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Saturday, January 15, 2011

The End of the Road

by Mark

Greetings friends, from San Juan Del Sur, Nicaragua. A quaint surfing town with a drug problem (welcome travellers)! I'll catch you up on our travels since Katie's post, and then share some stories.

After our initiation into the EXTREME sport of Volcano boarding (read: contrived and seriously dangerous)we went to the Volcanic island of Ometepe (rhymes with coma frappe). We took our bikes on the ferry and spent a few days goofing around and getting rained on. Mind you, this island is not on the ocean-- it's in lake Nicaragua (the biggest lake in Central Am), and in many places you can't see the shore.

From Ometepe (soma schleppe) it's a short ride to San Juan, where there's a few beaches with good waves. Now while I'm sure my bland prose ('we went here, did that...') has got you glued to your chair, I'm going to split from it for a bit. Maybe I'm just in that kind of mood, or maybe it's the rum-- A few short vignettes to illustrate how incapable a blog is to communicate some of our experiences. I've got a trunkful of stories to choose from:

How can I describe riding into Managua (the capital of Nicaragua), being prepared for a huge, confusing metropolis with famously un-marked streets) and finding that the downtown was the most sparse of all-- it was leveled in 1972 by an earthquake and never rebuilt-- the acting President (Samoza) siphoned off the restoration funds to enhance his personal properties. So now-- almost 40 years later, there's ramshackle "housing" and tents amidst the rubble and a clear skyline where a downtown used to be.

How about the time our tour bus (for the Volcano boarding experience) ran over a local family's pig in the road (and I had to dodge it). Photo is a sample pig photo from a different locale:

On our return trip the irate farmer had drug sticks and trash into the road, and came out with a simple sharpened tree branch-- demanding $30 payment for the dead animal? Our driver, put off by the aggressiveness, drove away. We were told later that they'd eventually pay him, but not $30-- that was way too much.

How about last night, when "the Evangelicals" rented the park next to our hostel, and a man, speaking through a scratchy P.A. system, preached, shouted, cried, shouted more, and begged San Juan del Sur (and the 6 people listening to him) until he was hoarse. The wealthy white tourists (from all over the world) were SO annoyed. (No photo of this-- that would have been annoying too).

How about back on Ometepe (homa-pepe) when we got caught out in the rain, looking for petroglyphs.

After the road developed a greasy mud surface and I dumped my bike, Evan's bike had an electrical issue, and asked to borrow tools from an old man and his family (farmers). He brought us a small box of rusty bicycle parts.

Someone's kid was naked, yet completely unashamed as he watched us.

How about when I found a great new tire (Kenda) for the front wheel of my motorcycle-- I carried the old one until I found a motorcycle shop to hand it off. When I told the guy working there that I didn't want to sell him the tire-- just wanted to give it to him, I thought he was going to hug me. A crowd of his buddies gathered, all llooking at my bike and slapping each other's shoulders in congratulations. I love the mechanical guys down here-- wish I had more words to use with them. The "old" tire:

I'm certain the tire is mounted right now and will be run until the cords are showing. Don't accuse Central Americans of not being "green". They don't throw anything away until it's truly used up... as it should be.

So that's all for now, and as we've reached the end of the road for us (San Juan Del Sur, Nicaragua), and we'll turn around now, I can't help but wonder: After all our time on the road, what have we accomplished? Has our meager trip budget (that we've spent most of) improved the lives of anyone down here? What has changed in me? I want our travels to add up to more than just really eccentric entertainment... but some days I'm not sure they haven't. I suppose the answer to this question can be answered differently every day, depending on how well I remember. Remember what, you ask? Well that's a good question, and too involved for this post. I'll ponder over the next few hundred miles, and share sometime soon.

I'll leave you with a video of monkeys. Everybody has to love watching a mommy monkey with a little baby monkey on it's back.

Be well friends. We'll be home soon.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

In the absence of snow, why not sled on ash?

by Katie

Is it possible that I have missed an entire country? I noticed that our last blog post was from Guatemala. Currently, we are in Nicaragua. In between those two countries though, we spent three weeks and two major holidays in Honduras. How time flies.

Honduras was pleasantly surprising for us. Negative reports abound about Honduras, the people, the police, the food, the border officials. We, however, had wonderful experiences in Honduras. We started by crossing from Guatemala into Honduras at Copan, which is considered the "Paris" of the Mayan cities due to all of the intricate and artistic carvings. We spent an entire day at the ruins in absolute awe of this ancient city. I highly recommend it.

The ruins of Copan.

Beautiful scarlet macaws that are all over the ruins site.

The all-powerful jaguar that is depicted at all Mayan sites.

Mark studiously reading the guidebook behind a stelae honoring King Rabbit 18.

From Copan we rode north to meet the rest of the Burrito Rollers on Roatan Island for Christmas. For those who don't know, the Burrito Rollers is the name our motorcycle gang was given by a friend who rode with us through Guatemala. The gang consists of myself and Mark, Michael and Alex from Alaska, and Evan from Canada. Along with some other travelers and friends, we rented a house for the whole week of Christmas. Roatan is a dream island for scuba divers. Mark and I don't dive, but we spent plenty of time cooking, relaxing, reading, and hammock swinging. Also, we were offered jobs at an American school on the island (which we turned down), but it was nice to know that we are still employable--if only on a laid-back Caribbean island.

Homemade wrapping paper for the white elephant gift exchange.

The entire Christmas crew at Hole in the Wall restaurant on Roatan Island.

Lago Yajoa piqued our interest as a perfect place to spend New Years since there is a micro-brewery nearby owned and operated by a true Oregonian. That's right, real Oregon micro brews in Honduras for New Years Eve. Okay, so the beer was a little flat, and the flavor a little off, it was still a nice change from the local brews.

Happy New Year 2011 from D & D Brewery, Honduras.

Leaf boat races in the river.

After Lago Yajoa, we crossed into our fourth, and for Mark and I, our final country--Nicaragua. Again, the border process was ridiculously smooth, even with six people and five motos. We went straight to Leon where we spent the next three days with the boys.

Police check point to make sure we had the required insurance for Nicaragua.

Leon is famous for its volcanoes, you can see at least six of them on a clear day from the city. There are loads of activities that enterprising companies offer on the volcanoes: hiking, camping, boarding, and sledding. Yep, sledding down a volcano. It sounds a little crazy, no? I thought so, but I let myself be talked into going. While most of the "tour group" rode in the back of an oversized truck, Mike, Evan and Mark received permission to follow the truck on their bikes. (Any chance to ride a dirt road for these boys, and they start salivating). At the base of Cerro Negro we were given our protective suits and our sleds and told to "start hiking." It was a 45 minute walk to the top, where the sled track started. There were 12 people in the group--5 of them wrecked on the way down. Ugly, rolling, tomahawking wrecks. We asked our guide if its normal for people to wipe out on the way down. He said "yes, but today is particularly bad." Our group of five must be comfortable maneuvering at high speeds, or we had a guardian angel because not one of us wrecked on the fine black gravel of Cerro Negro.

Mark, Evan, and Mike following the truck in a cloud of dust.

Getting close.

Mike, Evan, and Mark in their "protective" suits and goggles.

Evan sledding down the volcano.

The Burrito Rollers summit Cerro Negro.

Now we are in Granada, the colonial city which gave birth to tourism in Nicaragua. It's a little sad to think about turning around in a week. But we've been on the road for seven months, and covered more than 10,000 miles. Home is starting to call us.