Author: kamiel79

June 4. Semuc Champey.
Today: Semuc Champey - a beautiful excursion. First we go tubing down the river for some fifteen minutes, then there is the opportunity to jump off the steel bridge. I don't do it and catch myself off guard explaining why I couldn't have jumped. It's only because I wear glasses so it has nothing to ...
June 3. Alter egos.

I leave Antigua early with a shuttle bus directly to Semuc Champey. It's a very long ride. Dirt roads that seem endless but are only ten kilometers long from Coban to Lanquin and from Lanquin to Semuc Champey. It's still light when we arrive and check in the ecohostel "El Portal" where they offer ...
June 2. Good old Paradoxes of Relativism and a hot volcano.
Relativism... the paradox has been forgotten. People don't appear sensible to the idea that presicely because of the relativist phase we are in, a fertile soil for new Great Stories is being created. The relativism of the Last Stories presumes a linear concept of history, history being the meta-story and thus in contradiction to the ...
June 1. To Guatemala.
It is time to say goodbye to Amado and move on to the next country. Puerto Bus is a good and reliable company, it cost me ten dollars to go directly to Guatemala city. The border crossing is harmless: an officer entered the bus and checked if we had the Nic-SanSal-Hon-Guat enty stamps in our ...
May 31. The Voice.
I go to the malls again and bring my computer to write. That's all for today. I feel like a San Salvadorian day, driving to his temporal workplace in the morning and back in the afternoon. It feels good and it's amazing how quick I get used to a new environment. The 101D bus line ...
May 30. Piling ‘em up.
In the morning I write a bit, then I go to mall to buy the ticket. I have to pay cash but it is no problem. When I pay cash and the dollarbills are piled up on the desk at travel agency Escamilla I make a little joke:
"Can you change the destination to Las ...
May 29. San Salvador.
I say goodbye to the lady and her father, and jump on a bus to Santa Rosa. I'm extremely cautious when the driver tells me the fare was one dollar. I double-check and find out the real fare is 80 cents.
"Es facil mentir a un gringo. Porque son locos, los gringos" I say, pointing ...
May 28. Total humiliation apprentice.
Unfortunately the guard forgets to wake me up at 3am, so I leave at daylight. A local bus takes me from Leon to another town in Nicaragua. And yet another one. I sit in the buses and think about my life, my next big trip, the people I love and want to see again. Seeing ...
May 27. Contact.
Leon is nice and calm. Nicer and calmer than Granada. It's an interesting comparison if you the cousins of them in Spain. The people of Leon are so proud of their place, so you better not mention the Alhambra. I walk around town looking for the museum of Ruben Dario, and unfortunately I cannot find ...