7/31/08
Copan Ruins, Honduras
7/30/08
Roatan Island, Honduras
7/28/08
Tegucigalpa, Honduras
7/21/08
Managua, Nicaragua
We exited the hostel in Granada early to grab a mini-bus through the rain toward Managua, Nicaragua. Many travellers had already warned us of the city´s reputation. The capital´s rough aspects deter many tourists from visiting entirely. We were not to be deflected, but I would learn by experience how dangerous the city really can be.
Managua had little to see for the tourist beyond the usual cathedrals and historical monuments. Therefore we hoped to watch a few American movies at the local Cinemark while in the big city. Over breakfast I picked up the local newspaper to find the showtimes for the new Batman. My eyes scanned diligently across the pages until they paused upon an article of interest. I deciphered the conjugations of the journalistic Spanish and i read that the very day was the anniversary celebration of 29 years since the revolution of the Sandinistas (FSLN) in Nicaragua. My mind whizzed and my heart beated a little faster. Presidents Hugo Chavez (Venezuela), Manuel Zelaya (Honduras), Fernando Lugo (Paraguay), Daniel Ortega (Nicaragua), and Vice-President Esteban Lazo (Cuba) were to speak in commemoration of the historic day. I hadn´t read the paper once since my arrival, yet there I was being informed of the opportunity to see some of the prominent and influential leaders of my lifetime speak that day. I would have been watching movies instead. Some things are just meant to be.
I adorned my revolutionary garb; In actuality, it consisted of a pice of green cloth I purchased from an Army surplus store. We then walked to the plaza where the rally was to take place.
Before the rallywe had to accomplish another one of our goals for the trip; We wanted to see the gym of the Nicaraguan boxing legend Alexis Arguello (Max´s full name is Maximiliano Alexis Garcia). We caught a cab there and persuaded the generous security guard to let us fans take pictures. It was a historic moment for the Garcia family as that fighter in particular meant so much to our parents while they were growing up. Now, back to the rally.
Again, it is difficult to sufficiently convey the kinds of emotions I was feeling so I will solely present a few observations and opinions that I think are pertinent and interesting to the reader.
The capitalization of commmunism is always humorous due to it´s irony. Vendors lined an entire avenue leading up to the plaza selling food, drink, revolutionary tees, pins and bandanas. If a Cordoba could be made off of the socialist message then a booth was set up to take full advantage. Shouldn´t the Che shirts have been given away???
Okay, I can´t claim to have understood every word of the Spanish spoken but I understood a great portion. Revolutionary Speech 101 would have a rather short section on content. Invoke the names of past revolutionaries, pay homage to curent leaders who share your ideologies, recognize the natural wonders of the country as symbols of stability, praise the masses, and throw in a few ¨America is an empire¨ lines. The crowd will love you. Like bread to the Romans of the colisseum, the people will eat it up. At least they can eat words.
I´ll never watch a speech on CNN the same way again. Just days before in Rivas I had watched Hugo Chavez deliver a speech to an enormous crowd, similar t othe one in which I would find myself. I never pondered whom was in the crowd or what was occuring among the spectators. I now have the answer....
...I have never felt the way I did that day in that crowd. In the beginning the population was subdued. My anxiety rose in anticipation of the president of Venezuela´s address. That anxiety would soon change form to fear and from fear to paranoia. Alcohol was poured faster than my sweat. Students acted without awareness of physical harm to themselves or others. They formed mosh pits and created human pyramids. The fall of the sun completed the eerie setting and the environment became ripe for the infilration of thieves. My bag turned from back to front. Money was transferred from pants to bag. My smile submerged, muscles flexed, and eyes fell from the stage to the people around me. My perspective was not solely based on intuition. I witnessed an obvious tourist get bombarded as a racket of youths pickpocketsd him clean in 7 seconds. My arm began to hurt from holding my bag so tightly. Yet, I would not allow myself to leave.
I should mention that after the rain started to fall, and after two hours of waiting, Max decided to depart the scene. I respect his ability to make the right decision for himself. I was chained to my interest in the speaker so as to put my health in jeopardy. Instead, he ate ice cream and watched Batman while I pondered if I had made the correct choice in staying.
These experiences are expressed and these observations made with a full heart for the people of the U.S. and Latin America. It hurt me to listen to Chavez and other leaders speak of and celebrate freedom while thieves permeated the impoverished and hungry masses of the crowd. The rhetoric of victory and accomplishment on stage did not fit the environment below (for that matter, nor did it fit the sentiment of the people we have encountered along this journey). The red shirt, blazing fists, powerful voice and words did not intoxicate me the way I had hoped. I continue to respect the fight of the Latin American leaders I witnessed. I just hope the words come to true fruition for my brethren amongst me in the crowd.
I arrived at the rally a proud U.S. citizen and left it even more proud of my country.
Finally, I want to recognize two Nicaraguan women I befriended. They helped me to survive the night. With 6 eyes rather than 2 we all made it safely home. Again, it is as if we were meant to meet. They represent in my eyes the true essence of the Nicaraguan people.
I grabbed a taxi as quickly as possible following the termination of the spectacle and reconvened with Max back at the hotel.
Granada, Nicaragua
With 3 hours to spare, I updated the blog.
The bus stations here are insane - especially the ones in the pueblas. They are bustling mercados of their own. There is no differentiation of product and it seems that everyone is selling. If so, who is buying? Regardless of the economics, entering and exiing a bus is always entertaining. Once on the mainland again we caught a bus from Rivas to Granada. This bus was especially entertaining. In the rain our yellow American school bus veered around slower vehicles on the two lane highway. More than a few times oncoming traffic was ¨closer than it appeared.¨ Nascar meets inter-city transportation. Max and I laughed the entire time while the tourist couple behind us gritted their teeth.
We immediately found a gorgeous hostel, complete with hammocks, dark wooden furniture, internet, open-rooved courtyard, and a huge painted mural. A heavy rain forced us to take it easy on the first night.
Granada is a beautiful colonial town with old cathedrals and colorful buildings. The parque central is luch green and locals fill the benches all day. Tourists love Granada for its old European influence. I did enjoy the aesthetics of the town, as it was a needed change from the other cities, but I must offer that no puebla has possessed the same amount of colonial magic as San Miguel or Guanajuato in Mexico. Then again, maybe I´m biased.
We took a day trip to Masaya to visit the mercado de artesanias. It was well worth it. We purchased a few gifts for loved ones as well as some for ourselves. Most notably, we purchased a Nicaraguan flag as we plan to purchase a flage in each country that we visit. Max also picked up a few more cigars so that we can celebrate his upcoming birthday in style.
Okay, I´ll offer that we accidentally took the bus past the town initially. We hiked along the highway to our intended destination. Just a quick detour.
My favorite part of the day was throwing a football with a local Nicaraguense. I have never come across a person with an American football while travelling. I saw the kid sitting with the ball across the street and I motioned for him to toss it over. We played catch for a good ten minutes before I forced myself away. If your wondering, I still have my arm. I was oddly proud that the kid liked American football. The sight of that ball alone still evokes so many emotions in me.
The best part of the colonial towns is the food and cafes. Max and I downed a great pizza on the calzada and he found a new love - the local ice cream. For breakfast we stopped in at a cafe and ordered nearly every drink on the menu. The waitress looked at us like we were crazy when we ordered a Fanta, Coca-Cola, coffee, hot chocolate, and a banana-orange-pineapple smoothie. At the end of a complete and relaxing day we then took ample photos in front of the colored walls. In all, Granada was a great stop.
Next stop, the capital of Managua.
7/19/08
Isla de Ometepe, Nicaragua
7/18/08
Rivas, Nicaragua
Max got sick. After a chicken meal and some internet it hit him, and it hit him hard. The event was not without its drama, as that night a huge rainstorm hit our hotel. I slept in 2 hour intervals checking his vitals intermittently as only a good doctor would. The following day the older ladies who ran our hotel helped me to convince a restaurant owner to concoct a special chicken soup for him. The illness passed. It was a tough fight, not self-inflicted like my own, but he fought it like Ali did Frazier and he ended up knocking it out in 24 hours. We lost a day and San Juan del Sur. No big deal.
7/14/08
Puntarenas, Costa Rica
We spent a fortune on a beach front hotel to compensate for the mistfortune in transportation. Warm water and Cable tv helped us feel like kings again. Pride was back after feeling like were ¨other¨ travellers. Dinner consisted of roasted chicken from the stand in front of our hotel. We walked the night away on the sidewalk, yet this time without our baggage. A huge festival was ensuing and local tourists were out full force. We decided to skip what had the potential to be the best night out for partying of the entire trip in exchange for a safe, clean, and early sleep.
Fireworks from the festivall filled the air in true American fashion as we spent our last night in Costa Rica.
Montezuma, Costa Rica
I need to preface this entry by stating that being critical of ones experiences is a critical exercise in developing an understanding of the world. Likewise, recognizing what one dislikes can be as informative as recognizing preferences. Costa Rica in all of its beauty and reputation has not left an overwhelmingly positive impression. The country seems a bit lacking in identity. Maybe its because the country was granted independence by mail request rather than revolution, or then again maybe its the tourists. Visiting Costa Rica does not mean that one was exposed to Latin America or that one has ¨roughed¨ it. English is widely spoken, prices are comparable to America, and I never got sick on the food. In fact, the conversations I had with local costarricenes on the ferry were my favorite part of this segment of the trip; the new friends and waterfall were a close second.
Anyway, in getting to know Costa Rica, the travel between destinations is especially valuable. On our way to Montezuma Max and I trekked 3 Kms across the sidewalked beach of Puntarenas to the ferry. Through the midday sun, we arrived soaked from sweat and crossed to Paquera. (unbeknowst to us at the time, it would not be our last encounter with the ferry). Once across the expanse, we joined an Israeli couple on safari jeep trip to our shared destination. Evading tire-sized potholes while blasting Mexican norteƱo music, our driver drove us to the hostel like he was on the checkered lap of the Daytona 500.
Safe and off the rollercoaster ride, we had just arrived when Max and I realized we didnt have sufficient money for the stay. No ATM was to be found in the area of the town. We were informed we had to backtrack to Cobano, a town we passed. We viewed this as an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone - workout and withdrawl money. Although it was a beautiful run through rolling hills and jungle, we decided it was best for hydration sake to cab it back to Montezuma.
We ended the night drinking the local Imperial and Bavaria beer at the local club. Club-going folk are universal. Whether in New York City or Montezuma, CR girls believe they are movie stars and guys hover around them like vultures.
The second day was productive. In the late morning we hiked along a steep river bank toward the Montezuma waterfalls. Hopping on stones and through mud we eventually found the natural beast. I can recognize beauty in nature, but it must be an amazing sight in order to leave me in awe. The power of the falls did exactly that. I swam in the pool below while Max scaled the wet and slippery side othe mountain under the falls. He caught the attention of everyone in attendance and in mid-sentence of a discussion I had to kindly advise him to ¨get the hell down¨ without jumping. He jumped. He did so however from a lower ledge. I really could have passed the day away sitting in that hidden cove.
The day was completed by sitting on the sands of the rock beach and talking. A torrential downpour forced the hostel occupants into huddling under the canopied patio. We played cardgames and watched a DVD of some Bob Marley tribute.
Thats how we ended what we thought was our last night in Costa Rica.
San Jose, Costa Rica
We arrived in San Jose following a 4 hour bus ride through the dense jungles of Costa Rica. Even if the dinosaurs that escaped Jurrasic Park were roaming around we wouldn´t be able to see them. Mountain after mountain is covered in deep green tropical jungle. Winding around the cliffs in a mini-bus, with the windows down, wind blowing, is a freeing experience. Max and I keep ourselves from getting claustrophobic, to the dismay of a few passengers, by play fighting, impersonating family in our best mexican accents, and debating important and pertinent issues (materialism, education, women, etc..).
A long day of travel combined with late evening showers influenced us to remain indoors at the hostel for the night. The hostel was a 5 star hotel to the experienced backpacker, providing amenities that are sought after but rarely found - that is, hot water and free internet. Showered and relaxed about 15 of us guests gathered around the flat screen TV to watch a classic piece of American cinema - Mean Girls. It is so very reassuring to know that Lindsay Lohan and company are ambassadors for our great nation. (Seriously though, the movie is well done, but the small UN gathering we had really held it in high esteem).
The only full day in San Jose was spent wandering around the city and taking in all that the capital has to offer - which is limited. Max and I met another English friend and toured the city with her - that is until Max and I got into a scuffle (translation = stupid argument over nothing). Separated, we each did what would help us cool down. I had a coffee. He went shopping.
During that time Max made another new friend - a local taxi driver. Later in the night he called up the cabbie and we had our own personal guide to the mall. On the way Max sat up front freestyling with the driver and talking about hip hop. The entire conversation was a spectacle. Once at the mall we soon learned that although it is three stories, it is simply three stories of bad shopping. With full pockets, we headed for the exit and toward the San Pedro end of town.
We started the night off with a bucket of Imperial beer and a few laughs. Terra U was a college bar playing the newest records as loud as possible. The DJ felt compelled to speak into the mic after every few seconds so the atmosphere was noisy if not annoying. A few drinks later we found ourselves at an inviting Jazz club. The atmosphere was candlelit and certainly more calm. A much needed change of pace. Girls swooned over the band. Max and I poked fun at the band. All the while we drank some more and downed papas fritas. With no whataburger around, the great night ended with some late night facebooking back at the hostel.
It was an overall great evening with new and old company.
7/10/08
Puerto Viejo de Talamanca, Cahuita - Costa Rica
The move to the beach upon arrival was nearly immediate. We waded in the clear blue water under the hottest sun we have encountered on our trip. Walking a little further down the cove we proceeded to find a beautiful black sand beach. From afar the beach seemed dirty and unnatractive. yet, upclose the sand exhibits a sparkle and purity that is really unexpected. Food and a cold shower brought the day to a close.
On the second day, having fallen asleep early after a long day of travel, Max and I awakened early to be productive. A quick bite gave us the energy and inspiration for a quick workout. We ran the length of the still desolate beach. A few miles and a few push ups in the organic gym was refreshing. Following the run we made reservations for some more snorkeling in Cahuita. We caught the dollar bus and met our guide. The local costarriequense took us out to explore some amazing coral reefs. Fish, large and small, colorful and achromatic, congregated near the extensive coral. In one spot in particular the undercurrents of the ocean were more powerful and quick maneuvering prevented us from getting scraped up by the coral. The smaller fish, brown with luminescent blue spots, were my favorites.
Bocas Del Toro, Panama
Max and I arrived to our hostel via water taxi. Our unique accomodations were built over the water on a pier. The Aqua Lounge provided a water trampoline, diving board, and a non-stop DJ. The rooms were humid and shook as if hit with a low richter earthquake each time a wave broke beneath. definitely the best hostel in the area - at least for our preference of constant entertainment.
The first night was relaxed as we explored the main strip which is aligned with restaurants, vendors, and shirtless visitors. Bocas is a mix of backpackers, visiting surfers, and local island lifers. From the clear water, to the carribean accents, to the copious palm trees, the town is as authentic beach town as it gets. Hungry and against my stringent budget, we decided to splurge on a great seafood meal. A few drinks, some late night swimming, and flips off the water trampoline completed the evening.
On Sunday we filled our day by getting a feel for the carribean and its beauty. We embarked on a boat tour which maneuvered around the islands to show us what is special about this popular destination. Dolphins swam aside our boat, I snorkeled for the first time, and we layed out on a white sand beach. Viewing dolphins remains more exciting in theory than in practice, Snorkeling is a new life hobby, and white sand beaches remain a necessary characteristic of paradise. Over a period of 5 hours at a cost of 25 dollars we were give a proper introduction to the carribean. A product of the carribean would soon give me a proper salutation.
I decided to pick a fight with a bottle of the local Abuelo rum while we mingled with new friends from Holland. I won the early rounds but eventually was worn down due to insufficient training. Needless to say I was TKO'ed at 2am.
The next morning, unfazed by the bout, we caught a water taxi away from the islands in route to Costa Rica.
7/6/08
Boquete, Panama
The hike was beautiful and tiring. With our only fuel consisting of a pack of starburst, one hershey bar, and two bottled waters we somehow survived. Seriously, we rationed the candy as we were starving and overlooked the obvious fact we would get hungry. 3 hours in, we crawled our way to the restaurant near the pinnacle of the route. We devoured cheeseburgers and paticones (or "panty-chones" as we like to call them).
7/3/08
The White Hat and Cigar
Finally, we found a local place to eat and were able to brush shoulders with working-class Panamanians while devouring a late breakfast. The roasted banana chips were packed with flavor and soul. We proceeded to order about 30 pieces.
We inquired in just about every cab for the gym of Roberto Duran. Informed that one does not exist, we had a cab driver slow next to a gym in the heart of Casco Antigua. Advised to refrain from getting out of the car, and even from taking pictures, we peered out of the window in awe of the Jesus Gomez gym, out of which a few former world champions have arisen. A brief viewing was sufficient as the glares from the locals said enough.
No trip to Panama would have been complete without the class white hat and cigar. Max and I toured the city adorned with the iconic fedora and ended the night throwing back a few Balboa cervezas with lit Cuban cigars hanging from the corner of our mouths.
Tonight we take a midnight bus to David - a day stop away from our final desination in Panama on the Carribean.
7/2/08
Panama Canal
Today, a hot and overcast one, we departed early to see the Miraflores Locks section of the canal. The canal is as grand as the history books make it sound. We watched a gigantic ship from Luxembourg pass through - at a cost of $46,000.
Afterwards, we went to the Botanical Garden and Zoo. The highlights included viewing jaguars and us following a trail of army ants until reaching their hill.
The entirety of the leftover day consisted of walking through Panama City. We just about got lost in every section of the obviously American influenced city. There is a tremendous amount of development occuring in downtown. It seems as though it is being set up to be the next trendy location to own a high priced condominium.
Certainly, a busy first day.
7/1/08
Arrival - Panama City, Panama
an internet curfew of 11.
We have arrived in Panama City and will be headed out to the canal tomorrow.
This picture is a shot of the view from the main room of our hostel.
The flight was long but bearable. Better posts to come. We are in for an early night.