Wednesday, December 28, 2016

My Travel Journal: Christmas at Lago Atitlan


Atitlan Lake is probably the most popular destination in Guatemala. It is a valley between several mountains and two main volcanos in the area, the bluest and clearest I've ever seen in fresh water. You can snorkel, kayak, paddleboard, swim, wakeboard...you name it. You can even scuba dive to see the streets and buildings now deep underwater. I heard you can even scuba through a hotel lobby! Plus, the surrounding towns are unique and filled with Mayan culture. Believe it or not, I saw the lake from the top of Acatenango but that's another post...


Our Casa Guatemala volunteer buddies had all planned to meet for a Christmas holiday at the lake town of San Pedro La Laguna. Originally, Angelo and I were meant to stay at CG but once we decided to leave early, it was a no brainer to stop and see them since we planned to visit Atitlan anyhow. We arrived on Christmas Eve and had a quick dinner before setting out for drinks...

Friday, December 23, 2016

Pre-Christmas at Casa Guatemala...

...and thoughts on my volunteer experience
Snow in the jungle
It is traditional in Guatemala to host Christmas parties leading up to the big day called posadas. You can read more about them as they are also common in Mexico and other Latin Americans countries with heavy Catholic influence. Pretty much they are reenacting the story of Joseph, Mary, and Jesus looking for a room at an inn. Except, and this is important, with singing! The guests sing to request entry and the hosts sing to accept. The song goes back and forth maybe 5 versus and ends in a fun chorus. Casa Guatemala had 4 of these posadas and I was able to attend 3. I had actually been to a posada hosted by a Posada previously but didn't realize it. Angelo's uncle Danny hosted one while we were living in San Diego about 5 years ago. We all hated the singing and just wanted to eat but in retrospect I'm really glad I was able to participate. Angelo's family name on his mom's side is Posada. It usually means hotel so Angelo and I always get excited about staying at 'Posada blah blah' during our travels in Spanish speaking countries, but in the case of Christian stories - it's inn. 

Out of the three posadas, the Posada de Casa de las Ninas was my favorite. The girls get really excited leading up to hosting the party. They braid their hair and wear their best outfits. They help cook the food all day for the party. We had empanadas with carne de res (beef) and veggies with a tomato sauce and cabbage slaw. It was my favorite meal out of all my time at CG. We hang blankets over the rod iron gate that serves as the house door so that the guests can't see the hosts and vice versa. They build an elaborate nativity scene using colored sand as the ground around the figurines and crumpled paper as the river or mountains behind. Sometimes there are dinosaurs and gigantic turtles present at the birth of Jesus but....hey!
Jesus wouldn't leave anyone out. We carried all the benches from the comodor (cafeteria) to the girls house so everyone couldn't eat and celebrate in their space. Since the kids eat 3 meals a day for the entire year (especially those that live here) in the comodor, eating somewhere new is a big deal. We brought the big stereo and speakers over from the office and replaced the regular light bulbs with screw in disco lights. Those lights are really cool by the way. Whatever volunteer or other person thought to bring those to the school, great job. They really change everything. We hung up Christmas decorations made by the kids over the last month and a few favorites saved from years past. All it takes is a stapler straight into the wood to hang whatever you want at Casa Guatemala...

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Dive Log: Eel, Eel, Turtle, SEAHORSE and underwater caves!

My first dive crew - Utila, Honduras
Dive: #6
Date: Dec. 13 2016
Site: Teds West, Utila, Honduras
Buddy: Angelo
Type: Fun Dive

Weights: 4 kgs
Wetsuit: 3mm
Temp: 27 c
Visibility: 10m
Air Consumption: Start 3000, Finish 1400

Max Depth: 11.6m
Bottom Time: 42 minutes
Guide: Divemaster Nicki (PADI #384345)

Total Time: 245 minutes (4 hours and 5 minutes)

Description: Our last dive on Utila island in Honduras. We went back and forth on whether to stay for an advanced class. Ultimately, we decided we are on a long travel and spending another $300 on diving (even though that's a great price for Advanced level) just didn't seem smart. Luckily, this dive was incredible! An awesome way to end the week and our descanso from Casa Guatemala. We went down quick which made me feel confident and comfortable. Jump in, descend, get trim, and away we go. The 42 minutes really felt like 42 for the first time. 

We saw a spotted eel in a cave. Got pulled away to see a turtle. He was a pretty small turtle (compared to the ones we saw snorkeling in Playa del Carmen a few years ago) but he was super adorable. He was just swimming his little way up the reef nice and slow. And all on his own. Then...and you're not going to believe this one...we saw a seahorse. Ohhh man was that little dude cute. He was red so down there he looked kind of brown/maroon and his bottom spiral was wrapped around a piece of coral. He was bobbing up and down with the current, basically cruising down the street in my 64 with that head nod. Then we saw an awesome lobster. It was blue with big long antenna coming out. He just poked his head out from the cave. After that we actually swam through underwater caves. So cool. I came out first and turned around to see Angelo behind me. It would have made the coolest photograph. I love to watch him in the water. He's just as interesting as the fish blowing all those bubbles and swimming around weightless like a moon walker. 

Then just as I knew we were about to make our ascent, we saw another eel. A big one this time who was green and mean looking. I absolutely thought of the eels in the Little Mermaid. I got in close to him and he opened his mouth at me. Such an awesome dive to end on. I can't wait to get back in the water!

Dive Log: Big trumpet fish and snapping at the anemones

Dive: #5
Date: Dec. 13 2016
Site: Radar Reef, Utila, Honduras
Buddy: Angelo
Type: Fun Dive

Weights: 4 kgs
Wetsuit: 3mm
Temp: 27 c
Visibility: 10-15m
Current: Mild

Max Depth: 17.8m
Bottom Time: 42 minutes
Guide: Divemaster Nicki (PADI #384345)

Total Time: 203 minutes

Description: My second fun dive and my first time with a new guide. Angelo and I did well as buddies. We are still figuring out how to dive together. He likes to move along slowly and see as he swims but I want to linger and watch a fish for a while or really see how the coral moves over a few minutes. From now on we are going to decide who between the two of us is going to 'lead' our dive. I think I'll forever have trouble with guides going too fast though. I really like to observe everything down there and that takes longer than a few seconds. 

Nicki taught us how to snap our fingers near the anemones and make them bounce back in. So cute. She has a little waterproof book full of aquatic life in the area so I was able to identify several fish - including the trumpet fish which Angelo and I had seen before on our 3rd dive. There was a really big one at Radar Reef. They actually look a bit scary underwater.

Dive Log: Sea fans and parrotfish


Dive: #3
Date: Dec. 12 2016
Site: Aquarium, Utila, Honduras
Buddy: Angelo
Type: Training Dive

Weights: 4 kgs
Wetsuit: 3mm

Max Depth: 13m
Bottom Time: 45 minutes
Guide: Instructor Sam (PADI #310521) and Divemaster Oliver

Total Time: 121 minutes

Description: We saw sea fans swaying gently in the current. As we were on our knees doing some more skill training, the current was swaying everyone back and forth. Apparently this wasn't even a strong current! We had a 10-15 minute swim around. It felt a bit worrisome when I could no longer see the line coming down from our dive buoy. But I trusted our guide Oliver so it was all good. I saw my first parrotfish. They are absolutely beautiful! The little dude was just munching on some coral...in for the munch and back out, in for the munch. So cute. The parrotfish is absolutely stunning underwater. Not only does it have beautiful coloring and an almost translucent appearance but its big enough you can see its little facial expressions (well, at least I think I can). Google it! You won't regret it.

Speaking of, one of the biggest regrets of my life happened on this dive. Right behind me during the skill training: I saw it. A perfect sand dollar just floating around on top of the sand. It had the most beautiful shape and no imperfections. I wish I would have snagged it and stuck it in my vest. But you're not supposed to touch anything! Much less lift anything up and take it with you...damnit. I should have just broke the rules. Now I'm thinking I might get myself a sand dollar tattoo in honor of this sand dollar and of my experience scuba diving. Then I never have to worry about finding another one and I'll always have that one with me. We'll see :)

Dive Log: My first dive and swimming with Freddy the whale shark

Dive: #1
Date: Dec. 11 2016
Site: Moon Hole, Utila, Honduras
Buddy: Angelo
Type: Training Dive

Weights: 4 kgs
Wetsuit: 3mm
Temp: 27 c
Visibility: 15m

Max Depth: 12m
Bottom Time: 36 minutes
Guide: Instructor Sam (PADI #310521)

Total Time: 36 minutes



Description: My very first dive in open water. We swam near the coral and I worried about my buoyancy but I did better than I expected. Angelo and I practiced our hand signals and we did some skills with the instructor. I was surprised by the stillness underwater and how quiet it is. During the confined dives I didn't notice because I was preoccupied with the course. We had more wait time and even a little swim around. I saw some beautiful fish but mostly just interesting coral. I remember thinking the world looked so odd without red in it. 

After we left the first dive, we were back on the boat to do some whale shark searching. Our captain (holla Capt'n Cookie) found us two whale sharks and I swam with them BOTH. I named the big one Freddy. He swam right at me, right underneath me, and then I chased him for a while. I felt like he was interested in me and lingered just to freak me out. I accidentally touched his back fin with my fin. We basically had a moment together. His pattern was just incredible...and his size. So massive! It's seriously one of the coolest things that I've ever experienced. I never had swimming with sharks on my life list (mostly because that sounds scary AF) but if all sharks were like Freddy, I'd swim with them every single day <3

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Travel Journal: PADI Open Water Certification Course


I was a little nervous about checking out scuba diving. Angelo has been excited about it for years. It seems like something everyone should experience. Breathing underwater! Super nuts. Utila Honduras is one of the least expensive places in the whole world to learn. And, it seems very safe (compared to some other even cheaper places which maybe don't take the education as seriously). We picked Utila Dive Center because it was a great price and had excellent reviews.

Our first day we checked in, met our group, and went through what the class would entail. Over the course of 3 days, we watched a lot of education videos and took a few exams on the material while also doing some confined (in shallow water over a tarp right by the dock) dives. The class portion is mostly about how to calculate the max depth you should descend to considering the mixture of oxygen and nitrogen you're breathing using the machine. It also provides a lot of information on the equipment and how it works. I found the most important parts to be the hand signals you use to communicate underwater and, of course, what to do in emergency situations.

By far the biggest challenge for me was flooding or removing and then replacing the mask underwater...

Thursday, December 8, 2016

In Guatemala: My First IV


Up until this point, I've yet to be hospitalized. No IV, no emergency rooms, no medical panic. I'm a lucky heathy girl. What are the odds of having a crazy illness during a long term travel? Pretty likely. Almost everyone I've met has had one or two of those crazy medical experiences. "That time I got dengue in Mexico", "food poisoning in India", I mean, my best friend had a parasite in Senegal. It was really only a matter of time before I became a victim. 

I swam in the river...

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Travel Journal: Giving Up and Our Friend Jerry

Morning View
I really want to give up. I'm just so frustrated. I finally got stuck with the girls alone for 12 hours. After the 12 hours, they were late getting ready for school so I had to yell at them and work another 15 minutes. I kinda got angry with them when it wasn't really their fault. Due to some other craziness in their schedule, they were late to start getting ready. But, I had still been 'on shift' with them for already 12 hours and I don't care if a hurricane made them late, I was going to be angry about it. I felt bad I wasn't more patient but I also know I'm only myself and I can only talk myself into being patient for so long. Especially in the morning. Especially before coffee and shower. Especially before seeing Angelo and making sure he's alright as he was sick the night before. It all felt like a lot and too much. 
Now, I'm just starting to wind down and think about showering and getting ready. Annnnd I have a class in 20 minutes. I'm not sure I'm going to give up. I just know right now I want to.

Maybe I need to be like our wolf spider friend Jerry who stays in his spot behind my clothes all day. Even when I attempt to sho him off. Even when I move things around and make him uncomfortable. Jerry sticks to his commitment and stays put.

Wish me luck,
E
Evening View






Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Volunteering with Kids and Living in the Jungle: Best and Worst Things

Casa de Ninas Voluntarios
My Worst Things:
1. Sleeping in Casa de Ninas with the kids (bugs, gross mattress, crying kids, disgusting bathroom)
EDIT: Sleeping there is a lot better with the hammock
2. When the water goes out in our house and all you want in the world is a shower
3. Mosquitos

My Best Things:
1. Practicing a lot of Spanish (I learn something new at least once a day)
2. Good experience teaching English and running a classroom (crafting super bonus)
3. Sharing the struggles with Angelo and other voluntarios






Angelo's Worst Things:
1. Too much time around kids
2. Hectic schedule break, off, break, off...unlike a normal work day
3. Difficult to be comfortable due to the damp, uncleanliness, and insects

Angelo's Best Things:
1. Cheap to live
2. Spanish practice
3. The personal challenge

*Worst listed first. Always good to leave on a positive note.
Thumbs up for English class!






Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Travel Journal: Two Weeks In - Work, Play, and the Damp


First off, apologies for the dead silence to those of you tuning in here. We only have 30 minutes of (bad) wifi per day AND you can only use it standing or sitting on benches outside in front of the cafeteria. Also I've had to leave my iPad 20 minutes down river in the oficina. They recently had a break-in at the volunteer house and things were stolen while people were sleeping. Pretty much not worth the risk.

So, for those of you interested...
a day in my life at the moment:
5:15 Wake Up
Get ready, walk down through the muddy jungle to Casa de Ninas
Help 3-6 yr olds shower
Boss all age girls around until they complete their chores
Get them downstairs for breakfast...

Monday, November 14, 2016

Travel Journal: Volunteer Jitters...is that a thing?

Rio Dulce, Guatemala - View from the bridge
A lot of people blog about how amazing it is to volunteer but no one really talks about how it feels to walk into it. I am on a bus now traveling from Guatemala City to Rio Dulce to start my first experience volunteering. I'm typing with my hands crooked because there is no space. Angelo and I didn't get to sit together because we were the last ones on the transfer shuttle and then the bus. We are always last to figure out what's going on. We didn't see our luggage being put in the bus either so I'm just hoping for the best. Worst case, I have a spare outfit and all the important stuff with me. 

Lush green mountains and hills are surrounding us. We pass a small town on a mountain side now and then. Buildings made from concrete and painted every color in the rainbow. The fog rests in the valleys and the clouds turn grayish blue against the bright sky. Pink, purple, and yellow wildflower bushes line the highway, the same kinds you'd find in San Diego. Except here they are surrounded by bits of trash. There are women in traditional dress walking along the road with babies and baskets. They wear incredible embroidered skirts and tops. It's a humble silhouette but feminine. A land of shiny black hair and warm burnt sugar skin. They braid ribbons in their hair and wrap animal skins around their waists tied with rope to create an extra warm skirt. It's a bit chilly this time of year at a cool 62 degrees. Palm trees and fruit trees create makeshift fence lines between properties. Tires piled up keep the metal roofs in place and white trucks are everywhere. Occasionally an American school bus flies past painted with the finesse of a muscle car and decorated with sexist stickers, called Chicken Buses. I can only assume the name comes from the way they pack people in. We are rounding cliff sides and it's a bit scary but I take comfort that these guys drive this road back and forth 3 times a day. Guatemala is beautiful, I'm happy to be here, happy to be headed to my first volunteer experience. 

I'll be working for an orphanage/education center for kids between ages 4-16 on a river in the Guatemalan jungle. Most of the kids come from surrounding...

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Doubts, Fear, and being a new kind of American

I'm sure anyone reading this has heard quite enough about the recent election in the US. So, warning here. Stop reading now if you are one of those people trying to shut everyone up about it. This is my space. I won't be shutting up about it here.

I'm devastated about my country. So deeply devastated that, truly, I don't want to go back. I'm going to do everything I can to move to Australia after I finish this travel. I already got the visa. I can't drum up the courage to face Donald Trump and his Republican senate, house, AND court. It feels like Germany circa 1930's. Maybe visiting Auschwitz this year. Maybe the war museum in Ho Chi Minh. Maybe the Louisiana plantations and watching the Netflix documentary 13. The rape case when the guy got off...again. The rape case where she committed suicide. Internet trolling and revenge porn. The school shootings and mall shootings. Trayvon and the many other victims of police brutality and militarization. These guys so rooted in their privilege, they just shoot. Maybe meeting so many people around the world. Maybe my (mostly good but sometimes bad) quality of generally being able to put myself in the shoes of others. Maybe it's everything.
And Trump is the pedestal for it.
I feel personally heartbroken. So, no, sorry. I can't just snap out of it and step up to continue the fight, I'd love to - trust me - but I can't right now. To anyone generally disappointed in me. I am sorry, and please know I'm also disappointed in myself. I will fight again, I promise.

I've always been politically involved in some way. I hated Bush as much as the next Dem. I wasn't a sore loser then. I was bummed but I put up with it and...

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Adventures to Hierve el Agua


We met up with our new friend Josh to head out of Oaxaca City to see the salt waterfalls. It was supposed to be about an hour and a half journey on a bus. What we didn't know when we met at Josh's hotel is that the bus from Oaxaca Centro leaves early in the morning so we missed it. Several sources were telling us different things about how to get there. So, we basically tried each and every way. We ended up eating breakfast in the mercado, walking to the center, by the bus station, to a special bus station, to a big bus station. And finally, I remembered Tule was on the way to Mitli (the town at the bottom of the Hierve el Agua mountain).

Once we arrived to Tule, we walked over to their infamous tree. It is a montezuma cypress and the widest tree in the world (pretty amazing). My guess is they were experiencing a lot of vandalism because they put a big fence around it, kind of a shame. AND they charge like 10 or 15 pesos to just go up to the fence! They are currently on the tentative list for a UNESCO heritage site so maybe once they get it, they'll get some kind of funding or something and can make it a little better experience. Still, Tule is a great little stop. They have a lot of unique souvenirs and better clothing styles than are common in Oaxaca City. 


New friends sharing mezcal and charred agave leaves prepped for smashing


From there, we had to stand on the street for 20 or something minutes to find a collectivo (shared car) on to Mitla. We hopped in with two girls who ended up asking if we could detour for a mezcal tour and tasting. Of course we were in! It was all in Spanish but still interesting to see the process.

Friday, November 11, 2016

Palenque Ruins: Monkeys FTW


A quick Google of Palenque will instantly fill your mind with wonders of the ancient Mayan world. Angelo had been already so I did this trip on my own. Being the only English speaker on my bus, I only had one broken Spanish conversation with a girl from Guadalajara from 5 AM to 10:30 PM. It felt like a silence challenge or something. But, I also felt like Lora Croft running around this place on my own.


Look how tall this ruin is compared to me! And these trees totally blew my mind. You can't really tell but they were basically metallic.

I happened upon a family of howler monkeys. If you ever visit the jungle and you hear something very very loud that resembles a growl and a car backfire at the same time, it's probably a howler monkey. You can hear them from miles away. I had NO IDEA what that noise was but I said fuck it and wandered off to find it (yeah, smart move, I know). You should have seen me creeping down these ancient Mayan steps alone looking directly at the location of the sound. Once I finally spotted the thing, I was instantly filled with relief. 'Ok good, a gorilla isn't going to maul me today.' Don't worry, I was prepared to haul ass in the other direction if I needed to and there was an armed federale just up the steps and around the corner. 

Carajillo Coffee in San Cristobal de las Casas

If you're visiting San Cristobal, you'll notice right away there are a ton of coffee options. The quality of coffee here in Chiapas is unmatched by anywhere else in Mexico. If you are going to stop for a cup, I would recommend Carajillo. We got the tip from our friend Raul and he was spot on.

Angelo ordered a latte and I picked a chai tea latte with a carajillo espresso shot. So so yum. 

They also have an adorable cafe with beautiful beams and really helpful staff. Just across and down the street are some incredible artisan shops. The local textiles are so hard not to buy! Leave room in your luggage and don't miss Carajillo.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Travel Journal: Zicatela, Puerto Escondido




Paradise. There isn't much else to say. It's warm, perfect beaches, amazing waves, delicious fish tacos (at Dan's!), easy to get around by jumping on a shared taxi truck (colectivo).


We stayed a hostel called Daikiri. It is slow season so it was mostly quiet but we had one fun evening playing cards and drinking.

I tried my hand at Risk. Which is, the worst game ever for me. Problem one: I hate dice games cause I'm just a bad bad roller. Problem two: I don't like the aggressiveness. It's like a personal attack. Even worse than Monopoly (which I've almost ended relationships over). Anyway, don't know if I'll be attempting that one again. I really miss Pandemic. Now that's a game I can get behind. It was really clever, someone had written dares and other mini games on each of the Jenga blocks! Some of them were obviously meant for college kids, but cute idea. I want to do it when I get back home.

Monday, November 7, 2016

An Ultimate Guide: Visiting Oaxaca City for Dia de Muertos

If you want to experience an authentic Dia de Muertos in Mexico, Oaxaca is a great place to do it. It's just enough traditional small-town experience and just enough tourist goodies experience.

TRIP TIME: I suggest arriving at least one day before the real fiesta begins (aim for October 29th or sooner). This gives you at least a day to enjoy the city and pick up the items for your costume. It also helps to get a sense of the map in Oaxaca because once the nightlife starts (around dusk), there are parades and people everywhere. Then, you'll probably be ready to head home or on to your next destination by November 3rd. Don't get me wrong, there's a lot of nice things to see but the must-do's can be done in that amount of time (or maybe one day less).


Ofrenda (altar) and grave site decorations


FOOD: You will love the food! Especially little hole in the wall places (if the sign for the restaurant is a list of menu items that includes 'tortillas a mano', that's a good call). Eat the street food: Hamburguesas...some of the best hamburgers I've had ever, Elotes...a little strange at first with the mayo but with picante salsa it's delicious, Sopas, Empanadas, Gorditas, it's all yummy. If you are the type of person that needs to know what you are eating, I suggest a little dictionary book for food names. Plus most Mexicans speak at least a little English if not more. Oaxaca sees a lot of tourists, especially at this time, so you'll find most people are patient with you and willing to find a way to communicate even if it's a struggle. All that said, if you like a more tourist friendly version, there are many high quality, clean, and comfortable restaurants available with English menus.

SHOPPING: Benito Juarez Mercado is the perfect market to buy an outfit, a few flowers for your hair or hat, candles to carry in the cemeteries, and gifts to bring back home. You can also buy many things at the street stalls. Generally, it is acceptable to negotiate on the price. However, I believe it's important to remember it is someone's time you're paying for too. The mercado stalls are less likely to negotiate on prices than the street stalls. Also, there are artisan craft stores available which have price tags and make it easy to buy locally made merchandise. Just walk around and you'll definitely see one. There are at least two on Andador Macedonio Alcalá (the pedestrian street right off the main square).




Churro y Tortas: the best in Mexico City at El Churrero




Churros y torta

At our friend Ricardo's buddy's suggestion, we went to El Churrero (I think it used to be called El Moro) for a late lunch after a day out exploring the city. It's only a quick walk from the Angel of Independence which is a must see in the city. Also you pass by the plaza and park area so you might catch a local event or outdoor exhibition (if you're lucky like we were).


We came upon this sculpture exhibition in the park

The restaurant is cute and modern. My initial impression was they must have strong financial backers because they obviously put a lot of money into making it seem appealing to a hip crowd. It looks like something you'd find walking around Williamsburg in Brooklyn. Sometimes the fancier looking the restaurant, the blander and unauthentic the food. Alberto insisted they were traditional so we got excited. There is a bit of a line but it goes quickly so jump in anyway. Their menu is really simple so even non-Spanish speakers can easily make a decision.

Basically:
Tortas: Mole (chicken in a sauce made from chilis and chocolate) or Pastor (chicken marinated in spices and cooked on open flame)
*Both are delicious so you can't go wrong
Churros with several types of sauce
*I suggest carjeta...like caramel but with goat's milk
Churro Ice Cream Sandwiches
Milkshakes
Other beverages

PS: Tortas are a Mexican sloppy joe for lack of a better description. If you're ever in Mexico City, look up El Churrero. You won't regret it!

Travel Journal: Ciudad de Mexico

Another interesting day in Mexico City. We woke up late, had our leftover dinner for breakfast con huevos (that budget life). Then headed to the metro to see the city center. I wanted to see the Diego Rivera mural at Palacio de Bellas Artes but when we arrived it wasn't in the lobby like I'd hoped so we'd have had to buy tickets to the museum in order to see it. Boo. So, we didn't. Even so, I'm really glad we checked it out because the building itself (and lobby) is amazing! It's the perfect example of art deco style with little aztec and traditional Mexican touches thrown in. I highly recommend a visit, especially since it's the perfect place to start a city center walk about. From there, it's straight down to the main plaza.

It's so fun having everything decked out for Day of the Dead. We passed by a city memorial and several clothing stores. Annnnd we stopped for cookies.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Through Puebla: Travel fears and my first bus in Mexico


Ok, so the internet can be a very scary place. You look for some info and BAM you never want to leave your house again. The number one fear factor for me on this journey is bus travel. The stuff online is scary AF. All the way from people taking a knife to your luggage and pulling stuff out while it's under your seat (or in the hold) to being pulled over and TAKEN by 'cops' who are not actually cops but bad bad people. My fear for this is much higher in places like Honduras and El Salvador but Mexico has it's risks as well. I hate to play the how you look card but, let's be honest here: I'm white (and do I ever mean white), I don't speak the language well (if at all at times), and I'm a female (we all know what that means). Prettttty much everywhere I've traveled outside of Europe and Canada this all adds up to a little extra attention. So, I do get a bit fearful. Many many female (and sometimes solo female!) travelers are just super badass and don't seem to carry these fears. Props to them (like big time props) but that just isn't me. I'm cautious and less trustful then most of my traveler counterparts. I do hope that eases after a long travel like this one. Don't get me wrong, I've met tons of wonderful people and do believe most people are good and caring. I think I've just experienced a lot of harassment and a lot of people repeatedly telling me to...go the corner where no one can touch you (on a train in India), go home in a cab right away because this is a dangerous neighborhood (on the block where I live), never go to the bathroom alone, where a scarf over your hair to be safe (in Marrakech), and stay in the car because I can't let you walk at night with that hair color (two nights ago). That shit gets to me I guess.


Anyway I just took my very first bus ride in Mexico and boy oh boy was the internet wrong. Which is, of course, no surprise. It was very organized...well, maybe not the getting to the right place in the bus station part. We had luggage tags that they don't even give you on Megabus in America. There was a tv, the most comfortable bus seats I've been on, we stopped for a bathroom and cheap eats several times. They switched drivers half way so you never had to fear the driver would get sleepy. The drive was smooth and there were luggage racks inside as well so you don't have to keep your stuff by your feet but can still keep an eye on it.

And, the scenery in Puebla! Those cacti tho, amiright?

We arrived near the time it said we would (within 15 minutes) and the guy checked every bag tag. I absolutely recommend bus travel in Mexico on ADO, AU, or one similar. If I take any other lines, I will add it to this post.

I was so comfortable, we added in another bus trip (not the only reason) to Puerto Escondido this weekend and I'm not nervous at all :)