Honduras, El Salvador, Belize
I'm in southern Belize right now. English is the official language, but it's this sort of odd pidgin/creole/Caribbean mess. I love it.
In the past few days, I've moved from Managua to Granada, Nicaragua, where I climbed around a volcano in an absolutely grueling 2.5 hour hike and did some language tutoring for a few hours. Then, from Granada up into southern Honduras, crossing the deserted border at night, getting stuck in a nearby town for the night. The next morning, I left for Perquin, El Salvador, where there's a museum of the FMLN struggle against the government there. One of the museum guides was an FMLN soldier and bomb-maker. Despite him not speaking a word of English, we made some obscure jokes about various weapons captured from the government forces, which ones came from the US, how the communication system was setup, the helicopters they shot down with a SAMs and .50 caliber machine guns, etc. From Perquin, I moved up through Honduras, taking five different buses in one day, ending up at a tiny port town in Guatamela called Puerto Barrios. An hour on a boat this morning put me here, in Punta Gorda, Belize.
The buses leave early here and I've had some pitifully non-vactiony mornings. 5:15a one morning, 4:45a the next. I'm eager to sleep in.
In the past few days, I've moved from Managua to Granada, Nicaragua, where I climbed around a volcano in an absolutely grueling 2.5 hour hike and did some language tutoring for a few hours. Then, from Granada up into southern Honduras, crossing the deserted border at night, getting stuck in a nearby town for the night. The next morning, I left for Perquin, El Salvador, where there's a museum of the FMLN struggle against the government there. One of the museum guides was an FMLN soldier and bomb-maker. Despite him not speaking a word of English, we made some obscure jokes about various weapons captured from the government forces, which ones came from the US, how the communication system was setup, the helicopters they shot down with a SAMs and .50 caliber machine guns, etc. From Perquin, I moved up through Honduras, taking five different buses in one day, ending up at a tiny port town in Guatamela called Puerto Barrios. An hour on a boat this morning put me here, in Punta Gorda, Belize.
The buses leave early here and I've had some pitifully non-vactiony mornings. 5:15a one morning, 4:45a the next. I'm eager to sleep in.
1 Comments:
David,
tus palabras merecen un premio, amigo mio. estoy muy feliz leer tus cuentos y espero que hablemos mas cuando regreses. sobre todo, feliz an(~)o nuevo!
oye, me puedes comprar un arma de los Sandanistas? que chula... (just kidding.)
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