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right, i got round to saying the rest if anyone's interested.
but first... i've got a puppy! i called her nica peaches, nica for when she's naughty and peaches for when she's being gorgeous. which right now is all teh fucking time. she's the daughter of adeles dog holly (adopted sister of badger). i was goingt o call her nico which is teh name she came with, but i didn't want her to be a smack head.
anyways, so.
after granada, me and dennis got a 2 hour boat ride accross the giant lake in nicaragua. it's a huge lake. it takes 11 hours to get from top to bottom. the boat was wicked. it was packed with people so i sat on bags of rice, the bottom deck had about a foot of water swishing about in it and more was always splashing in through the window. i had a box of chicks on my knee and loads of people were sick. someone fell off the top deck, as did some bags and a hat, but it didn't stop. rude.
so we got to the island (ometepe) and got the bumpiest 3 hour bus ride ever to the hostel. it ws gorgeous there. hammocks everywhere and a big fat owner who put on the best buffet of food i've ever eaten every night. there was a monkey island 2 hours sim over the lake with vicious bastard monkeys that attacked you if you climbed on the island and jumped on your kiak if you got too close. we climbed a volcano with a crater lake and i beat my personal sweaty record. i almost died of exhaustion while our guide and his 7 year old son laughed at me and pointed out the snakes and monkeys on teh way up. in the village, there was a little nursery school where i helped them with the porridge and the playing one morning. they were well cute. we painted and danced and did nursery rhymes and picked cocotes off teh tree in the garden. like little tiny bite sized mangos for little mouths.
after ometepe me and dennis had to go seperate ways as he had a flight to catch. we had our last night in a kind of posh hotel room with a lake beach on teh doorstep. it was the prettyest lake view and warmest lake water i've ever seen. it was pretty sad saying goodbye though. i remember watchign him go off in the taxi all teary. i sat and waited for the bus doing a bit of crying and a nice lady came and cheered me up.
so then i went to leon. my favourite town in all the ones i saw. highlights were the cockfight, even though it was pretty disgusting and sad. there was all you could drink nice rum and beer and all you could eat tasty food, delivered to your table, for about 3 dollars. the fights were ming though. they put little blades on tehir heels to cause more damage and the birds had 15 minues to try and kill eachother. which they sometimes did. they had little timeouts where their trainers would suck the blood off their heads and try and rile them up more. until they couldn't stand up. there were a couple of human fights in teh ring too. people were going crazy for it. it finished early due to a power cut which i was kind of relieved about.
saw a wicked funny live band at our hostel. it was salsa folk rock or whatever but you could dance to it and people were so excited about it. old men were standing up waving around their glasses and quaffing left right and center. it was wicked good fun. the band were really energetic and had penny whistles and stuff. how lovely.
so after a brief stop in a fishing village in honduras, it was livingston in guatemala. a carribean town with garifuna people in it tat had a language and music and shit loads of fresh fish. it was a great town. i bumped into teh belgian couple from teh festival there which was nice as the rainy season was coming and causing people to go home. it was pretty quiet. but one day i met a nice old man called polo who showed me round the poor bit of the town , took me fishing and back to his garden to barbecue the fish. he was great. he was the most interesting intelligent guatemalan i met teh whole trip. he was well wise. kind of hated europe. he said it was full of sick bastards. i said did he mean sick bodies or sick minds and he said both. kind of rude but i don;t think it was personal. he gave me a cd of his music. it's pretty fun to dance to.
tehn i went back to a latin place along teh rio dulce. a very gorgeous river valley with lush green forest steep up each side. but the town was a shit hole. it's where i got my angriest at latin pervy bastards. after walking along on road i was swearing and shouting at every car that passed, as they were all full of shouty pervy fucks doing the 'i want to lick your fanny' sign. grrrrr.
then tikal, the mayan temples. they were lush. just a small hint of what's left after the spaniard bastards came and raped and pillaged, riddled everything with disease, and melted down the sculptures for the gold. the temples though, were surrounded by jungle. if you climbed to teh top of one you could see the peaks of the others poking through the trees.
i beat my mosquito bite record here. i got back to teh hotel and counted about 70 just on my upper back. scratchy scratchy.
the last place i went was a big lake in guatemala called lago de atitlan. i stayed in teh house of a man i met on my first day there called tono and spent lots of time with a wicked couple called nidal and aspen. nidal was an indian lady and aspen was norweigian
highlights; learning to ride a moped and veerign off into a banana vendor. before cruising round the lake pretending to be teh hells angels. we were the glue gang. we were going to do nasty things to people like put glue on tehir hands so that when it peeled off they thought they were diseased.
taking beads to hurricane stricken villages for them to make jewelery to sell, playing with kids and feeling like a hero.
lowlights; the rainiest day of my life where i spent all day walking round doing the bead thing getting wet and coming down, then falling on my arse and getting a bruise the size of my hand.
realising i had tio come soon before i thought i had to and having a weird smak head esque argument with tono at teh airport. on retrospect, it was probably more due to the 2 weeks of the daily coke doing than a passionate fairwell. so maybe it's good i left when i did.
anyways. it was wicked. i'd do it again in a second. not that i can with a puppy.... but ben said he could mind peaches if i needed holidays.
p.s. come to sziget festival in hungary. it's in august. it should be pretty fucking fun.
but first... i've got a puppy! i called her nica peaches, nica for when she's naughty and peaches for when she's being gorgeous. which right now is all teh fucking time. she's the daughter of adeles dog holly (adopted sister of badger). i was goingt o call her nico which is teh name she came with, but i didn't want her to be a smack head.
anyways, so.
after granada, me and dennis got a 2 hour boat ride accross the giant lake in nicaragua. it's a huge lake. it takes 11 hours to get from top to bottom. the boat was wicked. it was packed with people so i sat on bags of rice, the bottom deck had about a foot of water swishing about in it and more was always splashing in through the window. i had a box of chicks on my knee and loads of people were sick. someone fell off the top deck, as did some bags and a hat, but it didn't stop. rude.
so we got to the island (ometepe) and got the bumpiest 3 hour bus ride ever to the hostel. it ws gorgeous there. hammocks everywhere and a big fat owner who put on the best buffet of food i've ever eaten every night. there was a monkey island 2 hours sim over the lake with vicious bastard monkeys that attacked you if you climbed on the island and jumped on your kiak if you got too close. we climbed a volcano with a crater lake and i beat my personal sweaty record. i almost died of exhaustion while our guide and his 7 year old son laughed at me and pointed out the snakes and monkeys on teh way up. in the village, there was a little nursery school where i helped them with the porridge and the playing one morning. they were well cute. we painted and danced and did nursery rhymes and picked cocotes off teh tree in the garden. like little tiny bite sized mangos for little mouths.
after ometepe me and dennis had to go seperate ways as he had a flight to catch. we had our last night in a kind of posh hotel room with a lake beach on teh doorstep. it was the prettyest lake view and warmest lake water i've ever seen. it was pretty sad saying goodbye though. i remember watchign him go off in the taxi all teary. i sat and waited for the bus doing a bit of crying and a nice lady came and cheered me up.
so then i went to leon. my favourite town in all the ones i saw. highlights were the cockfight, even though it was pretty disgusting and sad. there was all you could drink nice rum and beer and all you could eat tasty food, delivered to your table, for about 3 dollars. the fights were ming though. they put little blades on tehir heels to cause more damage and the birds had 15 minues to try and kill eachother. which they sometimes did. they had little timeouts where their trainers would suck the blood off their heads and try and rile them up more. until they couldn't stand up. there were a couple of human fights in teh ring too. people were going crazy for it. it finished early due to a power cut which i was kind of relieved about.
saw a wicked funny live band at our hostel. it was salsa folk rock or whatever but you could dance to it and people were so excited about it. old men were standing up waving around their glasses and quaffing left right and center. it was wicked good fun. the band were really energetic and had penny whistles and stuff. how lovely.
so after a brief stop in a fishing village in honduras, it was livingston in guatemala. a carribean town with garifuna people in it tat had a language and music and shit loads of fresh fish. it was a great town. i bumped into teh belgian couple from teh festival there which was nice as the rainy season was coming and causing people to go home. it was pretty quiet. but one day i met a nice old man called polo who showed me round the poor bit of the town , took me fishing and back to his garden to barbecue the fish. he was great. he was the most interesting intelligent guatemalan i met teh whole trip. he was well wise. kind of hated europe. he said it was full of sick bastards. i said did he mean sick bodies or sick minds and he said both. kind of rude but i don;t think it was personal. he gave me a cd of his music. it's pretty fun to dance to.
tehn i went back to a latin place along teh rio dulce. a very gorgeous river valley with lush green forest steep up each side. but the town was a shit hole. it's where i got my angriest at latin pervy bastards. after walking along on road i was swearing and shouting at every car that passed, as they were all full of shouty pervy fucks doing the 'i want to lick your fanny' sign. grrrrr.
then tikal, the mayan temples. they were lush. just a small hint of what's left after the spaniard bastards came and raped and pillaged, riddled everything with disease, and melted down the sculptures for the gold. the temples though, were surrounded by jungle. if you climbed to teh top of one you could see the peaks of the others poking through the trees.
i beat my mosquito bite record here. i got back to teh hotel and counted about 70 just on my upper back. scratchy scratchy.
the last place i went was a big lake in guatemala called lago de atitlan. i stayed in teh house of a man i met on my first day there called tono and spent lots of time with a wicked couple called nidal and aspen. nidal was an indian lady and aspen was norweigian
highlights; learning to ride a moped and veerign off into a banana vendor. before cruising round the lake pretending to be teh hells angels. we were the glue gang. we were going to do nasty things to people like put glue on tehir hands so that when it peeled off they thought they were diseased.
taking beads to hurricane stricken villages for them to make jewelery to sell, playing with kids and feeling like a hero.
lowlights; the rainiest day of my life where i spent all day walking round doing the bead thing getting wet and coming down, then falling on my arse and getting a bruise the size of my hand.
realising i had tio come soon before i thought i had to and having a weird smak head esque argument with tono at teh airport. on retrospect, it was probably more due to the 2 weeks of the daily coke doing than a passionate fairwell. so maybe it's good i left when i did.
anyways. it was wicked. i'd do it again in a second. not that i can with a puppy.... but ben said he could mind peaches if i needed holidays.
p.s. come to sziget festival in hungary. it's in august. it should be pretty fucking fun.