I answered an inquiry in Workaway (work-for-room-&-board online ¨job¨ directory) while recovering from Cuba in the shiny colonial Yucatan city of Merida. A new hostel in San Cristobal de Las Casas, Chiapas, was seeking a few new workers. We´d be responsible for working a few night shifts, completing some random projects, soliciting backpackers at the bus station, planning fun events, […]
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Though just an hour flight from Cancun, Havana could not be more different. Cancun with its long stretches of congested roads, plastered with billboards, lined with banks, restaurants, chintzy shops, tacky night clubs, and currency exchanges; high rise condos, apartment buildings and luxury hotels lining the horizon. An abundance of sex, booze and cement; a total lack of character. In […]
Bacalar I arrived in Chetumal, Mexico on a Chicken Bus from Belize. It was my easiest (and cheapest direct) border crossing yet. The first time I’ve crossed on a cheap bus, not because of choice, but because in most crossings the bus only goes as far as the border. You typically must walk across and find another bus or often […]
Overview- Approximate bus time– Roughly 135 hours spent riding buses, but this is the low end. Number of beds- This is tough, lets just say a lot–I averaged a new hostel every 2 to 3 nights. I was moving around a lot. On the long end, I stayed 2 weeks in Utila, and 2 weeks in Xela… Longest bus ride- Panama […]
I arrive in Quetzaltenango, or “Xela” (Shay-la) as its affectionately called, after a gut-churning ride through the scenic mountains from Lake Atilan. Xela, a cool mountain town just off the Gringo trail enough to feel authentic, is a breath of fresh air after the gypsy play land that was San Pedro de Atitlan. Most travelers who find themselves in Xela […]
There was Jell-O shots and sneaking drinks in the dorms like underage coeds. There was wandering the busy streets of Antigua; flamboyant parades, costumed performers dancing on stilts, mariachi bands, new friends, friendly strangers, busy bars, street food and cheap beer in the plaza. There was dancing and fireworks –LOTS of fireworks — and cheering and laughing and yelling for […]
I meet Marvin at the Banana Republic Guesthouse in the rundown port city of La Ceiba, Honduras. I had just arrived and like nearly every other traveler to pass through, intended to leave on the first ferry to Utila the following morning. I was trying to pay for my 160 lempira room with a 500 bill. Naturally, the emotionless receptionist […]
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