Dave Go Round

The road between San Pedro Sula and La Ceiba is beautiful. There are orchards stretching onto the mountains on both sides of the road, and amazing countryside to be seen between the scattered little towns. You can get a ticket on a relatively secure bus for about 90L, or $5, and if you can ignore [...]

I’m getting better at packing the bag and can usually take it from completely unpacked to packed in about 15 minutes without interruptions. Today it comes together pretty well and the owner of Hotel Los Gemenos agrees to put it in the office for a few hours until I can get my act together. Fast [...]

Yay chickens. I wonder why I was concerned with bringing an alarm clock when I am awakened every morning at godless hours by pollo locos. I am starting to think that Central America is actually (I had to go back and rewrite that in English cuz I started in Spanish) ruled by a secret army [...]

Remember when I said it all started to go wrong my last morning in Antigua? Well I didn’t realize it until I woke up in Metapan, El Salvador the following morning. Preparing for an ice cold shower, I went to my bag to find my havainanas and found that I had not packed them. In [...]

Leaving Antigua was a terrible f@#*ing idea. The morning starts innocently enough, I wake up. I take a shower. I pack my bag. This is where the trouble starts, but I won’t know this until the next morning. The Reginadawn Villa is quite secure. So secure, in fact, that there is one key to the [...]

As I have alluded to there is a huge cultural bias against extranjeros in Guatemala. I think this happens in many or most countries all over the world, but this is the first time that I am really feeling it. It’s out in the open; palpable. The incident at the restaurant in Lanquin. Waiting an [...]

I’ve got an awesome bruise on the inside of my right bicep. It’s been there for a few days now, and I’m not sure how I got it. My best guess is in the Cave of the Crystal Maiden. I just noticed another one on my left leg. The roosters are going nuts early in [...]

The anonymity I enjoyed in San Ignacio and El Remate is gone. Again, we turistas have targets on us. The shuttle hasn’t even stopped and there are hands coming in every window holding adverts for the hostels and hotels in the area. So intent are they on putting their paper in your hands that we [...]

Guatemalan Rainstorms are no respecters of laundry. More on this later. That lovely feeling of anonymity granted me by San Ignacio is gone. I sit back in the shade of the building and wait for Dom to emerge. About ten steps from the door entering our new territory we are accosted by a taxi driver [...]

Near the bus terminal in downtown San Ignacio is an Italian restaurant, amor mio, run by an Italian couple that serves hand-made pasta coupled with made from scratch sauces. They also serve Belikin beer cheaper than anywhere else in the city and a mean cup of coffee. They aren’t open for dinner yet, but one [...]