Leaving Copan
I showed up for my 12 o´clock shuttle to find that it wasn´t there. They told me that at 3 we might leave, but when I returned, there was still no shuttle. Then they said that there would be a shuttle at 9am.
Eventually I left Copan at 12 the next day. While it sucked to basically waste a day, it wasn´t that big of deal. I went out to the bars in Copan and had some awesome Thai curry. Plus, I got a free night in a hostel for the ordeal. Keeping me company during our wait was a retired nurse from Idaho who was in the midst of a four month trip through Central America.
Antigua
Antigua used to be the capital city a few hundred years ago, but was abandoned after getting rocked by some earthquakes. They didn´t pick up the rubble, so what´s left is a city full of old ruined churches and buildings, making it a great city to spend a day walking through.
I stayed in Hostel Gato Negro, which was a pricey 7 dollars per night. I specifically chose the place for the free breakfast, and it was worth it. I shared a room with a couple girls from Sweden, and a few other guys (also from Sweden, I believe). It was nice to be in a town with a lot of travellers, and I got to meet a lot more people here.
My first full day I explored the city for a few hours, checked out an old church, and had 3 ice cream cones, for a quarter each. At 2pm I left on a shuttle with 12 other people for Volcan Papaya, one of a few active volcanoes in Guatemala. It was about a 90 minute trek in the shuttle before we met up with our guide, a woman who spoke Spanish so slow and curtailed for a Gringo´s ear, I understood almost everything she said. One of the highlights for me was when she said a fairly obscure word, cangrejal, that a few others didn´t understand. I acted as translator, since I recently rafted Rio Cangrejal (River of Crabs!). It took our group four hours to get to the top, where we were greeted by an unpredictable lava flow that had forced earlier groups to take an alternate route. You could hear the creaking of volcanic rocks being pushed by the lava. Along the route there were a few dogs that followed us all the way up, and down. Also, there were locals charging five dollars for taxis naturales (horses). I included some pictures, but since we reached the lava at dusk, it was a little hard to capure.
My other full day in Antigua was spent studying Spanish in a cafe, wandering about the city, looking at ruins, and hiking to the cross outside of town. The cross-walk was decent, and I was pleased to find some tourist police there. I got a great view of the city, and could here a wedding in the distance.
Lake Atitlan and San Pedro La Laguna
I ended up shuttling out at noon the next day to go to Lake Atitlan. While my shuttle was a little pricey (8$), it saved me from having to make two exchanges and was only a couple dollars more expensive. Joining me on the bus were the two girls from Sweden I had met in Gato Negro. Since we had the same (very common) travel itinerary, we joined up for the trip to San Pedro and the next day´s volcano hike. After travelling solo for awhile, it was nice to have a couple people to travel with.
When we arrived in the main tourist city of Lake Atitlan, Panajachal, we were steered directly to the port, since the city wasn´t completely safe at the moment. I changed plans, and took the boat to San Pedro. We arrived at our hostel, Jarachi´k a little later, and I booked a very reasonably priced (5$) private room with a private bath and double bed. The hostel is also home to an amazing and cheap restaurant.
I booked a guide, Caesar, to take us up Volcan San Pedro. Joining us were three guys from Switzerland. We also met some Canadians on the trail, who were driving from Vancouver to Brazil, for Carnaval. We took a tuk-tuk up to the visitors center, which saved us a couple hundred meters of climbing, and an hour or walking. The trek took us all the way up to 3,020 meters from a starting point of approximately 1800 meters. It basically went straight up, with very few switchbacks or flat spots, so it only took three hours to reach the peak. The clear day gave us some great views of the lake and surrounding villages. We got back at about 3, and I went on a nice, relaxed six mile run to the neighboring village.
Today, I attempted to run to Panajachal, where I could take a boat back to San Pedro. Unfortunately, my not-so-detailed map made it seem a lot closer than it actually was. Also, I may have missed a turn. I ran for about 13 miles, and then walked for 3 hours, and still hadn´t made it. After running through three of the towns, the road turned to trail, which ended up turning into a trail that was impossible to run on. I decided to just go to the next city and get a ride on a boat back to San Pedro. Even though I didn´t make it, it was a good run; I had great views of the lake, and got to see a few of the surrounding Mayan villages. I succeeded, and made it back to eat a giant lunch.
Manaña
Tomorrow I hope to leave very early for a bus to Guatemala City, where I will change buses to Coban, where I will take one more bus to Lenquin. There, I will be doing some spelunking, tubing, and swimming. Info http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Semuc_Champey
From there, I will be going to Flores, the main tourist town outside of Tikal. I will stay there for a night, and then camp in Tikal, so I can see sunrise and sunset near the ruins and surrounding jungle. After that, I hope to have at least three days to leisurely bus back to La Ceiba, Honduras. The one stop I hope to make is in Rio Dulce.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Atop of Honduras
Since I left Pico Bonito last week I did some adventuring in the highlands of Gracias. I´m currently (SPOILER ALERT!) alive and well in Copan Ruinas.
Gracias and Celaque National Park
I arrived in Gracias late and found a simple hostel that charged 7.50$-night. I had a private room with ice cold showers, so I can´t complain. The climate there was pretty pleasant, with temperatures dipping below 60 degrees. I didn´t do much besides hike in Gracias, although I did check out the local square and a very old church.
I decided I wanted to do some hiking before hitting up the ruins, and my guidebook recommended Celaque National Park for a good hike that didn´t require any technical equipment. It also told me that there was a simple, dirty, hut with a few bunks that you could sleep in at one of the campsites near the top. I still tried to rent a sleeping bag but had no luck. I read that the hike could be done in a day, but an overnight hike was more feasible, so I decided to try that.
The morning of my hike, I foolishly did a 10 mile run that went towards the national park. This was rolling for a couple miles and then a mix between slight incline to very steep hills. Like always, the farmers and locals paid little attention to me, and at least twice I get scared shitless my dogs barking at me. The run was good though; foggy and cool.
I finally got to the park at about 10:30 am. I struggled to exchange some money at the bank (I´m the only gringo in town, its not really touristy), mostly since I speak very little Spanish. I also struggled to pronounce the name of the park to the first two cab drivers, but the third understood and brought me 10 kilometers outside of town.
The entrance of the park could very well be northern Wisconsin, definitely not the first image that comes to mind when you think of Honduras. My trek brought me through a pine forest, over a river, and through an hour long stretch of switchbacks. After a few hours I reached the first campsite and realized my book was very, very, incorrect at describing the modest campsite. I still wanted to reach the top, so I was now banking on the next stop being better.
In the midst of the next leg, I ran into the only people I would see during my 22 hours in the forest. They were from, of course, northern Wisconsin. One was even wearing some sort of Spooner, WI shirt. We chatted for a few minutes, I received strange looks after they found out I was planning on sleeping up there, and we parted ways. They surely made it back well before dark; unfortunately, I was in for an entirely different night.
I reached the second campsite at about 3:30. This was slightly better: 3 tarp walls, tarp floor, and tin roof. I figured it was shelter, and I couldn´t hike in the dark, so I would stay. First, though, I had to get to the top. It was only an hour away, and I was in full blown Narniaesque Cloud Forest. It was a veritable labrynth of gigantic mossy trees with birds screaming at me. At 4:30 I reached the top, marked by a simple sign and a Honduran flag. I was disappoingted that I forgot to bring my Wisconsin flag, or at least a Bucky towel or something.
I headed back down and reached my campsite at dark. I put on some dry clothes, but quickly realized I would die of boredom or from the cold. I was at about 2500m, and in a cloud forest, so it was cold (50 degrees F), and wet. At 6pm I decided I would break out my flashlight and walk back down, at least to the next campsite.
Hiking in the dark wasn´t that bad. The most difficult section was down to the next site. It involved a little bit of climbing and hanging on to roots, but it was pretty safe and well marked. I took my time and reached my next destination no worse for wear. At this point, its about 8pm, and I figure that I could get back by 11 if I can hitch to town, maybe 1am if I walk. I continue on.
Everything is going well, until I cross a stream and I thought I was almost done with my trip. Its 10pm, I´ve been walking for 12 hours; combined with my morning run, this has made me foolishly tired. I actually had about 2 hours of walking left, but in my strange psychological state, thought I was almost done. I was convinced there was a trail near the stream, so I kept looking for it. For nearly an hour. I then made a foolish mistake. I went off the trail.
Cliffnotes version: I couldn´t find the trail that I had left, and couldn´t find the visitors center, since it was still two hours away. I was stuck on the side of the mounain, and spent the next 6 hours switching between sleeping on the side of the mountain and aimilessly looking for the trail. I realize that once its light I will be able to easily find the trail again, so I just wait it out eventually.
I wake up at 5am, wait until its light at 6am, find the trail at 6:10, leave the park at 9:30, and get a cab back to town.
Some fun stats:
Hours in the park: 22
Elevation gain¨: 1500m
Peak elevation: 2849m
Cost for 20km of cab rides: 10 US$
Time spent walking or running in the 24 hour period: 20
Time to get to the top: 6 hours
Time spent sleeping: 90 minutes
I´m an idiot.
BUT, I survived, and left Gracias by 12.
Copan Ruinas
I arrived, without incident*, in Ruinas Copan at about 6:30, and found my hostel, Iguana Azul. Its very clean, and I´m staying in a 5 dollar dorm room. Also, they have real, hot water, which is a real plus.
I spent my first day doing very little. I made it a goal to wasteland, so I did some internetting, got some coffee, and some ice cream. Yesterday, I went to Macaw Mountain Bird Park, where they have birds that have been donated or rescued. There was an open area where some birds were let out of their cages, and I got to interact with some toucans and Macaws.
This morning I took a cab out to the Copan Ruins. There was a lot to see, and the museum was interesting as well. There was a short nature trail with labeled trees and macaws all along. I found my favorite tree, the Gumbo Limbo, which I guess the Maya used to cure Poisonwood.
Other highlights of Copan Ruinas (I don´t feel like writing much longer)
I gained 912 feet in about 2.5 miles on my run this morning.
3 kids ran with me for about a half mile on my run.
The election was sunday, and everything went by safely. There seemed to be a lot of partying, fireworks, horn honking, etc. I talked with an international observer of the election, and she was impressed with the efficiency.
Many coffee farms outside of the city.
Stumbled upon a Mayan Toad structure while running.
Cobblestone streets.
Good, cheap platos typical. I got one con carne to celebrate getting into PT school.
Watched Zombieland for a dollar at a hotel. Blatantly pirated, decently funny.
So, that´s all. Tomorrow I head to Antigua, Guatemala, where I will do some Volcano Hiking (with a guide).
!!Check out my flickr for corresponding photos of Macaws, ruins, clouds, Gracias, etc. http://www.flickr.com/photos/44191281@N06/
*With incident. I didn´t get off my bus, since I didn´t realize that I had to switch buses. So, they dropped me off 5 kilometers out of town, and I got to hitch-walk back.
Gracias and Celaque National Park
I arrived in Gracias late and found a simple hostel that charged 7.50$-night. I had a private room with ice cold showers, so I can´t complain. The climate there was pretty pleasant, with temperatures dipping below 60 degrees. I didn´t do much besides hike in Gracias, although I did check out the local square and a very old church.
I decided I wanted to do some hiking before hitting up the ruins, and my guidebook recommended Celaque National Park for a good hike that didn´t require any technical equipment. It also told me that there was a simple, dirty, hut with a few bunks that you could sleep in at one of the campsites near the top. I still tried to rent a sleeping bag but had no luck. I read that the hike could be done in a day, but an overnight hike was more feasible, so I decided to try that.
The morning of my hike, I foolishly did a 10 mile run that went towards the national park. This was rolling for a couple miles and then a mix between slight incline to very steep hills. Like always, the farmers and locals paid little attention to me, and at least twice I get scared shitless my dogs barking at me. The run was good though; foggy and cool.
I finally got to the park at about 10:30 am. I struggled to exchange some money at the bank (I´m the only gringo in town, its not really touristy), mostly since I speak very little Spanish. I also struggled to pronounce the name of the park to the first two cab drivers, but the third understood and brought me 10 kilometers outside of town.
The entrance of the park could very well be northern Wisconsin, definitely not the first image that comes to mind when you think of Honduras. My trek brought me through a pine forest, over a river, and through an hour long stretch of switchbacks. After a few hours I reached the first campsite and realized my book was very, very, incorrect at describing the modest campsite. I still wanted to reach the top, so I was now banking on the next stop being better.
In the midst of the next leg, I ran into the only people I would see during my 22 hours in the forest. They were from, of course, northern Wisconsin. One was even wearing some sort of Spooner, WI shirt. We chatted for a few minutes, I received strange looks after they found out I was planning on sleeping up there, and we parted ways. They surely made it back well before dark; unfortunately, I was in for an entirely different night.
I reached the second campsite at about 3:30. This was slightly better: 3 tarp walls, tarp floor, and tin roof. I figured it was shelter, and I couldn´t hike in the dark, so I would stay. First, though, I had to get to the top. It was only an hour away, and I was in full blown Narniaesque Cloud Forest. It was a veritable labrynth of gigantic mossy trees with birds screaming at me. At 4:30 I reached the top, marked by a simple sign and a Honduran flag. I was disappoingted that I forgot to bring my Wisconsin flag, or at least a Bucky towel or something.
I headed back down and reached my campsite at dark. I put on some dry clothes, but quickly realized I would die of boredom or from the cold. I was at about 2500m, and in a cloud forest, so it was cold (50 degrees F), and wet. At 6pm I decided I would break out my flashlight and walk back down, at least to the next campsite.
Hiking in the dark wasn´t that bad. The most difficult section was down to the next site. It involved a little bit of climbing and hanging on to roots, but it was pretty safe and well marked. I took my time and reached my next destination no worse for wear. At this point, its about 8pm, and I figure that I could get back by 11 if I can hitch to town, maybe 1am if I walk. I continue on.
Everything is going well, until I cross a stream and I thought I was almost done with my trip. Its 10pm, I´ve been walking for 12 hours; combined with my morning run, this has made me foolishly tired. I actually had about 2 hours of walking left, but in my strange psychological state, thought I was almost done. I was convinced there was a trail near the stream, so I kept looking for it. For nearly an hour. I then made a foolish mistake. I went off the trail.
Cliffnotes version: I couldn´t find the trail that I had left, and couldn´t find the visitors center, since it was still two hours away. I was stuck on the side of the mounain, and spent the next 6 hours switching between sleeping on the side of the mountain and aimilessly looking for the trail. I realize that once its light I will be able to easily find the trail again, so I just wait it out eventually.
I wake up at 5am, wait until its light at 6am, find the trail at 6:10, leave the park at 9:30, and get a cab back to town.
Some fun stats:
Hours in the park: 22
Elevation gain¨: 1500m
Peak elevation: 2849m
Cost for 20km of cab rides: 10 US$
Time spent walking or running in the 24 hour period: 20
Time to get to the top: 6 hours
Time spent sleeping: 90 minutes
I´m an idiot.
BUT, I survived, and left Gracias by 12.
Copan Ruinas
I arrived, without incident*, in Ruinas Copan at about 6:30, and found my hostel, Iguana Azul. Its very clean, and I´m staying in a 5 dollar dorm room. Also, they have real, hot water, which is a real plus.
I spent my first day doing very little. I made it a goal to wasteland, so I did some internetting, got some coffee, and some ice cream. Yesterday, I went to Macaw Mountain Bird Park, where they have birds that have been donated or rescued. There was an open area where some birds were let out of their cages, and I got to interact with some toucans and Macaws.
This morning I took a cab out to the Copan Ruins. There was a lot to see, and the museum was interesting as well. There was a short nature trail with labeled trees and macaws all along. I found my favorite tree, the Gumbo Limbo, which I guess the Maya used to cure Poisonwood.
Other highlights of Copan Ruinas (I don´t feel like writing much longer)
I gained 912 feet in about 2.5 miles on my run this morning.
3 kids ran with me for about a half mile on my run.
The election was sunday, and everything went by safely. There seemed to be a lot of partying, fireworks, horn honking, etc. I talked with an international observer of the election, and she was impressed with the efficiency.
Many coffee farms outside of the city.
Stumbled upon a Mayan Toad structure while running.
Cobblestone streets.
Good, cheap platos typical. I got one con carne to celebrate getting into PT school.
Watched Zombieland for a dollar at a hotel. Blatantly pirated, decently funny.
So, that´s all. Tomorrow I head to Antigua, Guatemala, where I will do some Volcano Hiking (with a guide).
!!Check out my flickr for corresponding photos of Macaws, ruins, clouds, Gracias, etc. http://www.flickr.com/photos/44191281@N06/
*With incident. I didn´t get off my bus, since I didn´t realize that I had to switch buses. So, they dropped me off 5 kilometers out of town, and I got to hitch-walk back.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Donde es Dallas?
Dallas es en Gracias, Honduras!
The Cayos
Hola everyone, this is my first update since departing Utila. Six of us volunteers left Friday morning for Cayos Menor, one of the larger islands of the Cayos Cachinos (Hog Islands).
We stayed in a small lodge in a Garifunan village. In the village there were about a dozen small houses and a short road. It was mostly a fishing village, and our lodge was the only thing there remotely approaching touristy. There was one person who spoke English, and no stores, restaurants, etc. It was pretty cool to be so secluded, but it also proved difficult at times, since no one in our group spoke much Spanish (at least not more than me).
Rusty brought us to Cayos Menor on his sailboat, which took about 4.5 hours. We did some snorkeling out of his boat when we got there, and eventually a canoe with a tiny motor brought us to our lodge. I was certain that we would tip the entire time, but we got there.
The islands and surrounding reef are all protected, so there is very little in development. We tried to hike by ourselves, but were told we had to take a guide. Our first hike was led by a couple of kids, but on our next one, an experienced guide showed us around. We saw at least a half dozen pink boas the islands are famous for.
Somehow, I managed to catch a 1.5 hour canoe ride to the mainland with a local. The one guy that spoke English on the island was a lot of help.
Pico Bonito y Rio Cangrejal
After waiting in Nuevo Armenia 2 hours for the bus, I arrived in La Ceiba. I started walking to my destination, Omega Tours, thinking that a bus would pass sooner or later. It didn´t, so I walked 8 of the 10km (a friendly American couple gave me a ride for a bit).
Omega was great. It was pretty slow, so I had the dorm area to myself. The food was awesome; I ate only the German food. I spent my first day there hiking-running. In the morning I jogged to the park entrance and then hiked to the waterfall.
There were a ton of reptiles and amphibians, but I didn´t see any monkeys or jaguars. I saw a frog that was larger than me (almost), and a lot of lizards. The waterfall was about 60m tall, and the hike was a nice loop instead of the usual out and back. Later in the afternoon, I ran until I found a trail that followed the river. I saw a toucan and a lot more lizards, and some great views of the river.
The next day I did a river trek and rafting trip. First we walked-swam-climbed upstream. We did some cliff jumping, including a 35 foot jump. Then we floated down some rapids in our life preservers before getting on our rafts. The rafting had a pretty steady current with a few decent falls. There was nothing harder than Old Smokey on the Wolf River in Wisconsin though.
Traveling
I left early this morning and arrived in Gracias about 12 hours later. I navigated to my 3 buses pretty well and even found a decent hostel for 7.5$ here in Gracias. Tomorrow and the next day I am planning on hiking to the Celaque Summit, the highest point in Honduras (2849m), with an elevation gain of 1500m from the visitors center.
The Cayos
Hola everyone, this is my first update since departing Utila. Six of us volunteers left Friday morning for Cayos Menor, one of the larger islands of the Cayos Cachinos (Hog Islands).
We stayed in a small lodge in a Garifunan village. In the village there were about a dozen small houses and a short road. It was mostly a fishing village, and our lodge was the only thing there remotely approaching touristy. There was one person who spoke English, and no stores, restaurants, etc. It was pretty cool to be so secluded, but it also proved difficult at times, since no one in our group spoke much Spanish (at least not more than me).Rusty brought us to Cayos Menor on his sailboat, which took about 4.5 hours. We did some snorkeling out of his boat when we got there, and eventually a canoe with a tiny motor brought us to our lodge. I was certain that we would tip the entire time, but we got there.
The islands and surrounding reef are all protected, so there is very little in development. We tried to hike by ourselves, but were told we had to take a guide. Our first hike was led by a couple of kids, but on our next one, an experienced guide showed us around. We saw at least a half dozen pink boas the islands are famous for.
Somehow, I managed to catch a 1.5 hour canoe ride to the mainland with a local. The one guy that spoke English on the island was a lot of help.
Pico Bonito y Rio Cangrejal
After waiting in Nuevo Armenia 2 hours for the bus, I arrived in La Ceiba. I started walking to my destination, Omega Tours, thinking that a bus would pass sooner or later. It didn´t, so I walked 8 of the 10km (a friendly American couple gave me a ride for a bit).
Omega was great. It was pretty slow, so I had the dorm area to myself. The food was awesome; I ate only the German food. I spent my first day there hiking-running. In the morning I jogged to the park entrance and then hiked to the waterfall.
There were a ton of reptiles and amphibians, but I didn´t see any monkeys or jaguars. I saw a frog that was larger than me (almost), and a lot of lizards. The waterfall was about 60m tall, and the hike was a nice loop instead of the usual out and back. Later in the afternoon, I ran until I found a trail that followed the river. I saw a toucan and a lot more lizards, and some great views of the river. The next day I did a river trek and rafting trip. First we walked-swam-climbed upstream. We did some cliff jumping, including a 35 foot jump. Then we floated down some rapids in our life preservers before getting on our rafts. The rafting had a pretty steady current with a few decent falls. There was nothing harder than Old Smokey on the Wolf River in Wisconsin though.
Traveling
I left early this morning and arrived in Gracias about 12 hours later. I navigated to my 3 buses pretty well and even found a decent hostel for 7.5$ here in Gracias. Tomorrow and the next day I am planning on hiking to the Celaque Summit, the highest point in Honduras (2849m), with an elevation gain of 1500m from the visitors center.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Scubadiving and more
SCUBA
I´m about 95% done with my getting my PADI open water SCUBA Diving certification. All I have left is the written exam, which is very easy. The class is built for a 10 year old to be able to understand, so everything in the written portion is very simple.
The practical part of the class was really fun. I was being trained with one other guy, Marco, from Finland, who was in his 50s. My instructor was very helpful, and I responded to the water pretty weel. The first lesson was just off the dock, and we did some basic stuf - took the mask off and on under water, find your regulator (gives you air) underwater if it falls off, etc.
The deep water training went well. We got down to about 50 feet the first day, and 60 feet the second. The biggest thing going deep was making sure to equalize every meter or so (like you unpop your ears). We did some underwater swimming without the mask and practiced some emergency accents. Overall, everything was pretty easy if you remember that you can just relax and breathe while doing it.
During the practice dives I saw a lobster, garden eels, a stingray, a school of baby squid, and a hawksbill sea turtle, amongst some awesome coral. I have two free fun dives to do, and after that I will probably do a couple more while on the island. Its about 50$ for two dives, which is a pretty good deal considering the quality of the diving.
Around the Station
Last week was pretty slow due to the weather. For awhile, it looked like Hurrican Ida was going to hit us. It did do some damage near the Nicaragua and Honduras border, but we just got a lot of rain. Things were a little slow, but I tried to keep busy.
Thursday we played kickball again, which was a lot of fun. Thursday night we all picked a dish from our country. I chose to make stuffed green peppers, because I couldn´t think of any important food in the US that wasn´t just borrowed from somewhere else. They turned out pretty good. We also had a German chicken dish, some English food that I forgot the name of, a bunch of great Honduran food, a apple pie from Switzerland, a hot pineapple punch served con Ron, and traditional onion rings and deep fried snickers. We ate for over 2 hours, spread over multiple courses. The main challenge was fitting everything into one small oven with only one grate.
This week work will pick up again. The station is builing a classroom for our education projects, and we will start building that this week. Additionally, I am writing a couple short reports on animals to be used for a lesson plan for kids. My first one is on the hucksbill sea turtle!
Running
Running here is a lot of fun, but its definitely challenging at times. Its not uncommon for there to be some non-running breaks required. My favorite run so far involves running west about 18 minutes, swimming across the canal for about 2 minutes, and then continuing west. West of the canal is almost completely undeveloped, with just one road heading parallal to the coast, about a quarter mile inland. The road is about as wide as an ATV trail, and cuts through a mangrove swampt. Due to the rain, some parts were flooded at least six inches.
The other runs I do all are based off the main road that goes to the airport. The airport has just one plane that goes back and forth from the mainland. Once I had to wait for the plane to land, but usually I can just run along the runway and cut over to the beach.
Last week I was able to put in 59.5 miles, off of 7 days of running (range 5.5-12, avg 8.5, 11 days straight) .
Next Up
This week I will be making a trek to Rock Harbour, on the other side of the island. We will be collecting some iguana food and exploreing the mangrove labrynth. Thursday we´re going to one of the Cays off the coast to celebrate one of the Doro´s, one of the volunteers, birthday.
I think I will be leaving the station just before Thanksgiving. That will give me about 3.5-4 works for traveling. My initial plans are to head to Pico Bonito National Park, just south of the mainland ferry port, for a few days. There I will hike, and hopefully see a jaguar. Then, I think I will take a bus across the country to Copan. At Copan, I will go to the ruins, and do some more hiking in the national parks near there. There is a peak of 2400m just east of Copan. Following that, I think I will go the 10 miles west into Guatemala and explore a bit there. The southeast coast of Belize isn´t much further, but I don´t know if I will venture that far.
Adios!
Go Badgers!
Leave a comment, por favor!
I´m about 95% done with my getting my PADI open water SCUBA Diving certification. All I have left is the written exam, which is very easy. The class is built for a 10 year old to be able to understand, so everything in the written portion is very simple.
The practical part of the class was really fun. I was being trained with one other guy, Marco, from Finland, who was in his 50s. My instructor was very helpful, and I responded to the water pretty weel. The first lesson was just off the dock, and we did some basic stuf - took the mask off and on under water, find your regulator (gives you air) underwater if it falls off, etc.
The deep water training went well. We got down to about 50 feet the first day, and 60 feet the second. The biggest thing going deep was making sure to equalize every meter or so (like you unpop your ears). We did some underwater swimming without the mask and practiced some emergency accents. Overall, everything was pretty easy if you remember that you can just relax and breathe while doing it.
During the practice dives I saw a lobster, garden eels, a stingray, a school of baby squid, and a hawksbill sea turtle, amongst some awesome coral. I have two free fun dives to do, and after that I will probably do a couple more while on the island. Its about 50$ for two dives, which is a pretty good deal considering the quality of the diving.
Around the Station
Last week was pretty slow due to the weather. For awhile, it looked like Hurrican Ida was going to hit us. It did do some damage near the Nicaragua and Honduras border, but we just got a lot of rain. Things were a little slow, but I tried to keep busy.
Thursday we played kickball again, which was a lot of fun. Thursday night we all picked a dish from our country. I chose to make stuffed green peppers, because I couldn´t think of any important food in the US that wasn´t just borrowed from somewhere else. They turned out pretty good. We also had a German chicken dish, some English food that I forgot the name of, a bunch of great Honduran food, a apple pie from Switzerland, a hot pineapple punch served con Ron, and traditional onion rings and deep fried snickers. We ate for over 2 hours, spread over multiple courses. The main challenge was fitting everything into one small oven with only one grate.
This week work will pick up again. The station is builing a classroom for our education projects, and we will start building that this week. Additionally, I am writing a couple short reports on animals to be used for a lesson plan for kids. My first one is on the hucksbill sea turtle!
Running
Running here is a lot of fun, but its definitely challenging at times. Its not uncommon for there to be some non-running breaks required. My favorite run so far involves running west about 18 minutes, swimming across the canal for about 2 minutes, and then continuing west. West of the canal is almost completely undeveloped, with just one road heading parallal to the coast, about a quarter mile inland. The road is about as wide as an ATV trail, and cuts through a mangrove swampt. Due to the rain, some parts were flooded at least six inches.
The other runs I do all are based off the main road that goes to the airport. The airport has just one plane that goes back and forth from the mainland. Once I had to wait for the plane to land, but usually I can just run along the runway and cut over to the beach.
Last week I was able to put in 59.5 miles, off of 7 days of running (range 5.5-12, avg 8.5, 11 days straight) .
Next Up
This week I will be making a trek to Rock Harbour, on the other side of the island. We will be collecting some iguana food and exploreing the mangrove labrynth. Thursday we´re going to one of the Cays off the coast to celebrate one of the Doro´s, one of the volunteers, birthday.
I think I will be leaving the station just before Thanksgiving. That will give me about 3.5-4 works for traveling. My initial plans are to head to Pico Bonito National Park, just south of the mainland ferry port, for a few days. There I will hike, and hopefully see a jaguar. Then, I think I will take a bus across the country to Copan. At Copan, I will go to the ruins, and do some more hiking in the national parks near there. There is a peak of 2400m just east of Copan. Following that, I think I will go the 10 miles west into Guatemala and explore a bit there. The southeast coast of Belize isn´t much further, but I don´t know if I will venture that far.
Adios!
Go Badgers!
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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Hola!
Halloween here was pretty sweet. I didn´t know if it would be celebrated at all, but its actually pretty big. We went on a Booze Cruise one of the bars put on, and a bunch of us dressed up. My costume was a little weak (I just wore devil horns I found), but at least I tried. Some people went all out, and there were a lot of kids trick or treating. It wasn´t the same as Madison, but it was also nice that I could wear shorts and celebrate on a dock on the ocean.
Yesterday, we planned on going on a hike into the mangroves to explore and collect iguana food, but since the mosquitos are epically bad we decided to wait for another day. Last night´s and today´s rain will hopefully help that. So instead we continued clearing out and burning a brush pile. Starting fires is pretty fun, so I´m alright with that.
Later on I went snorkeling with a couple other volunteers. This was by far the best snorkel spot I´ve seen thus far, and will probably head back there again later this week. Its a bit far, and with 4 bikes that barely have breaks and gears, it is a little difficult to get to. The highlights were seeing a octopus and a baloon fish, which I have never seen before. Here´s a pretty picture:
On tuesdays a restaurant called the Wooden Spoon holds a fish talk, so we went to that again, this week´s subject was fish around Utila. Again, it was very interesting and the host insanely animated and enjoyed mimicing fish´s mating habits. They served lasagna and it was pretty good.
This morning, we measured and weighed a few of the adult iguanas. We tried to do it early before they were too active, but they were still pretty fiesty. They bite, but I´ve been lucky so far.
Here´s one of our few green iguanas, with only one arm:
In other news, I´ve been reading and hammocking a lot. I already finished Assassination Vacation, Fargo Rock City, Memories of my Melancholy Whores, Chapters 1-3 of the SCUBA dive textbook, and am almost done with a mediocre Agatha Christie book.
Random photo from a Bob Marley themed restuarant (Forrest Gump!):
(Photos take a long time to upload, one of these days I will put a lot up though)
Yesterday, we planned on going on a hike into the mangroves to explore and collect iguana food, but since the mosquitos are epically bad we decided to wait for another day. Last night´s and today´s rain will hopefully help that. So instead we continued clearing out and burning a brush pile. Starting fires is pretty fun, so I´m alright with that.
Later on I went snorkeling with a couple other volunteers. This was by far the best snorkel spot I´ve seen thus far, and will probably head back there again later this week. Its a bit far, and with 4 bikes that barely have breaks and gears, it is a little difficult to get to. The highlights were seeing a octopus and a baloon fish, which I have never seen before. Here´s a pretty picture:
On tuesdays a restaurant called the Wooden Spoon holds a fish talk, so we went to that again, this week´s subject was fish around Utila. Again, it was very interesting and the host insanely animated and enjoyed mimicing fish´s mating habits. They served lasagna and it was pretty good.
This morning, we measured and weighed a few of the adult iguanas. We tried to do it early before they were too active, but they were still pretty fiesty. They bite, but I´ve been lucky so far.
Here´s one of our few green iguanas, with only one arm:
In other news, I´ve been reading and hammocking a lot. I already finished Assassination Vacation, Fargo Rock City, Memories of my Melancholy Whores, Chapters 1-3 of the SCUBA dive textbook, and am almost done with a mediocre Agatha Christie book.
Random photo from a Bob Marley themed restuarant (Forrest Gump!):
(Photos take a long time to upload, one of these days I will put a lot up though)
Friday, October 30, 2009
Tomfoolery
Well, with at most 4 hours a day of work, there is a lot of free time. At first I wasn't planning on doing any Scuba Diving, since its 250$, and sortof expensive. However, hearing about how awesome it is here, and the fact its ONLY 250$ I'm going to sign up soon. I'll probably wait until next week, so I can schedule it with my volunteering. Its about 2-3 training sessions with some videos/books/etc. You get in the water on day one and start at a dock. Price also includes 2 free fun dives. After that, I'll be certified for awhile, and will probably make at least 2-3 more dives.
Most nights so far we've gone out to dinner and to a couple bars afterwards. The meals are not too expensive considering the quality of food, but since they cater to tourists and a lot of the diving groups here, they aren't cheap. Beer is decent (3 brands, take that Nicaragua!) and is almost always $1.50. Good rum is also pretty cheap. One dinner included a "Fish Talk" led by an eccentric Englishman; the topic was invertebrates, and it was very entertaining.
Scientific discussion+pretty undersea pictures+meat+rum=a pretty good time.
One of the bars, according to my guidebook was "Dr. Seussian", as it was up a spiral staircase and in the trees, with walkways to tables, and a main bar area in the middle.
While there I heard Jump Around on the radio; after struggling to explain the Camp Randall tradition, I think I further convinced everyone that Wisconsin is pretty strange (although I usually just say I'm from the US or Chicago, its much easier).
Yesterday we had most of the day off. The head honcho at the Iguana Station, Monica, organized a kickball game against some of the locals (bartenders, dive instructors). Only a couple people on my team had played before, and I told the others that it was just like baseball.
I just assumed baseball knowledge was universal, as a more in-depth explanation was needed. I left out the part about the infield fly rule. Despite barely grasping the rules and half of our players smoking while in the field we did pretty well and almost won.
After a short siesta/lunch, we made it to the beach and lounged around for a few hours. It was a really nice beach, but not great for swimming. We attempted to snorkel, but it was too shallow and the waves were too strong. It was a lot of fun, but I got destroyed by sandflies.
I'm headed off to do some grocery shopping and to jump in the ocean before some more work, adios!
(Note: I will do a better job of including photos later, but here's some from flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/44191281@N06/
Most nights so far we've gone out to dinner and to a couple bars afterwards. The meals are not too expensive considering the quality of food, but since they cater to tourists and a lot of the diving groups here, they aren't cheap. Beer is decent (3 brands, take that Nicaragua!) and is almost always $1.50. Good rum is also pretty cheap. One dinner included a "Fish Talk" led by an eccentric Englishman; the topic was invertebrates, and it was very entertaining.
Scientific discussion+pretty undersea pictures+meat+rum=a pretty good time.
One of the bars, according to my guidebook was "Dr. Seussian", as it was up a spiral staircase and in the trees, with walkways to tables, and a main bar area in the middle.
While there I heard Jump Around on the radio; after struggling to explain the Camp Randall tradition, I think I further convinced everyone that Wisconsin is pretty strange (although I usually just say I'm from the US or Chicago, its much easier).
Yesterday we had most of the day off. The head honcho at the Iguana Station, Monica, organized a kickball game against some of the locals (bartenders, dive instructors). Only a couple people on my team had played before, and I told the others that it was just like baseball.
I just assumed baseball knowledge was universal, as a more in-depth explanation was needed. I left out the part about the infield fly rule. Despite barely grasping the rules and half of our players smoking while in the field we did pretty well and almost won.
After a short siesta/lunch, we made it to the beach and lounged around for a few hours. It was a really nice beach, but not great for swimming. We attempted to snorkel, but it was too shallow and the waves were too strong. It was a lot of fun, but I got destroyed by sandflies.I'm headed off to do some grocery shopping and to jump in the ocean before some more work, adios!
(Note: I will do a better job of including photos later, but here's some from flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/44191281@N06/
The Station
Until late November/Early December, I'm residing at the Iguana Station in Utila. Also at the station are 6 other volunteers. There are three people from Germany who came here together, one person from Scotland, one from England, and one from Honduras. Another volunteer from Honduras is arriving here shortly. All are around 22-24 years old. I share a room with John, from Scotland. There is a lot of space, and a nice balcony area with a few hammocks. Also, we have access to a kitchen.
On site, there are about 10 large iguana cages. Three are filled with ~60 yearlings each, and the rest have just a few. The station has a breeding program, and releases half of the newborns right away, and care for the other half.
Work is pretty easy so far. The general plan for a weekday is work from 8-11, long break, and then work again around 2 for awhile. Most of the jobs are pretty easy and involve cleaning/feeding. We dug a bunch of 1m deep holes to prepare for a building addition, which proved to be pretty difficult due to the hard soil. Other than that, nothing has been too labor impressive. I think we have weekends pretty free, except for feeding in the mornign.
(Pictures added soon)
On site, there are about 10 large iguana cages. Three are filled with ~60 yearlings each, and the rest have just a few. The station has a breeding program, and releases half of the newborns right away, and care for the other half.
Work is pretty easy so far. The general plan for a weekday is work from 8-11, long break, and then work again around 2 for awhile. Most of the jobs are pretty easy and involve cleaning/feeding. We dug a bunch of 1m deep holes to prepare for a building addition, which proved to be pretty difficult due to the hard soil. Other than that, nothing has been too labor impressive. I think we have weekends pretty free, except for feeding in the mornign.
(Pictures added soon)
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Getting There
So, I arrived in Utila, Honduras successfully, and it only took 26 hours.
I had some confusion about my flight, as travelocity told me Taca airlines switched a bunch of stuff. My first flight was supposed to go to El Salvador, but the only flight leaving O'hare on Taca was to Guatamala City, and it had the same flight number. I figured it was close enough.
Turns out my place just made a stop in GC, and some people got on/off. I just stayed on for the 20 minute to El Salvador. Then I had a short layover to San Pedro (I think), and headed to La Ceiba. I had 4+ hours until the ferry left. I wanted to get some authentic Honduran food, but I also wanted AC, so I went to some Pollo place. I foolishly tried to break a 500L note (25$), but that's all the ATM took.
La Ceiba was decent. I don't know if I would want to spend much time there though. There aren't many tourists/not many where I was. I haggled successfully to reach downtown from the airport. However, some dude grabbed by bag after explaining where the bus stop was. He refused to not help me carry it, and complained when I gave him only 10L for the help.
So, I'm 1-1 for interacting with people.
I reached the ferry 2 hours early, 3 hours if you count that it was an hour late. I spent the time reading Assassination Vacation and drinking FANTA. After the hour ferry, I finally arrived at Utila around 6:30 local time (7:30 central).
My living arrangement is pretty sweet, as is the Iguana Station. Sleeping under a mosquito net will take some getting used to. I will write more later, and post some pictures.
I had some confusion about my flight, as travelocity told me Taca airlines switched a bunch of stuff. My first flight was supposed to go to El Salvador, but the only flight leaving O'hare on Taca was to Guatamala City, and it had the same flight number. I figured it was close enough.
Turns out my place just made a stop in GC, and some people got on/off. I just stayed on for the 20 minute to El Salvador. Then I had a short layover to San Pedro (I think), and headed to La Ceiba. I had 4+ hours until the ferry left. I wanted to get some authentic Honduran food, but I also wanted AC, so I went to some Pollo place. I foolishly tried to break a 500L note (25$), but that's all the ATM took.
La Ceiba was decent. I don't know if I would want to spend much time there though. There aren't many tourists/not many where I was. I haggled successfully to reach downtown from the airport. However, some dude grabbed by bag after explaining where the bus stop was. He refused to not help me carry it, and complained when I gave him only 10L for the help.
So, I'm 1-1 for interacting with people.
I reached the ferry 2 hours early, 3 hours if you count that it was an hour late. I spent the time reading Assassination Vacation and drinking FANTA. After the hour ferry, I finally arrived at Utila around 6:30 local time (7:30 central).
My living arrangement is pretty sweet, as is the Iguana Station. Sleeping under a mosquito net will take some getting used to. I will write more later, and post some pictures.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Blanco en Hondurasland, eh?
Roughly 51 days from now, I will be waiting at the bus stop (6pm) to go to Chicago (9pm), where my flight leaves the following morning (3am). Roughly 6 hours later, I will be landing roughly on the world's second smallest international runway in Tegucigalpa, Honduras (9:30am). This follows a layover in Guatemala, and precedes one more flight to my almost-final destination of La Ceiba, Honduras (1:30pm).
Nailing the locomotion modes trifecta for the third time this year, I will be taking the ferry to Utila, Honduras the following day. On this tiny bay island, I will be residing at and working for the Iguana Station conservation project. There, I hope to volunteer 4-6 weeks, and then tour northeastern Honduras for my remaining time there.
Why Honduras? Well, I didn't take a year off from school to park ranger, and after my time in Nicaragua, I have wanted to explore more of Central America. The bay islands are the safest part of Honduras, and Utila looks to have the right balance of charm and accessibility.
This will be my only update for a long time, but I hope to update at least once a week while I'm gone. I depart October 26th, and return December 21st.
-DW
Nailing the locomotion modes trifecta for the third time this year, I will be taking the ferry to Utila, Honduras the following day. On this tiny bay island, I will be residing at and working for the Iguana Station conservation project. There, I hope to volunteer 4-6 weeks, and then tour northeastern Honduras for my remaining time there.
Why Honduras? Well, I didn't take a year off from school to park ranger, and after my time in Nicaragua, I have wanted to explore more of Central America. The bay islands are the safest part of Honduras, and Utila looks to have the right balance of charm and accessibility.
This will be my only update for a long time, but I hope to update at least once a week while I'm gone. I depart October 26th, and return December 21st.
-DW
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