There is nothing like it is there? Waking up early, dozing lightly and therapeutically listening to the little cheepy cheep of all those lovely happy birdies and if that is what I had experienced this morning I´m sure I would have been much more prepared for the 7 hour bus journey complete with 5 road blocks (the indigenous folk around here are having a bad day by the looks of things either that or balaclavas is the costume of choice for "The Day of the Dead" in this part of Mexico). But no Dawn Chorus Mexicano styley is more like an unexpected motor rally in the middle of the jungle and lasts a good two hours, give me a disorientated cock crowing any day. I think it goes something like this (if you have never heard a howler monkey you must imagine the roar as a supernaturally large dog who hasn´t been fed in 5 days and is seriously pissed!)
Big Chief Howler Monkey 1: Here lads check this out....(obscenely loud roar)
Smaller Subservient Howler Monkeys 1 thru 20: Laugh out loud...(20 simultaneous loud roars)
Big Chief Howler Monkey 2 (from the splinter breakaway faction down the road/trail): Thats rubbish you big girls blouse...(even louder obscenely loud roar)
Splinter Group Howler Monkeys 1 thru 40: Laugh out loud...
...well you get the picture. Its like some primeval burping competition. No need for the snooze button around here I tell you.
So that was this morning and if I keep going like this I am liable to break all former records for emailing drivel. I know this is probably heading straight for the junk folder anyway but I shall battle onwads and at least it will save me the hassle of actually writing a diary!
So thus far I have been on a speedy gonzalez tour of the central america and even manage three countries in as many days (Honduras, Guatemala and Belize) If I keep this up I should be home by Christmas! Feel free to buy me presents as a precuationary measure.
Honduras was lock-in central, if we didn´t get locked in to your pub it wasn´t worth going there. Jeff inadvertently invented the drink called the "Panty Ripper" (coconut rum and pineapple juice for you budding mixologists out there). Angie got nicknamed "$3" by a big rasta man called Homer, and not for the sordid reason you are thinking, but because she refused to pay anymore than that for anything. My diving (I was going to say was a complete wash out until I realise the horrendous pun) was a complete failure. I managed to get down to the bottom on my one and only dive being pretty much dragged by the instructor, I like to think it's because my natural flotation devices have increased so much since last I was here. But it all resulted in my getting Barra Trauma Syndrome or something to that affect. All I know is that I was a Grade 4 and Grade 5 equals burst ear drums or a hurricane.
So I did the only thing one can on a paradise island...nothing. I did show up diligently at the dive center every day to get my cheapest beers on the island though. Didn´t want the folks there missing me too much. And I had seen 3 turtles on the dive so it wasn´t all a loss. Myself and Angie then proceeded to Belize doing a beach crawl of Honduras along the way. Had to stop one night in a dodgy old navel town in Guatemala along the way where the sailors only legacy was a string of very seedy brothels so far my impression of Guatemala is low but I hear its just goreous so I´m willing to give it another go next week.
Caye caulker was "Unbelizeable" as de rasta men who inhabitat the island can´t resist telling you about 20 times a day. You would not "belize" it. I´m sorry for inflicting those upon you but I do not tell a lie they just can´t get enough of it! Anyway in Belize we had crabs. We were sitting in the hostel watching tv and the next thing three crabs run across the floor just in front of us.The scared the bejesus out of us at first but you got used to the pitter patter on tiny claws as the night wore on. I found them quite good company in the end, like a hard slightly vicious but companionable dog.
The first night we went out and despite staying away from the lizard juice we ended up in the bar (the sunny place for shady people) for about 10 hours. We were there so long the staff even ordered in Chinese for us. That is where we met our new and very promiscious rasta friend Ross Creek who couldn´t help regale us with stories of all the naked lesbians he had on the boat. So naturally we chose him as our tour guide for the next day to go snorkelling on the reef. He had us swimming with sharks and taking obligatory pictures of us holding sting rays which are very placid friendly creatures so I really don´t know where poor Steve Irwin went so wrong. Sometimes they could be a little too friendly as the other tour guide ended up with a hickey on his stomach from where one of them bit him but I´m sure they were just playing! Much like when Tequila (the puma) used to wrestle me to the ground and bite the backs of my legs all in the name of fun. I also thought I would be terrified if I saw a shark but I got my directions all wrong and ended up swimming AFTER it instead of away. Note to self "Sharks have giant very sharp teeth". Our 5 days in Belize passed in a blur of going out and then recovering in front of the cable tv after that.
So on to Mexico with us where we found possibly the most fabulous white sand beach I have ever been on in Tulum. We stayed 2 nights in the hostel learning dominos, chess and new card games which no self respecting traveller should be without. And then spent 2 nights in little cabins on the beach complete with swing bed watching meteor showers at 2 in the morning whilst drinking Zubrowka and apple juice and getting bitten on the ass by weird sand creatures that only come out at night. From there we went to a place called Valladolid and got to swim in cenotes (cave lakes) watching the bats and stalyctites float by. The fish there took a liking to my feet but thankfully there were too small to do any long term damage. Saw some more ruins at chitchen Itza (the first ones were in Honduras and the second ones were at the beach in Tulum), I am offically ruined out, if I see one more dilapidated building...
Went Hammock shopping for a whole day in the hammock district in Merida because my bag just wasn´t heavy enough to begin with and we are now Hammoisuers. That Saturday night I displayed my wondrous natural drunken talent of salsa & meringue dancing skills on the street at Mexico Night and got home at 3. In our drunken enthusiasm we had made a pact to go to the beach with our new Mexican friends at 6 the next morning, but were sure they would never turn up. They did. So got a bonus day at the beach which mainly involved rehydrating, eating and hiding from the sun at all possible cost. We also invited ourselves back for Christmas cos that is the giviing kind of girls we are and well here I am now in a funky bohemian type town called San Cristobal about to don some form of costume to celebrate "Day of the Dead". We tried to go see MORE ruins the other day but having received free "posh" (some native drink home brewed and along the lines of poitin) from our friendly waiter the night before we just couldnt bring ourselves to do it. All part of the fun I guess. Sometimes you are just too damn lazy to be the excited "must see everything" backpacker.
Heading back to Guatemala in a couple of days to "find myself" meditating and doing yoga for a month. I am likely to come back a complete krusty or I may become enlightened and head off to a higher plane. Although I think they take a lot of drugs to achieve such a state so maybe not. So that is ze craic my pixie friends. Nearly 6 weeks down already. I know you are all feeling it of course my departure having left such a void in your lives.
You can wake up now this has all been a bad dream!