By , April 24, 2012 11:00 am

What follows is our best effort to answer the hundreds of questions we receive daily through facebook, twitter, and this blog about Central America. Okay you caught me, zero would be vastly more accurate than hundreds. Consider this a preemptive FAQ then. Whatever it is, we put it together after 9 months of travel through Central America, visiting every country except for Panama. Is Panama the exception to the rule then? I don’t know, but I doubt it.

Cost

First of all, how much does Central America cost? Using our budget lifestyle as an example, we can now answer that question. It cost us $49.98 CAD per day or $13,794 over 9 months including the airfare to get here, 3 months of scuba diving, and 6 weeks of Spanish classes.

Language

In Utila, Honduras; most of Belize; and much of Costa Rica they speak English. Everywhere else, they speak Spanish and only Spanish. To make your life a lot easier, we highly recommend listening to a “Learn Spanish” CD of some type before your trip.

If you want to take Spanish lessons, there are a number of good/cheap schools all over. Plan to take 6-8 weeks of 4 hour lessons 5  days per week for an introduction to all of the major language concepts. If you just want the “Learn Spanish” CD basics, 1-2 weeks should suffice.

The People

Just like anywhere else in the world, the variance in people is vast. We’ve met people that we describe as “beyond friendly… helpful even” and we’ve met people that made us feel like we were walking ATM machines.

One thing that did impress us was how little of a grudge the average person held against us for being Canadians who look and sound the same as our neighbours to the South. As nations, Canada and the USA have not been kind to Central America, and still are not. There are plenty of sweat shops and unsafe mines in operation today. But despite the wars and other problems North Americans have contributed to, the people don’t seem to hold us as individuals responsible.  At least not to our face, and that’s a good thing.

Accommodation

We stayed mostly in the cheapest hostels/inns that we could find. Internet access was about 50/50, free breakfasts were rare, and most rooms were nothing but a concrete box, just big enough to fit a bed into, and free from the blight of windows. In places, two dorm beds were cheaper than a private room and in other places the reverse was true. We stayed in dorms and private rooms indiscriminately depending on price. Our cheapest beds cost a combined $3.65 per night, the most expensive $45.93 with an average of $10.36 per night.

Toilets

They use the standard North American flush toilet with a few twists. Public washrooms cost money, so carry small change with you at all times. It’s not a bad idea to carry TP as well, because if you come across a free public toilet, it won’t have any.  Speaking of toilet paper… it does not go inside the toilet, it goes in the waste basket, and don’t forget it. Toilet seats seem to be optional.

Showers

Where the weather is warm, the showers are cold. In the highlands where the weather is cold, the showers are hot. Beware the electric shower heads. They work wonderfully well, so long as you don’t touch them while you are wet, for example when having a shower. Zap!

Bugs

The ones that amazed us were the ants. They seem to be everywhere, in everything, and there’s nothing you can do about them (except to get off their ant hills. They are biters). Mosquitoes don’t seem to be much of a problem except in heavily forested areas like Tikal, Guatemala, and Southern Mexico. They do carry malaria, but I think dengue seems to be the more common illness they spread around.

Transportation

You’ve got three options, first class bus, second class bus, and shuttle. The first class buses are spacious, air conditioned (to ridiculously cold temperatures – dress warmly), tv showing, modern buses with bathroom on board. They are a great option for longer trips between cities especially when you have to cross borders. A 6 hour ride, crossing one border will probably cost something like $25 per person.

Second class transportation can be made up of old school buses (most commonly referred to as chicken buses), or mini vans. They leave very frequently and stop everywhere, which is handy when you need to flag one down on the highway, but not so handy when you are in a hurry. They are crowded (standing room only most of the time), and are notorious for petty theft. They cost about half what first class transportation does, and are our preferred method of transportation for any distance less than 6 hours.

Finally there is the shuttle service. You book this from any travel agent. The cost is usually double that of your first class options, and the conditions are equally as crowded as the second class options. On the flip side, you have the privilege of sitting on the knee of another tourist instead of a local for the duration of your trip. We avoid these wherever possible, with the exception being trips through Guatemala City where they seem to be the preferred method of not getting robbed.

Food

Typical fare consists of rice, beans, and corn tortillas. Honduras has the Baleada (a made-fresh flour tortilla filled with beans, cheese and sometimes meat and veggies), Guatemala has the best tortillas, and El Salvador the amazing pupusa (worthy of poetry). Contrary to our own belief, food is not served overly spicy. Any heat the food has is served on the side in the form of pickled peppers/veggies or salsa. Most street vendors will ask you if you want picante (hot sauce) and if you don’t speak Spanish they generally assume the answer is no.

Shopping for food is best done in markets. There’s usually better selection of fresher local produce than what you will find in the Walmart-owned full-sized grocery stores. And it’s more fun to walk though a market.

Restaurants are everywhere. Again, the cheapest prepared food can be found in the market, for a little over $1 per plate at lunch time. Comedors and sodas usually offer cheap set plates for breakfast (eggs, beans, rice, fried plantains, and sometimes cheese) or lunch (meat, rice, beans, and “salad”).  If you go to a restaurant that serves international cuisine (read touristy place) you will be spending about $5 and up per meal. Tipping in local restaurants is purely optional. In the touristy restaurants, it’s expected and quite often you will find an extra 10% charge has been automatically added to your bill.

Weapons

Guns are everywhere. There are shotgun wielding security guards in front of every bank, fast food joint, and half of the stores in any city. Get used to seeing a lot of guns (the police and army have them too).

Personally, what bothers me more than guns are the machetes. Anyone who works outside will be carrying a machete. Most don’t bother buying a sheath for it, so you walk by a lot of people carrying brandished steel.

Crime

In total, we were pick-pocketed twice, losing a camera and a wallet with about $15 USD. Some of our luggage was stolen from an overhead compartment in a bus and Ashley’s mom had a bag lifted from the beach. Crimes of opportunity are a fact of life here, and you need to be careful.

Outside of our personal experience, we have met a few people who suffered more violent crimes. Several people have been robbed at knife/machete/gun point. One lady was sexually assaulted, and others have had their houses/tents broken into. Our general rule is to stay in after dark,and go out during the day. Restrictive, but you get used to it.

Currency

We always used local currency. Try to keep your small bills, as the large bills you get from the ATM’s can be near impossible to change.  We learned to be strategic about where to spend the big bills so we’d have change for the market and street vendors.

ATM’s are easy to find, but they don’t all work. If you can, bring two different bank cards from two different banks that use two different payment systems. We use TD Canada Trust, and INGDirect. When one doesn’t work, the other usually does.

Converting currency when crossing borders is easy. Someone will find you at the border and ask if you want to convert anything. The cost is steep (about 10% usually) so try to spend what you’ve got in cash before moving on to the next country. Outside of the country it’s printed in, you’ll find money worthless.  $USD are the exception.

If you plan on using VISA, expect there to be additional fees/taxes. Typically this can range anywhere from 4% to 8% depending on how big of a sucker you appear to be.

Shopping

Prices are always in local currency, don’t let those Belizians tell you it’s in US dollars. There are exceptions to every rule though, and some of the ultra touristy bars/hotels and most travel agents do list prices in USD.

“3X5” means three items for 5. This stumped us for a little while, as our educated brains kept doing the multiplication automatically arriving at an incorrect cost of 15 for one.

Electricity

If you are coming from Canada or the USA you are in luck. They use the same 110 volt, 60 Hz power we do, with the same plugs.

Drinking Water

Some hostels provide free drinking water, some don’t. In Costa Rica you can drink the tap water unless otherwise stated, the rest of the countries remain suspect in our mind. The cheapest way to buy water is in the 20L jugs. You’ll have to pay a returnable deposit on the bottle, and haul it back to your room.  The savings can be considerable. Remember, you should be drinking 2L each day. Minimum.

If you have any other tips or questions, or just feel like saying hi, drop a comment.

By , April 20, 2012 2:01 pm

As far as I can tell, Copan Ruinas is “the” Mayan site to visit in Honduras. More generally, one could say it’s also “the” tourist destination in Honduras. Put another way, if someone has been to Honduras, they’ve probably been to Copan Ruinas.

Copan Ruinas is actually the name of a town located in the foothills of Honduras very close to both the El Salvadorian and Guatemalan borders. In our case, getting to the town from El Salvador was most easily done by crossing first into Guatemala. Though it is possible to cross directly from El Salvador, it requires a few more hours in a chicken bus.

It’s so common for people to enter Honduras for the sole purpose of visiting Copan Ruinas from Guatemala that they have devised a special exit/entry visa system to accommodate exactly that, reducing your border crossing fees. This works well so long as you enter and exit the country from the same border crossing and don’t plan to visit anywhere else while you are in Honduras.

The ruins themselves can be divided into 3 parts, the entrance which does not require any tickets to enter, has a large grassy picnic area and a self guided nature trail (with signs in English and Spanish) that takes about 30 minutes to complete.

Also in the entrance are the cages that are being used to help re-introduce the Scarlet Macaw to the forest. These photogenic birds are easy to spot, and numerous.

I wonder what secrets they are telling.

Next comes the main area. Located just past the entrance it lies behind a fenced in gate. To enter, you require a ticket, valued at 285 Lempiras ($15 USD) per person with an optional ticket to view the tunnels, created by archaeologists, for the same amount again. We chose not to view the tunnels, as the price seemed a bit too steep for us.

The main area has been beautifully restored, and consists of a series of Stella, and Temple buildings spread across 1 sq. km. Take your time looking around, the detail in the carvings is the best we’ve seen anywhere. Truly amazing. It took us about three hours of wandering around before we’d had a cursory glance over everything.

We arrived in the main area as soon as the gates opened, 8:00 AM, and had the place almost to ourselves. By the time we left near 11:00 AM several school buses had arrived on site and there was a significant amount of people pouring in. The staff let us know that this is pretty typical and advised us to avoid the park between 11:30 AM and 2:30 PM if we wished to avoid the crowds.

It’s getting crowded.

The last section of ruins that we visited were located 2km past the main entrance along the same road leading from the town. These ruins were also restored, and consisted of the residential buildings that belonged to the Mayan Elite. In contrast to the main area we were completely alone here even during the peak visiting hours, with the exception of the gatekeeper who decided to take on the role of unofficial tour guide – partly for hopes of a tip and partly out of boredom.

The Sepulturas, as this section of the ruins is erroneously called, requires your entry ticket from the main area to visit. It’s quite large with a simple trail along the river connecting the various buildings. The lack of other tourists made this a perfect place to sit down and ponder the failed civilization of the ancients (if the Mayans can really be called ancient). We also brought our books with us.  We set about reading them until the park closed at 4:00pm.

In addition to what we saw, there is also a Museum that houses much of the original carvings and pottery found at the ruin site (most of the carvings and statues you see outside in the ruins today are replicas). Like the tunnels, we found the additional museum fees of $7 USD a bit too much to swallow, and decided to pass. Seeing the replicas on the buildings was enough for us.

So, how do the ruins stack up? The carvings are the best we’ve seen. The buildings were about average.

Stella

Stella

Mike taking photos

Obviously they were a happy people

Ruins

By , April 18, 2012 11:00 am

This is a really old post that we never got around to publishing.  It is a journaled account of our two week canoe trip from Whitehorse, Yukon to Dawson City, Yukon.  At the end of each night, we would lay down in our tent and spend a few minutes re-hashing the days events.  It seemed fitting that we should finally get around to posting it while we ourselves our on another two week boat trip.

You may be interested in reading Part 1 and Part 2 if you have not already done so.

I present here the unedited, unabridged diary.

Day 1

Whitehorse to Lake Laberge 45km

On the river, just outside Whitehorse

  • started at 10:45AM
  • little map trouble
  • 2 raft snack breaks (2nd sunny & great)
  • rain on and off all day
  • 30 minute lunch
  • got to Lake Laberge 5:00ish
  • smooth sailing til storm came in
  • stopped to cook supper at 6:00 & had to wait out storm (wind & rain)
  • got to camp @ 8:30
  • Mike started fire w/ wet wood
  • Shared glass of wine and went to bed
  • High spirits (surprisingly – for Ashley)

We’re the pacesetters.

Day 2

Lake Laberge 24km

  • no sleep (kept waking all night)
  • rained all night
  • woke up & waited in tents for rain to stop
  • got up, opted for cold breakfast, packed up
  • waited for weather to clear
  • left @ 10:45 -> waves a plenty still
  • bathroom stop, snack stop, lunch stop – slow going
  • stopped @ Laurier creek for lunch
  • saw a fox (1st wildlife sighting)
  • Mike caught 2 grayling (threw 3 back)
  • first catch on first cast ($9 fishing rod was knotted)
  • cleaned fish and left
  • paddled til weather got iffy (5:30)
  • stopped & cooked fish & bannock / waited out weather with wine
  • battled waves to get around bend & find camp
  • camped on rocky, hilly shore w/ abandoned kayak #76 (no signs of ppl)
  • hot chocolate & Bailey’s

Day 3

Lake Laberge to 30 Mile 22km

  • good sleep though Ashley woke to think Mike was bear, Mike woke to think girls were bear
  • windy & whitecaps
  • bagel sand for breakfast
  • Mike separated egg powder & added water to wrong bag… oops!
  • tried to eat the result (Ashley actually did)… double oops
  • sandwiches were great
  • forced to wait out whitecaps till 11:30
  • Ashley felt eggs with every wave
  • tried a tarp sail… worked @ start, then we pretty much just floated
  • lunch stop & filtered water back to back (1 hour)
  • paddled the rest of lake… weather cleared up & girls serenaded us w/ 99 bottles (in every genre/voice imaginable)
  • stopped at Lower Labarge
  • looked around, used outhouses (no squatting!)
  • cooked supper: spaghetti with meat sauce… Soooooo Gooood!!!!!

Best meal of the trip

  • burned blasted egg powder
  • paddled a little ways down river… the tug of the current was welcome
  • camped on 1st available site… grassy hill (gorgeous!!)
  • narrowly avoided another Mike dehydration spell
  • spirits still high

Day 4

30 Mile 48km

  • great sleep… snoozed a bit in th emorning b/c we didn’t want to get up
  • last bagels (pb&j) for breakfast
  • had a nice float down 30 mile (barely paddled)
  • stopped @ Domville Creek for water & hike to waterfall

Waterfall upstream at Domville Creek

  • almost tipped canoe on rocky landing @ creek
  • stopped for leisurely lunch by Red Painted Mountain
  • saw a lynx
  • Ashley got stung by wasp @ bathroom break
  • got to Hootalinqua early (4:00ish)
  • saw sights/cemetery
  • Enchiladas & pudding for supper
  • joined by fake Germans – turned out to be Spaniards
  • lots of them (10) – noisy, wet, and setup tents right beside ours
  • visited by fire
  • named ourselves Mashley & Jananna
  • Ashley was kept awake by Spaniards snoring & squawking

Day 5

Hootalinqua to Cyr’s Dredge 70.5km

  • mmm… oatmeal for breakfast/beautiful summer weather
  • went to Shipyard Island and saw Evelyn/Norcom (9:30)

Evelyn/Norcom Steam Ship

  • Mike rammed other canoe landing
  • Ashley & Deanna took a turn steering
  • paddled most of morning/afternoon – except for pee breaks
  • rafted together for lunch
  • made it to Big Salmon Village -> the Spanish Armada already took over the place for camp
  • paddled on to “potential camp” on island… it sucked
  • everyone cold & tired
  • morale at all time low
  • battled the wind and current to camp @ Cyr’s Dredge (7:00ish)
  • mashed potatoes, chili & cheese for supper… so good!
  • went to bed early… everyone played out

Day 6

Cyr’s Dredge to … 68km

Writing obviously influenced by alcohol almost illegible

  • pancakes for breakfast
  • slow going
  • paddled to Little Salmon (only stopped for bathroom breaks – Mike had a weak bladder)
  • explored cemeteries
  • saw a porcupine
  • went silent by Eagle’s Bluff… canoes turned to see it

Majestic Eagle’s Bluff

  • paddled most of day
  • tried to stop @ island but saw bear tracks
  • found awesome unmarked campsite on bluff with bench
  • Spanish armada took up camp right across river from us (now 6 canoes)
  • went for swim in river… Mike had freak out about cold
  • drank  wine & had fire
  • mooned Spanish
  • really hot day when sun was out
  • saw beaver (or 2)

Day 7

… to Island past Carmacks 30km

  • Ashley woke up hungover, quinoa flakes for breakfast
  • slow to leave camp – left @ 10:45
  • paddled to Carmacks
  • arrived @ Coal Mine Campground @ 1:30
  • rough landing @ dock
  • found it overtaken by Spanish
  • went to “downtown” Carmacks
  • split into 2 groups
  • one stayed w/ canoes other showered, laundered, shopped, phoned home
  • bought cheese burger & fries – shared $20
  • left to find camp (6:00)
  • got to island (#3) at 9:00 after combo of paddling & rafting (and a small rainstorm)
  • after some debate decided to set up camp
  • snacks for supper
  • bed @ 11:00

Day 8

Island past Carmacks to Thom’s Cabin 74km

Writing obviously influenced by alcohol almost illegible

  • woke up early & left @ 9:45
  • stopped for break before 5 finger rapids
  • ran rapids… were great but too short/too tame
  • ran rink rapids… didn’t even notice
  • stopped for lunch on island – hot & sunny
  • paddled a ways, (rafted the whole way) then spotted forest fire
  • stopped @ cabin to inquire about fire but no one was home
  • waited an hour to decide what to do
  • paddled to another private cabin
  • was told fire was burning for a month & was under control

Controlled Forest Fire at Minto

  • stopped @ Minto for Supper – it was too smoky to camp
  • lost gorp
  • paddled around island to Thom’s Cabin
  • great campground
  • met Johnny from Czech Republic (capsized in Laberge)
  • drank wine, Baileys & hot chocolate
  • went to be about 1AM

Day 9

Thom’s Cabin to Good Camp Island #2 (past Fort Selkirk) 62km

  • woke up around 8:00
  • left @ 9:45
  • switched partners up: Mike & Jane (up ahead) Deanna & Ashley (behind)
  • hard paddling all morning (very windy)
  • arrived @ Fort Selkirk 1:30
  • had hummus for lunch (mmm..)
  • met large group from Edmonton/Ontario/Whitehorse
  • really nice group, shared candy store with us
  • warned them about Spaniards
  • watched video & looked around Fort Selkirk
  • left @ 5:00 to find camp
  • rafted for 2 hours
  • saw sheep
  • missed 1st “good camp” on map
  • island hopped to final camp
  • stayed for supper @ failed attempt – Indian Tacos (complicated, tasty, too filling)
  • paddled to next “good camp” on map
  • arrived @ 10:00 – found Johnny Czech here
  • setup camp
  • went to bed

Day 10

(Mosquito) Island Camp to Crappy Island Camp somewhere before Britannia Creek 46km

  • woke up late (9:30) to rain
  • got going around 11:30
  • slow pace set by girls
  • cold, windy, rainy
  • got to Selwyn River Cabin @ 1:30 (23km)
  • had lunch & lit fire – used Sawvivor & Mora Knife
  • enjoyed dryness & warmth & shelter from wind until Spaniards arrived (4:00ish)
  • put out fire
  • left to find suitable camp
  • saw male moose

Male Moose

  • island/shore hopped until spirits were low (and Deanna’s shoulder hurt)
  • stopped for supper @ potential (but ultimately crappy) spot
  • did some more investigations by rafting by
  • stopped @ gravelly beach on shore 9:30
  • set up camp on mucky uneven slope (our tent site sucked but was the best sloppy seconds available)
  • went to bed early:  cold feet, no fire, no tea

Day 11

Crappy Island Camp to Better Island [10km pas Kirkman Creek] 58km

  • woke up @ 8:00ish – super sore
  • left @ 9:30
  • cold & windy again, some rain
  • paddled slowish
  • rafted up for lunch
  • paddled a good pace (because we led) to Kirkman Creek where the Burian family has a bakery
  • bought a homemade rootbeer & chocolate cake to share… delicious
  • decided not to camp there (would find something free)
  • planned to find island 5km away
  • 1st two islands had bear tracks… decided to move on
  • found a suitable camp (5:45)… flat sandy tent spot (girls chose to setup on rocks)
  • bannock & soup for supper
  • played a game of 31… nice to relax & visit (girls had never played before) Ashley won
  • went to bet @ 10:00

Day 12

Better Island to Bushwhacked Shore Camp (just past Stewart Island) 37km

  • slow start
  • left @ 10:40
  • paddled until White River
  • stopped to hike up slope and look @ white River (trail rough & overgrown)

View of the White River

  • Deanna lost thermos
  • had lunch w/ the bugs
  • hiked down
  • found creek to pump water from
  • got brown water – delicious
  • took a back channel past Stewart Island
  • found camp on 3rd try
  • got to camp @ 6
  • cut down some thistle to pitch tent
  • while we had supper (Italian Savoury Pasta & butterscotch pudding) girls heard a loud crash in bushes (we think it was a startled moose)
  • tied down barrels & canoe
  • launched bear banger
  • bugs got bad, so we spent night in tent
  • played a game of crib – Ashley won
  • read books
  • went to bed
  • rain started: poured hard (a little worried about sleeping on cliff)

Day 13

Bushwhacked Shore Camp to Nice (Wild) Shore Camp @ Reindeer Creek 53km

  • woke up @ 7:30
  • took down tent in rain
  • left @ 8:30
  • paddled for about 1/2 hour and stopped on island for breakfast (in the rain)
  • paddled all morning in rain
  • stopped @ misty creek for H20

Misty Creek

  • stopped for lunch @2 on island (terrible Halal corned beef)
  • stayed there til clothes dried out (rain had stopped & blue sky was out)
  • paddled to camp (2nd try)
  • arrived @ 4:30
  • set out tents to dry
  • cleared camp
  • had supper
  • drank some wine
  • played war (Mike won)
  • saw a mouse
  • played Yahtzee with girls (Deanna won)
  • went to bet @ 10:00

Day 14

Reindeer Creek to Island just before Dawson City 40km

  • woke up @ 8:30
  • left @ 10:30
  • paddled/rafted until lunch @ 1:00
  • left in search of creek for water
  • Jane was feeling sick so we rafted
  • found adequate creek
  • rain started… poured for a little while
  • rafted up in search of camp
  • went until jane had to pee and Deanna realized how close to Dawson we were
  • island we stopped at turned out to be great camp
  • had roaring fire on sand & burned most of our garbage
  • had some wine, Bailey’s & hot chocolate
  • tried cooking Tomato Alfredo Sidekick on fire – didn’t work so we reverted to stove
  • sat by fire
  • went to bed @ 8:30
  • talked & read

Thus ends the journal.  The next morning we spent about 10 minutes on the river paddling into Dawson City, returned the canoe, checked into the hostel, and checked out the the first of the Dawson City Music Festival concerts.

By , April 10, 2012 11:45 am

I might just as well say this right up front. The subject of this post was probably the greatest thing I’ve done in my life. It’s a game changer for Ashley and I. Since we left home in search of ourselves nine months ago, we have slowly weened ourselves off of material attachment, meat, and alcohol (mostly for financial reasons at first).  We’ve spent hours observing people, reading books, and discussing the workings of society among travellers the world over.  Probably the most important factor for us has been our detachment from the “system” by which I mean not having to go to work 5 days a week and discussing all of the talking points our modern media has laid out for us to discuss ad nauseam.  Unfortunately, you don’t have the benefit of our experience, so please read this with an open mind.

Sorry for the overly lengthy introduction.  What I really want to talk about is the 11 day “retreat” Ashley and I had at an El Salvadorian organic farm located about half way between the cities of San Salvador and Santa Ana. We discovered it through a website called HelpX, but you could find them just as easily yourself through WWOOF, Couch Surfing, or even stumble across their blog at http://organicelsalvador.blogspot.com/

The farm is run by Gloria and Mauricio. Mauricio is originally from El Salvador and Gloria is from Columbia. They met at university in the United States where they had the brilliant idea to move to Central America and start a project to help local kids. After travelling Central America for three years looking for the perfect place, they established this organic farm four years ago and have been living the dream ever since.

Welcome to the Farm

The farm itself has no animals, so some might call it a garden. Being part of the wwoofing program, volunteers are expected to work in exchange for room and board. We put in four hour days working 9:00AM to 11:00AM and again between 4:00PM and 6:00PM. Work consisted of a mixture of various projects including decorative projects, recycle projects (I built most of a bed out of scrap wood), harvesting, planting, baking whole wheat bread, shelling cashews, climbing fruit trees, and working with the local kids. They also asked for a monetary donation to help cover the costs of the children’s program which we were happy enough to pay. The donation is a set price, and is on a sliding scale becoming cheaper the longer you stay. Our donation averaged out to $16 per day for the two of us.

The children’s program is really a cultural exchange of sorts. The kids come to learn how to farm without the use of chemicals in a sustainable manner, and to interact with us gringos. Gloria and Mauricio teach them formal English classes, feed them, teach them to cook healthy food and provide money for transportation to and from the farm, while us volunteers work with them on various projects. In this way, we were able to practice our Spanish, which improved immensely, and the kids were able to practice their English. It was a very worthwhile project. The kids got a lot out of it, and so did we.

Working on the Bed

As for meals, we were provided three fully vegan meals a day, and all the fresh fruit we could stomach. There was never any shortage of food, and best of all it was some of the most delicious food either of us have ever eaten. Beyond just providing us with food, we were shown how to prepare various dishes. Naturally we walked away with a pile of new recipes, and a reasonable understanding of how subsist upon, and enjoy, a vegetarian diet.

We were also offered a free Spanish lesson each week.  If desired, more could have be purchased at minimal cost.

Outside of the 4 hour work day, there was plenty going on to help us develop mentally and spiritually. The day started off with free yoga. From there, Mauricio was more than willing to discuss his thoughts on self awareness and transcendence (both Mauricio and Gloria are part of the Hare Krishna movement). In fact, their house was a Hare Krishna temple before the civil war in El Salvador and still contains a small altar in a meditation room that we were encouraged to use. Mauricio keeps a good collection of books; all of them were free to read during our stay.  He has started to collect thought provoking documentaries which we watched as a group on a regular basis.

Why It Is a Game Changer

To get your head in the right place for this, I’m going to prescribe some documentaries that you have to watch. This is mandatory homework.

Okay, you finished your homework, right? Oh, not yet… Well that’s okay, there’s a lot of it. Just grab a pen and paper and write down the titles. You can download  buy them when you get a chance and watch them over the next couple of weeks. Just don’t forget.

So here’s the truth. We lived 11 days on a vegan diet eating healthy organically grown food, working only 4 hours per day, practising yoga, meditating, and expanding our current view of the world through books, documentaries, and discussions. In only 11 days we had more energy, we felt healthier, and we were way happier than we had ever been.

Organic Food Enthusiasts:

The first thing we noticed was the food. Organic food is more delicious, and full of flavour than the stuff produced by the “green revolution”, chemical rich farming that we are accustomed to. This is because the plants have the time and environmental stimulus needed to develop a whole host of vitamins, minerals, and beneficial chemicals that we as humans should be eating. I’m entirely convinced that the addition of these vitamins to our diet contributed immensely to the way we feel. It is now our goal to supply ourselves with organic food as much as possible.  When we say organic food, we are not talking about the “Certified Organic” stuff that you can pay a premium for and purchase from just about any grocery store.  We are talking about plants grown from organic seeds in a “natural” environment with all the proper stimulus (birds, insects, disease, the works).

Vegetarians:

Being vegetarian is an ethical issue for us. Now that our eyes have been opened to the way the animals we eat are treated, we just can’t go back to eating meat in the vast quantities that we were before we started this trip.  As they say, some things when learned can’t be unlearned. Now don’t get us wrong, we don’t actually have a problem with killing animals and eating them.  Our problem lies with the way factory farm operations treat the animals from birth until death, confining them to cages, feeding them food that would kill them except for the copious amounts of antibiotics it’s loaded with, etc.  Some of the worst offenders are dairy cows and even more so, egg laying chickens.  I’m not quite sure how this will all shake out yet, but for now we have cut out meat and are trying our best to reduce our consumption of milk/egg products.

What it is All About

No Longer Slaves:

The modern day fiat monetary system creates more debt then real currency because of interest. It’s therefore impossible for the world to get out of debt.  Looking at it another way, the world will always owe more money than exists, creating in practice a form of modern day slavery that will always require unsustainable growth in consumption and borrowing to keep the system from collapsing.

As an ex politician, I see now that politics are futile.  This stems from the realization that politicians don’t have the power to make the decisions that need to be made to “fix” our broken system. The real decisions are made by those who control the media, fund the election campaigns, and decide what industrial projects are undertaken by approving bank loans. Our society can not be fixed, it needs to be abandoned.

Our laws do not just allow, but require companies to maximize profits at the expense of the earth’s resources and it’s people. Scarcity and exploitation are good for profits. We will never live in a world where our basic necessities are plentiful, and our lifestyles are sustainable unless the focus is removed from profitability.

Our food system produces unnatural/unhealthy garbage to put it politely.

But there is a way out, and we intend to take it. All we need to do is quit society.  What life beyond society will look like is a subject that we will be exploring for the next little while.  To give you some idea of what we are talking about, one of the plans we are considering is to purchase a piece of fertile land about 2 acres in size. With that, we could produce our own organic food, return to a 4 hour work day, connect with nature, and live rich and rewarding lives far superior to what we could possibly hope to find inside the “system”.

Mauricio’s farm… this could be our future

When we look to the future, we see ourselves not as reclusive hermits, but as a part of a community of like minded people. An organic community filled with people who are also fed up with “the greatest invention of man kind” (society) and want to live richer fuller happier lives. At this point, we don’t know where we’ll end up (geographically), or what we will end up doing.  In fact there is a tonne that we don’t know just yet, so in the interim, we are going to keep travelling, explore more of the world, connect with more people, and research. But the day will come where we will have our F-R-E-E-D-O-M!

What do you think? Surprised? Think we are idiots? Wish you could join us? Please, Please, Please all comments, suggestions, and criticisms are welcome. This is not a small step for us, and we want your help in considering it fully. Please add your comments to the discussion.

By , April 6, 2012 2:07 pm

Playa El Tunco is a small little town made up of as many restaurants, hotels and souvenir shops as could be fit between the beach and the main road.

This town has one purpose in life, and that’s surfing. The waves come rolling into the stone-littered black sand beaches day and night, and the surfers are there to ride them.

The Rock Littered Shores of Playa El Tunco

Not knowing anything about surfing, we thought it was high time we learned the basics and indeed that’s the sole reason we found ourselves in this surfing village. It had previously been recommended to us as a good/cheap place to take lessons, and since cheap is our middle name…

Originally we had intended to spend 4 nights in El Tunco, taking lessons on the first day, and honing our surfing skills for the rest of our time there. Things didn’t start out quite as planned however. I started the week off with a rough sinus cold and a harsh cough that seemed to sap all the energy from me. Instead of surfing, I spent the first three days in El Tunco eating pupusas and composing terrible poetry (more on this in our next post!).

Fortunately, near the end of our time on the beach – the last day we had available to us – I started to feel better. It was time to surf.

After careful consideration, we decided to part with some cash and take surfing lessons. We paid $15 each for a 1 hour 1-on-1 lesson with board rental included (had we just wanted to surf, boards could be rented for $5 to $10 per day).

We started our lesson on the beach in the same manner you do for many sports, with stretches. Very important when you get to be our age. After we were all limbered up, we laid the board down on the sand and practised pushing ourselves up from the laying position to the surfing position. It’s accomplished with one quick action pushing hard with your arms, and popping yourself up onto your feet. If all works out well, you should be standing with your legs spread wide, balanced and ready to take the wave.

Then we got in the water. We walked out until we were about waist deep and got right to it. The first bit of instruction was identifying the proper wave. The wave needs to be uniform and perpendicular to the shore. There were plenty of them, so we didn’t have to spend much time waiting.

Less than a minute after getting my toes wet, I was laying on the board, with a wave coming up behind me, pushing me towards shore. I jumped up, fell, got up again, and walked back out to the waist deep water where my instructor was waiting for me.

For the next hour, we kept repeating that pattern- we laid on the board pointed towards shore, caught a wave, jumped up, fell, and waded back out into waist deep water. In the end, I pretty much was at the point that I could ride the wave in a straight line all the way to shore. Ashley could probably have used another lesson…

I’m the guy taking the photo, not the guy surfing.  One day though…

To me, it seemed that the price of the lessons and the experience of the instructors (they had been surfing for about 12 years) was really good value at Playa El Tunco. Talking with some experienced surfers, I’m not sure that the beach itself is the best for a learner, as it does drop off quite quickly. Apparently, the best thing for a learner is a shallow sloping beach that allows you to ride a small wave a long long ways so you can really practice your balance. But I didn’t feel that learning at El Tunco was overly challenging either.

All tallied, I can see how surfing could be a lot of fun. But it’s going to take a lot more than a single one hour lesson before we start calling ourselves surfers.

Will we try it again? Yes, I think so.

Surfing ’til the sun goes down

 

By , March 29, 2012 11:51 am

Estelí is located on the Pan American highway in the north of Nicaragua near the Honduras border. We skipped over this place the first time through on our way to Managua to meet up with Ashley’s Mom and her boyfriend Terry. When we skipped past it and nearby Somoto the first time, we were about 80% sure that we would be headed back north to Utila and scuba diving, so we weren’t too concerned. Our plans changed, as always, and we won’t be headed back to Utila in the short term, but we are still headed north!

So, was Estelí worth the extra miles it took us to get back to it? Absolutely. In just a short while, Estelí became one of my favourite places in all of Nicaragua, not that we’ve seen the whole country, but still. It’s a small city in the heart of a largely organic farming centre surrounded by mountains, farms, and nature reserves.

Northern Nicaragua.  Click this photo to zoom in!

Probably one of the most outstanding things about Estelí and area, are the people. Everyone is very friendly, almost overwhelmingly so… the likes of which we haven’t seen since the Yucatan in Mexico. Some of its other endearing features include cheap accommodations ($6/night for private rooms), and a good bakery with low low prices (I have to feed my addiction).

In Estelí itself, there are world renowned cigar factories that you can tour, a fresh fruit market, decent street food, and the standard park/cathedral combination. Around Estelí, there’s lots to do as well. If we had more time, I think I I could have easily spent a month or more roaming the lands between Estelí and Somoto, another awesome town just north of Estelí with a beautiful canyon (and its own story that Ashley will tell in a couple of days).

But, we didn’t have the time, because the current plan of the hour is to pass through El Salvador, a small corner of Honduras (twice), and finally arrive in Antigua Guatamala for Semana Santa (holy week, AKA a really big week long party).

I better get back on track, or this post will never end… ah yes, I was talking about what there is to do around Estelí. There are two nature reserves, which are more of a community banded together to protect the lands and water, while carrying on organic farming, and promoting tourism than they are the traditional uninhabited natural park reserve that I’m used to in Canada. Of the two, we chose to go to the Reserva Natural Cerro Tisey-Estanzuela.  We stayed at the Eco-Posada, a restaurant/farm/hotel for two nights. There was no kitchen, but their meals were some of the most delicious that we’ve had, and were reasonably priced. The country side is stunningly beautiful, and we spent the better part of two days just walking around. There is a Mirador (or lookout in English) right next door to the Eco lodge with a beautiful view of the countryside. We also visited the nearby village of La Garnacha, where we walked a couple of short interpretive nature trails, wandered through a gated park area filled with lookouts and stone carvings, ate at the local organic restaurant, and finally visited the cheese store.

The Mirador

There is a cheese factory in La Garnacha that offers tours (we didn’t take the tour, but we did visit the factory briefly). They make cheeses from both goat milk and cow milk in the Swiss tradition and sell it for just over $4 per pound. I hope you pay attention to this next bit, their Swiss cheese is the best cheese I’ve had in Central America. It was absolutely delicious. To be honest, the cheese alone could have been enough to make this place my favourite spot in Nicaragua.

Tasty Cheese Makers

La Garnacha also offers several tours, both walking and on horseback, ranging from $5-$40 each per person. There’s a mountain that can be summited, bat caves to visit, a carved stone cliff, and more. They also offer workshops in cheese making! Everything can be arranged at the artisan office / cheese store.

There are some details that I should mention for anyone planning to visit. First, there’s no English, so you will want to have at least basic Spanish. Everything was well signed, and there were a couple of English pamphlets that we found, but there was no spoken English. Second, it was cold. Very cold. We both slept in our long underwear, and were more than glad to have them with us. Third, the buses were unreliable. They are supposed to run twice a day, once at about 8:30AM, again at 4:00pm. When the 4:00pm bus failed to arrive, we were forced to spend a second night at the Eco-Posada. After we missed the morning bus the next day (or is missed us?), we made inquiries, and discovered that there was another bus stop about 5km to the east where buses go by every two hours. We had a pleasant walk there, and managed to catch a bus at 11:30 AM. The walk was fine for us, but may not be ideal for everyone.

If we had more time, I would have taken part in the cheese making workshop for sure, and visited the other nature reserve, Miraflor, where they offer home stays, horse rentals, and volunteer projects to keep you occupied.

Time to move on

Have you ever passed through a place that you loved at first sight, knowing that you could easily stay a month, but had to move on because of pre-booked travel plans?

By , March 23, 2012 7:01 pm

Here’s a sign to get your blood boiling

For those lacking in Spanish language skills, it says “For sale: Turtle Eggs in tomato sauce and more”

Appalling. That photo was taken in Playas del Coco, Costa Rica. The sign was located on the main street in front of a small stand where they also sold ceviches. Every time I walked b , I just couldn’t believe they had such a bold sign right out in the open. It just seemed so wrong.

This is more they type of sign I was expecting to see

Again for those lacking in Spanish it says, “My eggs are not the solution”

I’m not totally naive – I knew that there was a black market for turtle eggs, just as there’s a black market for everything that’s supposed to be an aphrodisiac. Including Viagra. I just didn’t expect to see it so blatantly advertised.

Then a funny thing happened. I sat down to write a post damning all of Costa Rica for their trade in turtle eggs, and I came across this article: http://www.hoax-slayer.com/costa-rica-turtle-eggs.shtml

Turns out harvesting turtle eggs isn’t all bad

To sum it up:

  • Turtle eggs are legally harvested on the Ostional beach in Costa Rica as a conservation project which began in 1983
  • The Olive Ridley Turtle lays eggs on this beach in groups as large as 300,000 turtles at one time (depending on the time of year)
  • The turtles that arrive to the beach later on dig up and smash the eggs that were laid by the early arrivals
  • All those smashed eggs breed fungus and bacteria which greatly reduce the amount of hatched turtles
  • Up to 1% of the early arrival eggs are harvested
  • Harvested eggs are legally sold at regulated prices below that of a chicken egg to discourage poaching
  • This legal harvesting has been shown to increase the overall hatch rate
  • A formal co-management model between the University of Costa Rica, a community organization called ADIO, and the Ministry of Natural Resources (MINAET) in Costa Rica, was installed to regulate the program. They meet every 5 years to review the program.

Of course this conservation project also has its critics. One of the biggest criticisms being that the supply chain is poorly controlled, and these legally harvested turtle eggs could present a cover for poachers to harvest and sell eggs illegally.

Things aren’t always so black and white. What they’re doing seems to be working, and I guess that’s a good thing. Personally though, I’m not about to run out and eat turtle eggs. They fall into that too darn cute to eat category.