Closet Freaks and Tipdrills

After staying 8 days Matt finally agreed to letting me work for just two weeks instead of the usual three months.
Did baring and serving food during the days. on time off Tubaring was had, and night time was full of dancing, adjusting and consigiring.




So what im trying to say that it was the best job ever, and the people and most of the travelers were great.

Semuc Champey

In my three weeks in Lanquin, I made it to Semuc Champey three times. All three times = Amazing.
Natural limestone bridge that is about 300 meters wide with a river going under it. and above it are a series of pools of spectacular cleansing water.


People also jumped off a 12 meter bridge and we took giant swings into the river!


And getting spiritual....

I wish i had pictures of the caves we went into where you hold a candle as you swim through sweet and incredibly dangerous caves. some thing, like Pacaya, that would never be allowed in the states. I guess thats why Guatemala rules!

Election Day Riots

The whole month before the September 9th elections in Guatemala, houses, rocks, and streets had been painted in a variety of colors and signs representing one of the 20 or so probably corrupt political parties trying to get power on all levels of government.
Few people in Lanquin even cared about who was going to be president but were hopping to elect a new mayor, one who did not launder money, bribe other voters, or try to have the owner of El Retiro lynched. But this new guy lost, the incumbant mayor won, and at 3am, apparently about 6,000 people gathered int he town square and torched the municipal building, post office, and broke the windows of the bank.


Everyone's government papers, birth certificates and mail was burned and/or flew away with the breeze.
The streets were still and the people kept silent. an eerie and sad sight to see.

The Lanquin County Fair

on the way to Lanquin, a town in central Guatemala, and a great place to stay when visiting the pools of Semuc Champey, I hop on a bus and see Richard, Michiel, Esther, and Kerin. Sweet.
So we get to El Retiro Lodge, a lot of sweet cabins, on a river, with a great restaurant, bar, music store and sweet folks. First thing im thinking when i show up is, 'I'm tired of traveling and this looks like it would be a sweet place to work for the last three weeks of my trip.'

And even better, we showed up on the day of the annual rodeo and town fair. Now i've seen a few rodeos on tv before, but never live, so i was excited. and let me tell you something....I probably could have 'ridden' these cows just as well as most of the guys, who could barely make it out of the cage on the shocked, kicked and beaten cows.
...but it was cool seeing some dudes getting their ass kicked, an old man serenading us with cheesy ballads, and miss lanquin!
the fair was filled with tents for foosball, taco vendors, trying to get a coin on a plate for a Super Cola, and a ferris wheel operated manually.

all i gotta say is this...Chicken is Nice!

oh shit, and at midnight is was my birthday...word to 22!

Okay...Pacaya, the Active One

A one hour bus ride from Antigua, my group consisted of about 8 Israelis, 3 Spaniards, 2 other Americans, and a sweet guide.

oh here he is...

a 90 minute climb in the afternoon. and then a 10 minute climb down into the crater...

...screw this talking, lets see more photos...




...oh yea, i wanted to say..its really fuckin' that you sign no waivers regarding how dangerous this is and you are allowed to get as close to the lava as you'd like. probably a cool place to burn yourself to death if one feels so inclined.



and an added bonus was this surreal sunset!

Pacaya: The Active One...well a chicken bus story first

Sick of San Pedro's sleaze and excited that I could finally walk easily 23 days after the sting ray attack, I told everyone I was hanging out with that I needed out, especially since it was a perfect chance to climb Pacaya, an active volcano that lets you walk into a crater of extremely sharp, jagged black and silver volcanic rock with pockets of lava flowing around.

A hectic bus ride out of the lake valley leaving San Pedro left me in a bad mood. Knowing that the bus fare should be no more than 20 Quetzales, the dude tried to charge me 25. Now even though this is a difference of 75 cents, I still felt that this act was completely racist and un-called for. Even the old Mayan lady and dude next to me told me that they were paying 20 to go an hour further, all the way to Guate.
So I told the money collector off. He tried to kick me off the bus at an intersection at 4am, and then tried to tell me the cops were going to come on. But im not afraid of a frail 5 foot Guatemalan dude. So I got him where it hurt. Told Him that his actions were unjust and questioned, 'What would Jesus do?'
so he shut the fuck up and didnt bother me again.

oh...i forgot about the volcano