I write will likley be in about a week from El Salvador... working my way along the coast down to Panema, finding a way to peru from there, walking the inca trail in January, then possibly headed to brazil in febuary, seeing as it sounds like that's party season over there...
All I can say is this, I just pray that I don't run out of cash while partying down there, because as it stands I'm looking at coming back late march/early april.. and if my funds take a dive I'll be running home like a 3 legged pig on fire into the dead of winter with no time to adjust and I will likley do something absolutley nuts like duct tape my while body with that itchy pink fiberglass and wear a sign saying "lost my sainity, please spare change", and THAT wouldnot be a pretty picture... wither that or we could work on making a new western union commercial, togeather!
Zac
I must begin by admitting that I feel a tad guilty in e-mailing you all from down here when so many of you are freezing in the cold.. but hell, at least you can get some comfort from knowing that I'm still alive... or at very least I would HOPE you would take some comfort in that... unless you're all savagely plotting my demise and sending hired assasins ahead of me to take me down in a samurai style fight to the END! But no, none of that.
Anyhow, I just made it to Monterico -- a tiny town on the pacific coast. It's almost uncomfortably hot here, but the ocean is nice, the cold showers aren't so cold, and the beaches are pretty sweet. It's all volcanic sand here, so the beaches are all black and get DAMN hot, though it's still awsome. I've been meeting all sorts of people from all over the world, partying, pushing formerly unpushed bounds of the human condition etc... oh, and reading Hunter S Thompson... mmmm...
Life is so incredibly different here, even reigon to reigon... in Panajachel you see 6 year old kids offering to shine shoes for about 50 cents canadian, people sell all sorts of goods on the streets, and you can hardly walk a block without running into a dozen 'good prices'. Moving to Antigua there were WAY less merchants, though there was one HUGE centeralized market that had everything from levis to possibly week old fish. Now here on the beaches, there is little selling of goods. Kids aren't coming up to me and offering my bracelets, shoeshines, or even asking for money... Every place I see in guatemala seems different.
Since my last e-mail I picked a good couple pounds worth of coffee, climbed a volcano [unless I mentioned that last time], chilled out with murray for some time, playing bachgammon and drinking coffee and rum daily... and then came here.
well, not much more to say... and I would just hate to bore you with day to day antics [speaking of which, a 50+ woman grabbed my ass last night], so on that note, I will wrap this one up. Next time I write will likley be in about a week from El Salvador... working my way along the coast down to Panema, finding a way to peru from there, walking the inca trail in January, then possibly headed to brazil in febuary, seeing as it sounds like that's party season over there...
All I can say is this, I just pray that I don't run out of cash while partying down there, because as it stands I'm looking at coming back late march/early april.. and if my funds take a dive I'll be running home like a 3 legged pig on fire into the dead of winter with no time to adjust and I will likley do something absolutley nuts like duct tape my while body with that itchy pink fiberglass and wear a sign saying "lost my sainity, please spare change", and THAT wouldnot be a pretty picture... wither that or we could work on making a new western union commercial, togeather!
Zac
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