Talk to some of the locals in the market. The locals here will give you all kinds of information and many are eager to learn about you and where you come from as well. I find many of the people tending to booths are more likely to talk if you make a purchase (even just a very small one). Start a conversation on whatever you just purchased, or about the market, or life in Antigua! Just get the courage to talk! The same goes for photos. Don't just walk up and snap pictures of them in the market working. It is considered rude. How would you feel if someone did it to you? Uncomfortable? Annoyed? Well, they are human beings too so respect their privacy as you would your own. I usually make a purchase and then ask politely if they mind if I take a photo. Most are accommodating but don't be offended if they decline.Read More
My heart pounding, I took several steps and then stopped to listen for any sounds that could tell me what was ahead. I heard nothing but the waves from the lake pounding against the rocks on the shore. I continued to walk down the path until I came to a small tunnel that was even darker. I could see there was a small sign with my hotel name on it but I was still leery of what was ahead. It was very hot and I was sweating. Suddenly something jumped out in front of me.Read More
The road was extremely muddy. It was a one lane road with no shoulder and large drop-offs on one side. It is basically the nightmare bus scenario where the bus rolls down the side of the mountain; a bus traveling down a one-lane, muddy road, with vehicles going in both directions, while the clouds are low enough they hit the road impairing visibility along with the current rainfall. Yes, there are photos below of that road (make sure to check them out). I did not take a photo of my underwear, however, since I and everyone else on the bus were shitting our pants.Read More
You can immediately see the difference in the landscape. I was so happy to finally be in Guatemala. You see, Guatemala was the country that made me want to travel through Central America. It was the gem of the region, or at least I was hoping!Read More
Later, a tall white guy, who was dressed like a farmer, got onto the bus during one of the stops in Belize. This man, whom I did not get to meet, sat next to Nicholas. The man said "When you get to Belize City get to your room. Make sure you get what you need right away and get back. Stay in your hotel after dark." Nicholas, Alena, and I looked at each other. The man then said, "Belize City is not safe at night."
And there it was...the dark cloud over the city. The tone had been set.Read More
I knew that stepping on to that plane was the point of no return. Nothing would ever be the same again. "What was it going to be like?" "Was I going to be in danger?" "Would I ever return?" "Would I see my family ever again?" These were just some of the thoughts that were running through my head.Read More