last few days were good fun, as my mom likes to say. couldnt really find any convincing reason to leave lake atitlan until it was really really necessary, which therefore led to a marathon-esque return home. the play by play: 12pm take the boat to san pedro from san marcos and hope to god we can pull some money out of the atm or else we stuck up the poo poo creek. 1pm: with pockets full of quetzales hop on the bus towards antigua. 5 pm: get to antigua and meet up with freaky cool mayan buffs an aussie and a brit. 1am: go to sleep after drinking much with said freaky mayan buffs. 4 am: bleary dreary shuttle ride to copan. 9am: honduran customs peoples try and explain to me why going to guatemala doesnt count as leaving the country and therefore i have overstayed my visa and should not be allowed back in. 9:10am: honduran customs peoples get tired of listening to me and let me back in. 10:30 am: arrive at copan. 12 noon: go to the ruins of copan. 3:30 pm: leave ruins of copan. 5 pm: get on bus towards san pedro sula. 9 pm: arrive in san pedro sula and scurry to the closest hotel which used to be nice and comfy accdg to the bobo book but is now a total piece of decrepit shit. 8 am: wake up and try and leave said hotel to find that the front door is locked and noone is around. 8:30 am: after banging on the door and everything else finally some guy on the street calls the owner -god knows how he knows her-and she scurrys over in a taxi and lets us out. 9:30 am: back at hotel send cousin off in taxi to airport. 10 am: go back to the office and finish up some work.
well now i am in a medium sized town known as siguatepeque looking for a dude named oscar ochoa who has info that will lead me to the next clue in the game of life.
exciting isnt it...
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Saturday, August 26, 2006
freaky mayans
been trompsing around for almost 2 weeks w my 17 year old cousin, a fresh graduate from high school on his way to collegio if he doesnt talk himself out of it and go to culinary school. hes a cool kid, reminds me a lot of myself when i was younger, but he is much more mature and much less of a nutcase than i was. speaking of nutcases there is a freaky older gringa here in some kind of white mumu dress probably fresh from the las pyramides meditation joint who is getting stressed out by the freaky mayans inability to get the other computers to work.
the mayans arent really freaky, its the gringos. the mayans are about as mellow as it gets. its cool they really arent much over 4 feet tall so they often row their boats standing up. super nice people. kinda look at all the gringos with funny expressions, like how did people this retarted get so rich.
so guatemala is pretty toursity, so much so that i have been hard pressed to find some real guatemalan food. all that shit about just eating rice and beans - tell me where, i have to just about beg and steal to get some.
right now we are at lake atitlan, as beautiful a place as exists in this world and probably the next couple as well. minus the freaky evangelists on their loudspeakers, tho if you tune out enough it sounds vaguely similar to the musical droning that comes out of mosques in arabian lands, which i like.
we were in a town called san pedro for a few nites, freaky gringo central, piercing / person ratio well over 5 i would say, zombielandia, tho some rather cute zombies not the living dead variety. moved across the lake to a much mellower town called san marcos. got some nice cliffs here to jump off, did a 50 footer no shit yesterday, dove off a 15 footer, new goal is to cliff dive. well yeah you can just fling yourself off a cliff and hoep for the best, but being that i wasnt all that graceful in just jumping, i think i should opt for a more formal approach.
so the cuz goes back on tues meaning we gots some miles to cover and then i go back to figuring out the next move in the freaky chess game that i got going on with myself.
be seeing some of yall sooner and some later. much love
the mayans arent really freaky, its the gringos. the mayans are about as mellow as it gets. its cool they really arent much over 4 feet tall so they often row their boats standing up. super nice people. kinda look at all the gringos with funny expressions, like how did people this retarted get so rich.
so guatemala is pretty toursity, so much so that i have been hard pressed to find some real guatemalan food. all that shit about just eating rice and beans - tell me where, i have to just about beg and steal to get some.
right now we are at lake atitlan, as beautiful a place as exists in this world and probably the next couple as well. minus the freaky evangelists on their loudspeakers, tho if you tune out enough it sounds vaguely similar to the musical droning that comes out of mosques in arabian lands, which i like.
we were in a town called san pedro for a few nites, freaky gringo central, piercing / person ratio well over 5 i would say, zombielandia, tho some rather cute zombies not the living dead variety. moved across the lake to a much mellower town called san marcos. got some nice cliffs here to jump off, did a 50 footer no shit yesterday, dove off a 15 footer, new goal is to cliff dive. well yeah you can just fling yourself off a cliff and hoep for the best, but being that i wasnt all that graceful in just jumping, i think i should opt for a more formal approach.
so the cuz goes back on tues meaning we gots some miles to cover and then i go back to figuring out the next move in the freaky chess game that i got going on with myself.
be seeing some of yall sooner and some later. much love
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
the danger zone
hot tv nite yesterday, started it up with top gun around 10. being that my memory is terrible its funny that i have some kind of strange space in my brain where i really remember watching that movie 20 odd years ago. Goose dying didnt get me to cry this time but the take my breath away scene is still hot, well filmed. then i switched to an amazing soccer game between a brazilian team and a paraguayan team, and during halftime discovered on the very next channel a fascinatingly pathetic documentary abt a stripper named cashmere, the nasty dude who is her big $$ customer, and her boyfriend who had the most laughable labrette piercing ever.
nuff said. now, today, i have been once again taught that age old computer lesson that i learned in 4th grade when i lost my copy of my paper on jamestown that my sister mostly wrote. no the lesson is not that you shouldnt lie steal or cheat or have your sister do your work for you, but that you best back your shit up. i put the finishing touches on the database the day before yesterday, went to make the backup copy today, and the damn computer turned into a pumpkin overnite. no shit. aint that a bitch.
well i guess i´ll come back and finish it up again after guatemala. laughable really. all that i really care about is for ms atlanta to write but whatever happens happens.
nuff said. now, today, i have been once again taught that age old computer lesson that i learned in 4th grade when i lost my copy of my paper on jamestown that my sister mostly wrote. no the lesson is not that you shouldnt lie steal or cheat or have your sister do your work for you, but that you best back your shit up. i put the finishing touches on the database the day before yesterday, went to make the backup copy today, and the damn computer turned into a pumpkin overnite. no shit. aint that a bitch.
well i guess i´ll come back and finish it up again after guatemala. laughable really. all that i really care about is for ms atlanta to write but whatever happens happens.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
plastic
today nothing in particular reminded me of last week, when the wife of santiago, a mildly conniving lady who cooks and takes care of the centro de capacitacion and whose name i forget, saw the brand new plastic box they had brought up for the kitchen at the centro. it was tupperware like, about 12"x10"x6", clear plastic, with a blue lid, and from her voice as she talked about it, her body language - the way she touched it and looked at it, her total admiration for the beauty and utility of this piece of modern alchemy was unmistakably clear.
Monday, August 14, 2006
here i go again
last day of work! well i thought my cuz was showing up tomorow but b-c he is coming from bumfuck ND he is leaving tomorrow but dont get here till weds, but tomorrow i just eat ice cream.
a lovely week with the gringos, many of whom came from the high school where dead poets society was filmed. they have a "pond" the crew team rows on. the kids were cool and calm, were remarkably into the whole thing even the homestay which had a bathroom straight out of the slums of india and a small pig-farming operation, which smelled like a lot of pigs.
the fun part came when we somehow aquired 2 chickas gone awol from a church trip, who couldnt handle the evangelicals and the no drinking dancing etc. Not your average churchgoers, one of them a hippie goat farmer and the other a 3/4 crazy 6 foot 3 half jewish half irish redhead lesbian into sex clubs and bdsm. the goat farmers mom is the lesbians pastor.
so we had some good conversations in the back of the pickup, and it was pretty funny the encounters with the group of high school and a few college gringos and our new friends. as for the work part of the trip we hauled some cinderblocks way way way uphill to where these fellas are building a small holding tank to irrigate some veggies, which was lots of fun as everything was muddy and many peoples were sliding everywhere and getting muddy. then when it was time to leave the truck couldnt get up to the house so we had to go honduran and tie some ropes to the axle and bull the son of a dog up the hill. amazingly enough you can do that and it works.
so then we all went to the mayan ruins of copan to chill for the weekend. things got fun, the lesbian and i had some hot dirty dancing, sat around and did plenty of nothing and kept happy.
so weds i am off to guatemala for 2 weeks, then 2 weeks more and i am back in the land of the overgrown apes.
will close with some inspirational words:
I don't know where I'm goin but I sure know where I've been hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday. An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time but here I go again, here I go again. Tho' I keep searching for an answer I never seem to find what I'm looking for. Oh Lord, I pray you give me strength to carry on 'cos I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams. Here I go again on my own goin' down the only road I've ever known. Like a drifter I was born to walk alone. An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time. Just another heart in need of rescue waiting on love's sweet charity an' I'm gonna hold on for the rest of my days 'cos I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams. Here I go again on my own goin' down the only road I've ever known. Like a hobo I was born to walk alone. An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time but here I go again, here I go again, here I go again, here I go. An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time. Here I go again on my own goin' down the only road I've ever known. Like a drifter I was born to walk alone 'cos I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams. Here I go again on my own goin' down the only road I've ever known. Like a drifter I was born to walk alone. An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time but here I go again, here I go again, here I go again, here I go, here I go again
a lovely week with the gringos, many of whom came from the high school where dead poets society was filmed. they have a "pond" the crew team rows on. the kids were cool and calm, were remarkably into the whole thing even the homestay which had a bathroom straight out of the slums of india and a small pig-farming operation, which smelled like a lot of pigs.
the fun part came when we somehow aquired 2 chickas gone awol from a church trip, who couldnt handle the evangelicals and the no drinking dancing etc. Not your average churchgoers, one of them a hippie goat farmer and the other a 3/4 crazy 6 foot 3 half jewish half irish redhead lesbian into sex clubs and bdsm. the goat farmers mom is the lesbians pastor.
so we had some good conversations in the back of the pickup, and it was pretty funny the encounters with the group of high school and a few college gringos and our new friends. as for the work part of the trip we hauled some cinderblocks way way way uphill to where these fellas are building a small holding tank to irrigate some veggies, which was lots of fun as everything was muddy and many peoples were sliding everywhere and getting muddy. then when it was time to leave the truck couldnt get up to the house so we had to go honduran and tie some ropes to the axle and bull the son of a dog up the hill. amazingly enough you can do that and it works.
so then we all went to the mayan ruins of copan to chill for the weekend. things got fun, the lesbian and i had some hot dirty dancing, sat around and did plenty of nothing and kept happy.
so weds i am off to guatemala for 2 weeks, then 2 weeks more and i am back in the land of the overgrown apes.
will close with some inspirational words:
I don't know where I'm goin but I sure know where I've been hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday. An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time but here I go again, here I go again. Tho' I keep searching for an answer I never seem to find what I'm looking for. Oh Lord, I pray you give me strength to carry on 'cos I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams. Here I go again on my own goin' down the only road I've ever known. Like a drifter I was born to walk alone. An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time. Just another heart in need of rescue waiting on love's sweet charity an' I'm gonna hold on for the rest of my days 'cos I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams. Here I go again on my own goin' down the only road I've ever known. Like a hobo I was born to walk alone. An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time but here I go again, here I go again, here I go again, here I go. An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time. Here I go again on my own goin' down the only road I've ever known. Like a drifter I was born to walk alone 'cos I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams. Here I go again on my own goin' down the only road I've ever known. Like a drifter I was born to walk alone. An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time but here I go again, here I go again, here I go again, here I go, here I go again
Friday, August 04, 2006
island in the sun
i need to pack, heading back out to the bush soon for a week. new group o gringos on their way.
got back weds am from a truly spectacular week on roatan, the yang side of honduras. beaches, bikinis, pina coladas, scuba diving kind of thing. went diving there and i finally understand why people do it, tho i still think divers by and large are a wierd lot.
it felt like gravity lightenend up a bit around there, and people kind of float around lazily. i felt so mellow i even turned down some ganga. granted it involved hanging out with a crazy ass mom who plays drinking games with her 20 year old slutty ass daughter, which influenced the decision, but still thats a first.
well if i hadnt met this dream of a girl on the bus i may well have gone off and gotten acquainted with the slutty daughter but things were not destined to turn out that way. see i made a remarkably dimwitted move and left my duffel bag w my yoga mat, sunscreen, and flip flops on the minibus into the center of town. after punching a few things in a most untranquil manner, i then had to walk about for an hour trying to find the stuff i needed and get back on my way. so beacuse of that i missed the 10:00 bus and got on the 11:00 bus, where in front of me sat a girl, tall, with curly brown hair, from atlanta so having a slight southern drawl, and being in a friendly mood i asked her if she was going to the islands, and the long and short of it is we spent much time together over the next week and the universe lavished all kinds of good vibes upon my world and for this i am happy. i am now looking for a good voodoo witch doctor to help take care of any doubts she may have. should have cut off a lock of hair...
so im off to pack and off to the cut for a week.
got back weds am from a truly spectacular week on roatan, the yang side of honduras. beaches, bikinis, pina coladas, scuba diving kind of thing. went diving there and i finally understand why people do it, tho i still think divers by and large are a wierd lot.
it felt like gravity lightenend up a bit around there, and people kind of float around lazily. i felt so mellow i even turned down some ganga. granted it involved hanging out with a crazy ass mom who plays drinking games with her 20 year old slutty ass daughter, which influenced the decision, but still thats a first.
well if i hadnt met this dream of a girl on the bus i may well have gone off and gotten acquainted with the slutty daughter but things were not destined to turn out that way. see i made a remarkably dimwitted move and left my duffel bag w my yoga mat, sunscreen, and flip flops on the minibus into the center of town. after punching a few things in a most untranquil manner, i then had to walk about for an hour trying to find the stuff i needed and get back on my way. so beacuse of that i missed the 10:00 bus and got on the 11:00 bus, where in front of me sat a girl, tall, with curly brown hair, from atlanta so having a slight southern drawl, and being in a friendly mood i asked her if she was going to the islands, and the long and short of it is we spent much time together over the next week and the universe lavished all kinds of good vibes upon my world and for this i am happy. i am now looking for a good voodoo witch doctor to help take care of any doubts she may have. should have cut off a lock of hair...
so im off to pack and off to the cut for a week.
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