This is a blog conversion. Last year I traveled to Central America for a month and blogged my entire trip. My trip started in Cancun traveling south to Belize, Guatemala, Honduras and back up to fly home out of Cancun again. I originally wrote this using a different blogging application and found this site to be superior. I have decided to consolidate the older site over to here. In transferring this over, I have noticed a number of typos, grammatical errors and all around horrible use of english. Partly, I blame on the laptop I was using and the other part, the tropical air and consumption of booze. I never promised that writing was a strong suit of mine, but I hope you enjoy what you read. It really is quite entertaining.
Mexico – Belize – Gautamala – Honduras
Monday, March 14, 2011
Arrive in cancun – May the adventures begin
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Cancun in all its drunkin craziness.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Diving in Tulum
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
First my plan was to sleep in, I was looking forward to a mostly lazy day relaxing and slowly making my way down to belize, but instead I had the most disrespectful annoyingly loud backpackers leave before me. the problem here is the girl that stayed next to my bunk decided to explode her pack all over the place talking, singing, laughing and blaring loudly for about an hour and a half. While doing this her and her friends decided that they needed to leave and enter the room about 300 times slamming the door the whole time. When I finally decided to get up after dealing with this for way too long I said something but it didn’t matter since they were walking out the door. Pissed I was, to say nonetheless.
The next major flaw in my plan was not knowing that there is only one ferry that leaves chetumal at 3 pm. so when I went to the station to leave the next bus was at 1pm. not knowing how long it would take to get to chetumal as well as not knowing the ferry issue. so when I arrived at the station to find that I had to stay for the night, not having a plan, an understanding of the town or where to go, I was not very excited. while at the station I gathered all the info I needed to get for the ferry and found a hostel, luckily enough, across the street from the station, literally.
The place was not nearly close to the definition of nice, except the guy that set me up there, he was extremely nice and did all he could to accommodate me. I was very grateful. there was a full bed with sheets and i got a towel. for $10 getting my own room was a value that most dorms can’t compare. the downsides were the mosquitos, the dead cockroaches, lack of a real pillow, and heat. all were relatively easily manageable except for the mosquitos. I got devoured. [The beginning to a very bad feeding frenzy, me as the main course]. It sucked. for a while I was ok, when I came in I saw a bit of citronella curled up unburned on a table and stole some and burned it in my room. not sure what would have been better, dealing with the mozzies or the headache. on the upside, I was down the street from a store so I bought a loaf of bread, some jam and peanut butter. Comfort food for my soul. I practically ate it all.
The next morning, I went to the station early and got my tickets for the ferry. The guy directed me I can either take a taxi or the collectivo, which is more of a mini private version of a bus. The upside is that its an 10th the cost of a taxi. so I went to the street to wait for them; they either never came or were identified as something else. so I was forced to walk the 5K to the port. which was fine aside from the blazing heat and the huge blisters I got. I should have worn socks. Finally at the pier all I had to do now was wait. which was quite pleasant, actually. I hung out for 4 hours reading and relaxing in the breeze listening to the surf. I decided that I wanted to find something real to eat before leaving and walked back a few blocks to a busy street looking for food. This was immediately a bad idea when some guy whom I thought was very nice suggesting a few places to me. Then proceeded to ask me to give him a blow job, He was a little less tactful in asking, pretty much just coming out and saying “suck my cock”. Disappointed in my lack of interested our talk ended quickly. Seriously disturbed, I decided to get the $1.60 slice of pizza that was right next to me and run back to the safety of the pier. That too was a mistake. Worse pizza in my life.
Eventually, when the time came for the ferry, it wasn’t. It was a water taxi that chopped through the waves with little to no grace. I am relatively immune to sea sickness but it was a miracle I did not vomit. By the time I arrived in Cayes Caulker it was sundown and I had no place to stay. Luckily the entire island is ridiculously tiny, I didn’t take pictures today to show you but its quite a unique island feel to it, tomorrow hopefully. I walked down the main strip for 5 minutes and found a great place almost immediately. Lots of packers, socializing, stories, experiences and conversation. I am extremely happy with this place. The sense of community is fantastic. A great ending to an absolutely retarded day and a half.