Nicaragua 1 - Lost in the jungle

Hello Mundo,

Finally we are able to give you a quick Update where we are and what we did recently. The reason why we are not writing earlier is that our SD card had a virus and we weren´t able to upload any pictures. Apart from that where we most of the time sitting in Pubs watching the world cup…

But back to our trip: The last time we wrote you we were sitting in a small jungle village looking forward for our boat ride into the jungle. Just after the blog entry we got the information that there was a street (even it was not an official street – not even Google maps has the street…) and there is one bus passing through the jungle. Well, a bus passing through a mostly unknown street, that sounded like fun and we took the bus.  


No street shown on google maps to Pearl Lagoon

The first few hours were fine. The street was a tiny unpaved road through the deep jungle. At 6pm it got dark – at 7pm smoke started to come out the engine and a few seconds later we had to stop. The radiator from the car was broken. There we where: In the middle of the jungle with a broken bus and no tools to fix it. And this on a road where only one bus a day were passing by – our bus!!! What could we do? An intensive discussion started between the people. The bus driver suggested to put corn flakes into the radiator as (after his imagination) would make the water thicker and this was the key to keep on going. Unfortunately not too many people are bringing her serials into the jungle, so this idea was out of question. The next great idea was… “earth”. Some guy thought we could fix the hole in the radiator with earth and started to collect very exited earth from the jungle. He was so passionate and wanted that the other will follow his example – but of course, nobody did!

Soon we were out of ideas and people got ready for the night in the bus (it seemed that this was the most normal thing in the world for them). If you think that being at night in a broken bus in the middle of the jungle was the worst thing what could happen – well, think again: Soon after the people got to sleep we realized that the other passenger weren´t just passengers – we think now that this was the Nicaraguan national “snoring team”. EVERYONE started to snore. Some really loud and heavy, other really quite – one woman behind us was especially funny as she snored with every breath differently. From time to time there was a snoring break as someone woke up for a few seconds to spit in the bus – probably some special rules in the snoring competition, we don´t know.


In the bus. People in the background are sttarting to sleep - and snore

After a couple of hours lights went on in the bus and the bus driver told us happy that we can go on with our ride – but that we had to stop every 2 Kilometers to refill the radiator. We drove 2 miles –and instead of refilling the radiator we had to change the tire as one of them broke down. Carla and me where heavily involved in fixing the problem – by holding the flashlight…

Anyway, deep at night we arrived at Pearl Lagoon, our destination. A really beautiful place. There is no tourism so far and you can experience the true Caribbean. Reggie music everywhere and with people just walking through the streets doing… well… nothing really. They are just there looking around. But it was amazing. We visited some small villages nearby (and got history lessons from a guy in a village who told us everything about the “contra” movement during the war in the 70s and 80s. A guerilla movement had took over Nicaragua and the united states where worried that Nicaragua become a second Cuba. So they spend billions of dollars in opposite groups who were attacking Nicaragua from Honduras and the Caribbean. We saw the airport from the contras in the middle of the jungle and even the rests of the (only) stone house where the CIA guy was living in), eat coconuts directly from the trees and had a bath in the warm Caribbean sea.     


 THIS is the real Caribbean and not the one from the postcards - very, very poor





After 2 days at the lagoon we took a boat to Bluefield’s, a city nearby on the coast. Our plan was to take another boat from there to corn islands, a “backpacker paradise”. Boats were only leaving one time a day to corn islands. Every Wednesday – of course, we arrived on Friday. What could we do? Bluefield’s is a typical central America city. Dirty, poor, a high crime rate and a lot of drugged people on the street. Nothing where we wanted to spend 5 days. Soon after arrival we heard about a cargo ship what was leaving every Sunday to corn islands and that some locals would use this ship too to go there. Good idea. On the next day we went to "el Bluff" (a small island near Bluefields) and from there we took the 6 hour cargo ship ride to corn island.


On the cargo ship to corn islands

Corn island is a great island. It is very small, there are no streets (and therefore no cars) and except a tiny village the interior is thick jungle while on the coast you have beautiful postcard beaches. There is only one problem: Apart from us there were like 1000 other backpacker (mainly north Americans) on the island. It was totally crowded, the prices were as high as we didn´t see since Mexico and it had nothing to do with a romantic feeling itself. We looked nearly the whole first day for a nice Hostel, at the end we found something very nice. We had to walk through the jungle for 30 minutes to the other side and there were some huts built by an Italian artist. There was no electricity or anything whatsoever and we had the whole beach there for yourself. OK, we had to walk every time through the jungle to get something to eat (this was hard, especially in the evening/night where you couldn´t see anything) but it was worth it – at least for one day! 





Welcome to paradise - our "privat" beach on corn Islands 

On the second day my (Romans) old enigma faced me again as a dog bit me in my leg. This is now the second time. This are now my words and not Carlas: “I HATE DOGS!” Well, I couldn´t walk anymore and my leg was bleeding like hell so we decided to cancel the trip and go back to civilization. The world cup was waiting.

We will try to Update you in the next couple of days with more information.

Stay safe and LETS GO BELGIUM

Somos un mundo 

  

Honduras 1 - between heaven and hell

Hello mundo,

the rainy season finally started and it is raining outside in the Nicaraguan jungle. Enough time for us to Update our blog... ;)

We finished writing while we were in Perquin, the border town to Honduras. Well, until some month ago there was no crossing line for foreigners (Honduras and El Salvador have a complicated relationship and not too many official boarder crossings), even the "mundo solitario" (aka lonley planet) told us that crossing is not possible. Thanks to the new immigration office there was a way - but this was an adventure itself. 5 hours by bus on unpaved roads through the mountain highland. Once we crossed the border we got directly a feeling of what was expecting us in Honduras: No infrastructure at all. During our 10 day stay in Honduras we were 5 days without electricity. Except the main highways that connect the main cities there are no real streets in Honduras. Even if the map tells you there is a road - it´s often hard to spot, even when you are on it...

 A typical road in honduras

Anyway, after some hours our bus ride came to an unexpected hold as the rear axle from another bus in front decided that 80 years of work is enough and broke down. Because the streets are very narrow in Honduras it was not possible to pass by - that´s what we thought, but not our bus driver. After some discussions with the other bus driver he tried to pass by on the left side. Next to the tiny sreet there was a profoud abyss from ca 20 meters. First everything went well but after some meters we felt that the bus was drifting sharply to the left. First a bit, than more and more. People in the bus started to scream and we also thought (once more) "this could be the quick end of our journey". As the bus was about to fall to the left down the abyssm the bus driver put down his accelerator and moved the bus sharp to the right (as he passed the first bus). Once more we survived. YUHUUU :D!!

Once we arrived in the first city of Honduras we moved on quiet quickly to "Gracias", an old colonial town, compared to Antigua in Guatemala but without tourism, after I (Roman) got my ass kicked in football against a 9 year old girl we decided to do something fun: So we went to some nice thermal bads in the middle of the forest. It was great to lie in those hot pools looking up and seeing the birds fly over you.
Too much stress...

The very next day we travelled to a small town (La Campa) near Gracias. After 20 Kilometer (in Honduras a 2 hour ride) we arrived to do something extraordinary: The most expectular kanopy in whole America: There are 6 zip lines that bring you from a 300 meter high canyon down to the village church. We have to admit that we are normally chickens and prefer a cold beer in a bar than jumping from a 300 meter cliff but we had to do that - incredible. The town is very hard to reach and there is not a lot of tourism (some national though) but if you are in this area one day you have to do that. Here some impressions:







After that, we went on straigt to la Ceiba, the city on the caribean coast - well, not straigth away. First we had to change our bus in San Pedro, the most dangerous city in the world. Here more people get killed than in Bagdad or Damascus. And we realized the situation even before we reached the city. There was a military checkpoint who stopped our bus, military moved in fully equiped with machinguns and ordered all th male in the bus to get out. Once out we had to stand next to each other, legs spreat and our hands against the bus. We got completely searched! In the meantime other military guys went into the bus and asked Carla a million things about our stay in this area. We understand that security is important but to get treated like a criminal is something very disturbing and in our views the wrong way. This won´t help to stop the crime, it just makes people mad as they get treatet badly...

Well, we changed bus in San Pedro and left quite quickly to la Ceiba, where we arrived to the yearly carneval (the biggest party in Honduras). A lot of things happened around the carneval but we don´t want to extend this blog entry to 10 pages so we say: "It was nice!" ;).

In the beginning we where planning to go to a tourism island called "Utila" and then do rafting down a river nearby - instead we celebrated carneval to the full and went to paradise: "Cayos cochinos". Those 30 islands in the caribean are not really affected by tourism so far. We went there with some locals and stayed one night on one of their islands. This was purely amazing and it felt like "Robinson Cruso 2.0". We where the only tourist there on this island/village. They gave us a small room next to the sea and we just enjoyed the beauty of nature (Ok, as all of you know us: ...and the even more beautyfull bottle of ron at night!!!!).


 The view from our room


 At night - no electricity . And Skip bo is everywhere where we are...




 The return trip from those islands where the horror. 2 guys came to pick us up in a small boad (something like the last picture but with a engine). The problem was that the "capitain" was so stoned that he couldn´t even walk. And we had to drive 1,5 hours through open sea. This was the most horrible 1,5 hours in our life. The guy was so druged that he had probems to keep on track and from time to time moved the boat even further away from the coast. He even felt asleep once so we had to wake him up again - we promised ourself not to do something like this again.

Well, we needed 4 days afterwards to go from La Caiba (city in the north) to the Nicaraguan boarder (south). Four interesting days but we want to have to tell you something as well at home later, therefore we move on to Nicaragua ;).

First we went to Somote, a small border town with a beautiful canyon. We passed the canyon, part time walking, art time swimming, part time jumping from 10 meter cliffs into the water.

 Proudly presenting: Our "Spiderman shoes"




From there on we went to Esteli, the tabacco town of Nicaragua. We visited some nice waterfalls, went to a cigar factory and enjoed to be in a country with infrastructure again.

 The guy behind Carla is purely enjoing himself...


Later we will talk more about Nicaragua. At the moment we are in a small town in the jungle where the street stops. Later on we will take a boat to go further in and visit some indigenous villages around here.

All of you a nice week and we hope you enjoy the beginning of the summer (in Europe).

Somos un mundo















   

El Salvador 1 - The land of the free (?)



Hello mundo,

It has been 2 weeks since we add our last blog - mainly because of 2 reasons: The first is we were both sick for a couple of days and the second is that we spend most of the time in buses (or waiting for them ;) ).

Since we left Merida in Mexico a lot have happened: First of all we decided to move back to Guatemala - but this time with a first class bus. So we paid a lot of money in order to get near the border - and both got very very sick. The bus ride took 8 hours during the night but the bus driver probably worked before as butcher and was used to work in a "fridge cold environment". Therefore he turned on the climatic system down to 10/15 degrees. We were not prepared for that at all and entered the bus only with t-shirt and short. The result was 40 degrees of fever and a 4 day break from our travel.

But before we could rest we had to travel sick for 1 more day, first passing the Guatemalan "immigrant border". The border is very far away from the normal boarder passing and it is very easy for the locals to enter into Mexico without immigration problems. At the border was the first time we met 3 guys (between 20 and 25 years old) who were about to take the train to the United States. "La bestia", how the train is also called is stuff of a lot of movies and documentations. People from all over Central America ride this train on the roof. The train starts at the south of Mexico and ends up at the border with the United States. The ride itself is an absolute nightmare. Girls get raped, men get killed of kidnapped by the Mexican Mafia and only a few percentages actually get through it. We saw a lot of documentaries about that, but meeting people who are actually doing this and taking the risk was something very moving - and reminded us again how fortunate we were to travel around just for the fun. Here a short CNN documentary if you are interested in knowing more about the suffering of a big part of the Central American population:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7UZk6Hg-Xo

Border Mexico - Guatemala

After we passed the border we had to take another bus driving for 5 hours through unpaved roads until we arrived finally in Flores (Guatemala) again. Here we stayed for 4 days in order to get rid of our fever. As we hadn´t any medicine against fever with us we decided to buy some in the pharmacy  - what has his own charm. It is not like in Europe that you buy a pack of medicine. Here people are selling you pills alone - without package or description for what this is. In my (Roman) case the pharmacist gave me 4 little blue pills and I was not sure if this was actually against the cold of if she was just selling me her last Viagra she had in stock. I took them anyway and they helped. As I felt asleep quite quickly afterwards I do not think it was Viagra - but who knows... ;).

After 4 days we finally crossed the border into El Salvador. Our first stop was Ataco, a small town in the mountains. The town was actually very nice as we arrived on Sunday. The streets where packed with people and business was good. So we decided one more day (until Tuesday) in our family run hostel. When we got up on Monday morning the owner of the Hostel just said "good bye" as they were going back to the capital where they were living during the week. They gave us the keys from their house/Hostel and as we were the only guest they just said "stay as long as you want. Maybe we see us on Friday - good bye" - and gone they were. And there we where: Owner of a nice little house for our own. The owners let all doors open for us so we could actually live there - for free. They didn´t ask for any money, nothing. It was just one more example of the unbelievable hospitality we experienced here. 

Our "own" house for the first time after 2 month


We still moved on at the next day. The next stop was the pacific coast from El Salvador. After waiting 8 hours for the bus in the main bus station we got the connection and moved right into "surfer heaven". Until then be barely saw tourist in this country but the coast is packed with surfers from all over the world. With them come Hostels, bars, restaurants - everything what a travellers mind expect from holiday. Those places are normally not our preferred spots but it´s nice from time to time to enjoy a "western lifestyle".



After the 5th bottle I should do "something funny" - alcohol makes you stupid ;)

We stayed 2 days more on the coast and after one more day in the capital San Salvador (there is nothing to tell about San Salvador. It is like every city in Central America. Noisy, dirty and extremely dangerous) we took a but until Perquin, another village town in the south of El Salvador. Here we are at the moment. Perquin was the headquater of the guerillas in the 80s and 90s and the town (and the villages around them) suffered a lot because of their support to the guerrillas. In fact in 1982 a nearby village got completely erased by the military. More than 1000 deaths and only 1(!) woman survived the attack from the village.

Perquin itself is a beautiful village. We saw a guerilla camp nearby and talked with the people who all (or their parents) supported the guerilla. It is like a living museum with real stories. Unbelievable what people had to suffer while at the same time in a different place in the world we were playing football in Hauset or learning how  to drive a bicycle in La Paz.


 The beautiful town of Perquin



Anyway, tomorrow we will move on to Honduras - statistically the most dangerous country in the world. Hard to believe after all the good experience we received in our trip so far. 

Have a nice weekend and all to the supporter of Athletico Madrid, Bayern Munich or Arsenal London - congratulations for the victories!!!!!! (Not to forget that every club has at least one Belgian player in it ;) ).

Abrazos a todos


Somos un mundo