All right, calm yourself... I know you have been waiting, holding your breath... Okay.
Breathe.
Let us see. Oh yes... Playa Del Carmen:
Wowza... its not cheap, exactly, but cheaper than Canada...
I loved it. I spent most of my days at the beach, and yes, I do tan people, I got so dark here it was ridiculous, SPF 45 was a bit of a joke, I shouldn't have even bothered.
Other beach benefits: Beach hair, (translation... dreadlocks, and I tried to fight them, with conditioner, a big comb and tears in my eyes for a few mornings.. but with the wind and the water and the salt, it was a losing battle, and I gave in, so now, I have dreadlocks... but me gusta! I like!) sand everywhere, walking barefoot, really smooth skin from aforementioned sand, ummm... appreciating cold beer like never before.
I love Hostal Playa, I spent so much time there (almost three weeks people!) I have started to regard it as a second home. I love the communal kitchen and eating area, the staff are amazing (I love you Eli!!! Entonces, entonces, entonces!) and its right across the street from Wal-Mart.
Now before you start, remember that I am Canadian, and if you are Canadian and reading this, you probably feel about the same way as I do about good ole Wally Mart.
But in Mexico, especially Playa, its the best place to get veggies that don't look and taste like crap (because its pushed out all the local biz, sigh) and cheap beer, and the best pastry and biggest supply of yogurt (like 30 different brands y'all, no joke)... yogurt in Mexico is indescribably good, I am already saddened at the thought of having to eat Canuck yogurt again someday...
That yogurt may be my undoing. One day several years from now, a couple of my Vancouverite friends will bump into each other and go, "Whatever happened to Emmie? She went on vacation in Mexico and I never heard from her again..." Friend #2 will say "Oh she couldn't leave, she liked the yogurt too much. Apparently her favorite is Lala brand, coconut flavor."
Yup.
I will let Catherine speak for herself about her experiences there, its always best to tell your own stories, no?
Anyhoo...
I met some lovely people... Amy, a British beauty, Adam, crazy, and also British, a gaggle of impossibly gorgeous Norwegian chicks who I hung out with alot after Cath left for Cuba, (yay nightclubbing, my favorite thing to do after lying on the beach all day, this is my vacation y'all!) Michal, a smart assed cute little Israeli package, and more... I love travelling!
I ate the best Ceviche ever in Yaxache restaurant... and trust me, you want to try this shit. No I won't even tell you what it is... go look it up, and its worth flying to Mexico to just have that. Uh huh.
Nightclubbing in Playa is fun, if you don't mind that most of the night, they will play techno... but thankfully, then the DJ gets a slap upside the head, and starts playing reggaeton, hip hop, pop... etc... and of course, the ever present salsa music.
Oh yeah, I took Salsa lessons, from the hottest guy I have ever met, (and that man could shake his hips! Yowza!) and went to La Bodeguita del Medio to practice a bit, which is the best Cuban Salsa club in the world, outside of Cuba that is. You have to go and see the "Cuban Barbie" perform, every night except Mondays, its amazing. If only I could shake my body like that girl, I would want for nothing else. Well, maybe her skimpy costumes, I totally wish I could wear a top that is basically a hanky with a clip at the front... nope, that's for real.
Drooling yet? Yeah, me too.
I had a good time.
Only a few bad things... getting my wallet stolen at a nightclub, (my bank card was in it, so I am without one AGAIN!!! aRRRRGH!!) my eyebrow piercing got ripped a bit by the flying head of a crazy Australian boy I was partying with (its recovered), and saying goodbye to Cath...
Good things: Spending two days of bliss in Isla Mujeres, going snorkeling for the first time in Isla, wow, that was a life changing experience, the water was so clear, and the fishies- I saw a Dory fish, you know, from Finding Nemo!! So cool!!!
Anyhoo.
Next chapter... Emmie braves Guatemala alone, while being the skinniest she has ever been! (Partly from heat, walking more than she ever had before, partly from Travellers ummm...sickness) Stay tuned....
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Friday, May 4, 2007
Playing in Playa, parte dos....
Sophia: Picture it, Sardinia 1945...
Blanche: But I thought all these stories of yours took place in Sicily?
Sophia: Can't a person go away for the weekend?!
The Golden Girls
Section 3: Tulum, once again, with less umm... yuck.
So the first time we went to Tulum, we spent about 25 or 26 hours there. We got serenaded at a cheesy restaurant the night we got in, and given two t-shirts after (ugly things with a scantily clad girl in a giant tequila glass, I "forgot" mine soon after in a random hostel), had a lovely free breakfast at our cheap hostel (Hostel Lobos, and the breakfast was a hunk of fresh pineapple and some other fruit, 2 pancakes, 2 eggs, tea or coffee) The ruins first thing in the morning were beautiful and turista free (I forgot my camera, sorry y'all) and we loved the beach (at that time we only saw the ones at the ruins, which was like something out of a dream, I swear, it was a true untouched paradise) and we were thinking, we could stay awhile.
Then the owner came into the girls dorm and dropped his trousers....
....entonces en aquel momento (then, at that time) we were out of there so fast you couldn't have said boo faster.
Actually, that was when I realized how lucky I was to be travelling with someone who also knows when to cut and run. Some of the people we met who were travelling together looked miserable. We had no such problems, we got along most of the time, and when we fought, we worked it out, and loved each other more for the effort.
So when we decided in horrible nasty Chetumal (the true armpit of Mexico) to go back Tulum, but a different hostel, it was not without some fear, actually; we had trouble getting off the bus.
But we soldiered bravely on, stayed the Weary Traveller in Tulum, a wonderful if a bit smelly hostel (with a free brekkie that you make yourself, a free collectivo (a van that is a cheap way around Mexico, like a local bus, except nicer) ride to the beach, and great deals on dinner, and beers...) and also spent two nights at the beach cabañas with a bunch of people we met there.
Bliss, and much better this time around.
Blanche: But I thought all these stories of yours took place in Sicily?
Sophia: Can't a person go away for the weekend?!
The Golden Girls
Section 3: Tulum, once again, with less umm... yuck.
So the first time we went to Tulum, we spent about 25 or 26 hours there. We got serenaded at a cheesy restaurant the night we got in, and given two t-shirts after (ugly things with a scantily clad girl in a giant tequila glass, I "forgot" mine soon after in a random hostel), had a lovely free breakfast at our cheap hostel (Hostel Lobos, and the breakfast was a hunk of fresh pineapple and some other fruit, 2 pancakes, 2 eggs, tea or coffee) The ruins first thing in the morning were beautiful and turista free (I forgot my camera, sorry y'all) and we loved the beach (at that time we only saw the ones at the ruins, which was like something out of a dream, I swear, it was a true untouched paradise) and we were thinking, we could stay awhile.
Then the owner came into the girls dorm and dropped his trousers....
....entonces en aquel momento (then, at that time) we were out of there so fast you couldn't have said boo faster.
Actually, that was when I realized how lucky I was to be travelling with someone who also knows when to cut and run. Some of the people we met who were travelling together looked miserable. We had no such problems, we got along most of the time, and when we fought, we worked it out, and loved each other more for the effort.
So when we decided in horrible nasty Chetumal (the true armpit of Mexico) to go back Tulum, but a different hostel, it was not without some fear, actually; we had trouble getting off the bus.
But we soldiered bravely on, stayed the Weary Traveller in Tulum, a wonderful if a bit smelly hostel (with a free brekkie that you make yourself, a free collectivo (a van that is a cheap way around Mexico, like a local bus, except nicer) ride to the beach, and great deals on dinner, and beers...) and also spent two nights at the beach cabañas with a bunch of people we met there.
Bliss, and much better this time around.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Playing in Playa once again....
Taps microphone....
Hello? Anyone still there? Sorry Cath and I haven't written in a long while. Life is so crazy, good and bad, and honestly, alot of days its just too darn hot to write.
Where to begin? This is what happens when you leave it too long folks. (Paws ground with foot, looks apologetic) Sorry about that.
Okay.
Section 1-A: Mexico City....
I liked it, but it was pricey. Unfortunately spent most of my time there sick. I had fun going to nightclubs, because if you are a black chick in Mexico City, you never have to pay entrance for a nightclub. I know, it sounds crazy. But all the clubs really want to have pretty foreign girls inside. So they let you in for free. Not a bad life, I must say. I suggest you try it, even if you are not black, you can save yourself hundreds of pesos.
I was finally able to get my bank card Fed ex-ed to me in Mexico City. May I just interject here how much I hate Royal Bank? With the burning passion of a thousand suns, I despise you, and all your children, and all your children's children, RBC. When I return to Vancouver, I'll be coming for you.
I digress.
Section 1-B Mexico City Metro
Good lord, its hot on that thing. But its like the best thing since handmade tortillas. I freaking loved it. The only thing that sucked was you have to wear t-shirts, not tank tops, or men assume you are a slut and bump into you, brush up against you, and leer, its disturbing. So besides wearing more clothes than you would ever want to wear in such heat, Catherine and I devised the "ugly face" technique.
See, the only thing that scares Mexican men off is the possibility of picking up a crazy chick. You can be as mean as you want, and it just turns them on more. They think crazy is catching, and no way in hell would they risk sleeping with you, you may give them Crazy (not an STD at the time of publishing) and therefore, you are UNTOUCHABLE. Brilliant. Muchos props to Cath for making this shit up.
That girls face is like Play Doh, I never saw someone go from totally stunning to completely scary in seconds like that before. Amazing. That's my girl. Hers was a subtle mouth twitch that turned into a brilliant eye malfunction. I will have to direct you to our photo album to see it. Oh darn, I thought I took pics of it!
BTW: Vicky, I have tons of photos of Catherine on the album site, the link I put up here was a joke, its pics my boyfriend took of me in my famous white bikini. So if you want to see other pics (but why would you, haha!) click here: http://picasaweb.google.com/blacktulipgirl
More digressing...
Section 2: Chetumal
The less said about Chetumal, the better. This has to be, hands down, the crappiest place to stay in Mexico. We were there for two unfortunate nights while we tried to decide what to do with the rest of our trip. Here's what my mind conjures up when I think of Chetumal:
Hello? Anyone still there? Sorry Cath and I haven't written in a long while. Life is so crazy, good and bad, and honestly, alot of days its just too darn hot to write.
Where to begin? This is what happens when you leave it too long folks. (Paws ground with foot, looks apologetic) Sorry about that.
Okay.
Section 1-A: Mexico City....
I liked it, but it was pricey. Unfortunately spent most of my time there sick. I had fun going to nightclubs, because if you are a black chick in Mexico City, you never have to pay entrance for a nightclub. I know, it sounds crazy. But all the clubs really want to have pretty foreign girls inside. So they let you in for free. Not a bad life, I must say. I suggest you try it, even if you are not black, you can save yourself hundreds of pesos.
I was finally able to get my bank card Fed ex-ed to me in Mexico City. May I just interject here how much I hate Royal Bank? With the burning passion of a thousand suns, I despise you, and all your children, and all your children's children, RBC. When I return to Vancouver, I'll be coming for you.
I digress.
Section 1-B Mexico City Metro
Good lord, its hot on that thing. But its like the best thing since handmade tortillas. I freaking loved it. The only thing that sucked was you have to wear t-shirts, not tank tops, or men assume you are a slut and bump into you, brush up against you, and leer, its disturbing. So besides wearing more clothes than you would ever want to wear in such heat, Catherine and I devised the "ugly face" technique.
See, the only thing that scares Mexican men off is the possibility of picking up a crazy chick. You can be as mean as you want, and it just turns them on more. They think crazy is catching, and no way in hell would they risk sleeping with you, you may give them Crazy (not an STD at the time of publishing) and therefore, you are UNTOUCHABLE. Brilliant. Muchos props to Cath for making this shit up.
That girls face is like Play Doh, I never saw someone go from totally stunning to completely scary in seconds like that before. Amazing. That's my girl. Hers was a subtle mouth twitch that turned into a brilliant eye malfunction. I will have to direct you to our photo album to see it. Oh darn, I thought I took pics of it!
BTW: Vicky, I have tons of photos of Catherine on the album site, the link I put up here was a joke, its pics my boyfriend took of me in my famous white bikini. So if you want to see other pics (but why would you, haha!) click here: http://picasaweb.google.com
More digressing...
Section 2: Chetumal
The less said about Chetumal, the better. This has to be, hands down, the crappiest place to stay in Mexico. We were there for two unfortunate nights while we tried to decide what to do with the rest of our trip. Here's what my mind conjures up when I think of Chetumal:
- Bed Bugs
- Bathrooms without a door... this is not a joke, friends.
- Meeting the nicest East Indian couple in the world, who gave us a lift home from their shop to our sketchy hostel, Villa Deportiva. I wanted to deport myself right out of there, in fact.
- The best sleep ever because of the breeze, the worst sleep ever at the same time because of the men trying to break into our room.
- Eating rotting fruit for breakfast
- Having the best Italian meal I've ever had at some random restaurant there, called Sergios or something
- Having 4 showers a day to combat the heat, and losing
- Trying to decide between Guatemala and Belize or back to Playa... guess what! We chose Playa!
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Nightclubbing, real nightclubbing....
Wow, is all I have to say... wow.
Last night Catherine, Claire (a lovely English girl we met a couple of weeks ago) and I went out dancing.
The first nightclub we hit was TXAI, which was crowded outside and all the girls were wearing tons of eye makeup, shorts, jeans or super minis and high, high heels. Catherine and I looked good for sure but I was wearing flat sandals (I can't be bothered to wear heels to dance, its counter productive) and Catherine had low heels on.
When I looked around, I thought, hmmm... I wonder if we look dressed up enough to get in? Neither of us wear tons of makeup, I was wearing a nice halter top and dressy cargo's and sandals, and Cath had on a nice burgundy skirt, and a black scoop neck top, but both of us were showing a lot less cleavage, think less tarty more elegant sexy lol.
So while I'm wondering this, we are standing in the crowd, and I take off my sweater and fold it over my arm. Suddenly a big bouncer guy beckons to me unsmilingly. 'I guess he's going to tell us to go home' I think. I go up to him, and he moves the rope so that I can get in!
I love Mexico... being a foreigner guarantees you free entry before everyone else!
Last night Catherine, Claire (a lovely English girl we met a couple of weeks ago) and I went out dancing.
The first nightclub we hit was TXAI, which was crowded outside and all the girls were wearing tons of eye makeup, shorts, jeans or super minis and high, high heels. Catherine and I looked good for sure but I was wearing flat sandals (I can't be bothered to wear heels to dance, its counter productive) and Catherine had low heels on.
When I looked around, I thought, hmmm... I wonder if we look dressed up enough to get in? Neither of us wear tons of makeup, I was wearing a nice halter top and dressy cargo's and sandals, and Cath had on a nice burgundy skirt, and a black scoop neck top, but both of us were showing a lot less cleavage, think less tarty more elegant sexy lol.
So while I'm wondering this, we are standing in the crowd, and I take off my sweater and fold it over my arm. Suddenly a big bouncer guy beckons to me unsmilingly. 'I guess he's going to tell us to go home' I think. I go up to him, and he moves the rope so that I can get in!
I love Mexico... being a foreigner guarantees you free entry before everyone else!
Friday, March 16, 2007
Woah!
Hi Kids!
I have had a crazy whirlwind of couple of weeks. The last unfolding of events were more stressful than relaxing between a midnite hospital visit for a spider bite, bank card troubles, being swarmed and having my travel book stolen.
I hated San Cristobal. There were beautiful parts but who could believe that Mexico could be so cold. There was also this undercurrent of tension between the locals and the tourists. I was as happy as hell to get out of there.
On the upside, I met a cute Austrailan boy and we headed for Mexico City. Dear god, do I love Mexico City. I am in the Vancouver equivalent of Kitsalano. Super yuppie and super beautiful. There is a beautiful Colonial Plaza only a ten minute walk from my hostel. I spent the other day sitting among the trees next to the gazebo watching the children play, men read and old ladies chat while eating their lunch. It is a peaceful space. I met a fabulous english girl, Claire. We went out last nite and ordered Pina Coladas. Only to find that the white rum was replaced with beer. So gross!!!!
On the whole, I am feeling introspective. Enjoying the couple of days to myself to rest, explore and read. I hope this reaches all of you healthy and whole.
Lots of Love Catherine
I have had a crazy whirlwind of couple of weeks. The last unfolding of events were more stressful than relaxing between a midnite hospital visit for a spider bite, bank card troubles, being swarmed and having my travel book stolen.
I hated San Cristobal. There were beautiful parts but who could believe that Mexico could be so cold. There was also this undercurrent of tension between the locals and the tourists. I was as happy as hell to get out of there.
On the upside, I met a cute Austrailan boy and we headed for Mexico City. Dear god, do I love Mexico City. I am in the Vancouver equivalent of Kitsalano. Super yuppie and super beautiful. There is a beautiful Colonial Plaza only a ten minute walk from my hostel. I spent the other day sitting among the trees next to the gazebo watching the children play, men read and old ladies chat while eating their lunch. It is a peaceful space. I met a fabulous english girl, Claire. We went out last nite and ordered Pina Coladas. Only to find that the white rum was replaced with beer. So gross!!!!
On the whole, I am feeling introspective. Enjoying the couple of days to myself to rest, explore and read. I hope this reaches all of you healthy and whole.
Lots of Love Catherine
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Brr... Welcome to Canada... I mean San Cristobal...
San Cristobal... probably the only place in Mexico you can buy mittens, scarves, tuques, ponchos, winter coats.... and you need them.
So of course, that is where Catherine and I headed unknowingly. Like lambs to the slaughter...minus the nice comforting wool that would have come in handy.
I was so cold, I bought a sweater. Unfortunately, it didn't feel like enough. I considered mittens... but was determined not to give in... Canadian pride and all.
Lol.
All the Canadians I met, well, everyone really, was only at the hostel for a short time, before moving on to warmer pastures. Even the super cheapness of the hostels ($50 MXN= $5.25 CDN per night ) didn't tempt anyone.
At all.
But there were allot of cool things:
The most beautiful moving church service I have ever been to at a Cathedral in the Zocalo.
Vegetarian restaurants on every corner, sometimes more than two per street (San Cristobal is the hippie central of Mexico)
Still having great hair, even if it froze a little bit after my shower...
I am so happy travelling with the muy bonita precious Catherine. She really is the best person I could have travelled with.
Who else would put up with my (admittedly, quite terrible) Godfather imitations?
She's awesome.
It was quite crazy what we did, commiting to travelling together after knowing each other for only a short time, actually commiting to travel together for longer than we knew each other at the time!
I love you Cath. You rock.
So of course, that is where Catherine and I headed unknowingly. Like lambs to the slaughter...minus the nice comforting wool that would have come in handy.
I was so cold, I bought a sweater. Unfortunately, it didn't feel like enough. I considered mittens... but was determined not to give in... Canadian pride and all.
Lol.
All the Canadians I met, well, everyone really, was only at the hostel for a short time, before moving on to warmer pastures. Even the super cheapness of the hostels ($50 MXN= $5.25 CDN per night ) didn't tempt anyone.
At all.
But there were allot of cool things:
The most beautiful moving church service I have ever been to at a Cathedral in the Zocalo.
Vegetarian restaurants on every corner, sometimes more than two per street (San Cristobal is the hippie central of Mexico)
Still having great hair, even if it froze a little bit after my shower...
I am so happy travelling with the muy bonita precious Catherine. She really is the best person I could have travelled with.
Who else would put up with my (admittedly, quite terrible) Godfather imitations?
Now don't refuse me. Understand, paisan? Understand, paisan? ... Tell your friends I don't want a lot. Just enough to wet my beak. Don't be afraid to tell them!"
She's awesome.
It was quite crazy what we did, commiting to travelling together after knowing each other for only a short time, actually commiting to travel together for longer than we knew each other at the time!
I love you Cath. You rock.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Campeche, El Stinko & the Ruins.
Hello kids,
The plaza in Campeche was beautiful. At the nightime it fills with children painting, married couples strolling, grandmas playing bingo, and young lovers kissing on the steps. I have to say the city was really romantic. I am pleasantly surprised. I felt like Campeche became a second home (thanks to Yanira and Armando!)
Next was El Panchan or as I like to call it "El Stinko". It was described by lonely planet as an oasis which, in truth, was a pile of shit (literally). This tourist beacon pumped so much of its raw sewage into the local rivers that the site was overwhelmed by the smell. This became painfully apparent when the mid-day summer breeze hit and blew across the grounds. The restaurants and the tour booths were filled with sleazy men cat-calling ¨mammacita¨." So I had loads of motivation the following day to wake up at 6am in order to commeder Emmie and myself to a greener pasteur. The place we are staying now is lovely. It smells like flowers, rain and wet moss. There are ample butterflies and lizards. The surrounding jungle is beautiful with towering trees and green vines. It so lush that it reminds me of Lowermainland during the summer time.
I saw the Palenque´s ruins today. They are astounding. The ruins belong to the classic period of mayan who develop their skills at astronomy and high society. The Plaza del Sol is by far the most interesting. It was the quarters for the King, Queen and of course all their servants. There were beautiful reliefs on the walls depiting the King, Queen and the many different gods.
Next we are heading to San Cristobal. With promises of mayan medicine and mixes of indigneous and catholic culture. I am happy to leave Palenque behind me. The wind is definately at my back.
I guess it´s been 3 weeks now. It feels like a year and a summer´s day dream all at the same time. I hope this email reaches you well and whole.
Many Blessings, Catherine
The plaza in Campeche was beautiful. At the nightime it fills with children painting, married couples strolling, grandmas playing bingo, and young lovers kissing on the steps. I have to say the city was really romantic. I am pleasantly surprised. I felt like Campeche became a second home (thanks to Yanira and Armando!)
Next was El Panchan or as I like to call it "El Stinko". It was described by lonely planet as an oasis which, in truth, was a pile of shit (literally). This tourist beacon pumped so much of its raw sewage into the local rivers that the site was overwhelmed by the smell. This became painfully apparent when the mid-day summer breeze hit and blew across the grounds. The restaurants and the tour booths were filled with sleazy men cat-calling ¨mammacita¨." So I had loads of motivation the following day to wake up at 6am in order to commeder Emmie and myself to a greener pasteur. The place we are staying now is lovely. It smells like flowers, rain and wet moss. There are ample butterflies and lizards. The surrounding jungle is beautiful with towering trees and green vines. It so lush that it reminds me of Lowermainland during the summer time.
I saw the Palenque´s ruins today. They are astounding. The ruins belong to the classic period of mayan who develop their skills at astronomy and high society. The Plaza del Sol is by far the most interesting. It was the quarters for the King, Queen and of course all their servants. There were beautiful reliefs on the walls depiting the King, Queen and the many different gods.
Next we are heading to San Cristobal. With promises of mayan medicine and mixes of indigneous and catholic culture. I am happy to leave Palenque behind me. The wind is definately at my back.
I guess it´s been 3 weeks now. It feels like a year and a summer´s day dream all at the same time. I hope this email reaches you well and whole.
Many Blessings, Catherine
Friday, February 23, 2007
Mérida.... again!
So I elected to go back to Mérida by myself while Catherine spends some much needed quality time with her friends Yanira and Armando in Campeche!
I loved Mérida and I was sad that we were here for only one night last time, so I came back, and I'm staying at a newish hostel (its only been open a year) called Hostal Sta. Lucia. (www.hostalstalucia.com)
When I left my 1st class bus (luxury! not even stopped at the Campeche/Yucatan border!) there was a nice guy handing out flyers about it, and I thought, why not? I thought I could check it out at least. I've already settled in. I elected to stay in the dorm because the private rooms were pretty dark, and I didn't want to get depressed. Its a pretty place, not spectacular in any way yet, but you never know! The dorms are $7 USD or $80 pesos.
They have free internet, hot water! big American style breakfast (hopefully not like our Texan fare of plastic eggs, shudder), and its quite pretty, since its a colonial place.
Catherine and I have decided to hit Belize, and have a little vacation from the language barrier. We are both in need of a little break from the struggle.
So anyhoo, in a couple of days, we shall meet in Chetumal, and head to Belize together!
BTW.... I don't have time tonight, but tomorrow I will put up some pics of Mérida, and Campeche.
Umm... feeling much better, no more travel sickness!
Love y'all!!!
Emm
I loved Mérida and I was sad that we were here for only one night last time, so I came back, and I'm staying at a newish hostel (its only been open a year) called Hostal Sta. Lucia. (www.hostalstalucia.com)
When I left my 1st class bus (luxury! not even stopped at the Campeche/Yucatan border!) there was a nice guy handing out flyers about it, and I thought, why not? I thought I could check it out at least. I've already settled in. I elected to stay in the dorm because the private rooms were pretty dark, and I didn't want to get depressed. Its a pretty place, not spectacular in any way yet, but you never know! The dorms are $7 USD or $80 pesos.
They have free internet, hot water! big American style breakfast (hopefully not like our Texan fare of plastic eggs, shudder), and its quite pretty, since its a colonial place.
Catherine and I have decided to hit Belize, and have a little vacation from the language barrier. We are both in need of a little break from the struggle.
So anyhoo, in a couple of days, we shall meet in Chetumal, and head to Belize together!
BTW.... I don't have time tonight, but tomorrow I will put up some pics of Mérida, and Campeche.
Umm... feeling much better, no more travel sickness!
Love y'all!!!
Emm
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
The wild rollercoaster ride
Hello everyone,
Emmie and I are at a week and half. We definitely already had our share of ups and downs. Ups include beautiful post-classic Mayan temples, white sand beaches, warm weather, and beautiful colonial style buildings. The downs would be the police stopping our bus three times, the food poisoning, and the lobo hostel. The hostel had wires hanging out of the wall and the most foolishly constructed bathroom that I have ever seen. The toilets were too big for the stalls. what!? Emmie and I are also figuring out our travelling relationship through different towns, languages and homes. And thank god, so far so good. I have to say having a travelling companion is a welcomed blessing and I am very thankful. I hope you are all doing well. Wish us luck as we continue on our journey.
Much love, Catherine :)
Emmie and I are at a week and half. We definitely already had our share of ups and downs. Ups include beautiful post-classic Mayan temples, white sand beaches, warm weather, and beautiful colonial style buildings. The downs would be the police stopping our bus three times, the food poisoning, and the lobo hostel. The hostel had wires hanging out of the wall and the most foolishly constructed bathroom that I have ever seen. The toilets were too big for the stalls. what!? Emmie and I are also figuring out our travelling relationship through different towns, languages and homes. And thank god, so far so good. I have to say having a travelling companion is a welcomed blessing and I am very thankful. I hope you are all doing well. Wish us luck as we continue on our journey.
Much love, Catherine :)
Saturday, February 17, 2007
For pictures see here
Hi everyone!
To see pictures I´ve taken, go to my Picasa Web Album!
http://picasaweb.google.com/blacktulipgirl
To see pictures I´ve taken, go to my Picasa Web Album!
http://picasaweb.google.com/blacktulipgirl
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