Frozen in Time – Cuba

Our first glimpse into life in Cuba and the prominence of the import/export bans enforced by the U.S.A on Cuba was at the airport check-in line-up in Cancun. There were at least a hundred large boxes being checked-in by various passengers: air-conditioners, microwaves, TV’s,  chairs, etc. Other than that, everything we had been told by fellow travellers and travel blogs we read beforehand about Cuba was dead wrong. Continue reading

Exploring the Ancient City of Tikal

We stayed two nights in Flores, Guatemala with the sole purpose of visiting Tikal, Guatemala’s most famous Mayan site. We arrived in the early evening after a long shuttle ride from Lanquin (Semuc Champey) to the tiny island of Flores – connected by a small bridge to the larger town of Santa Elena. We checked into our hostel and went out to catch the sunset over the lake and grab dinner. Continue reading

Back on the Beaten Path (Antigua)

Three chicken buses and eight hours after we left Juayua, El Salvador we arrived in Antigua, Guatemala. That evening we met up with a friend, Allegra, who had recently flown from Vancouver to Mexico and was travelling south. We had a dinner and a few drinks and caught up on everything we had been missing in Vancouver the past few months. Somehow over five months has gone by since we left Vancouver! Continue reading

Crumbling Scorching Colonial León

After Granada, we spent a week relaxing in San Juan del Sur. We lucked out and got a super nice place at a best resort in town; therefore, we didn’t really do anything other than cook lots and watch countless sunsets and thus don’t have many photos. It was a nice chance to sleep in and gave us a jump start on planning our Europe trip (plane tickets to Iceland and England as well as Greece and Germany are now booked!). Continue reading

Granada & Volcano Masaya

Remember when we swore off overland travel to/from the Corn Islands and vowed to fly back to Managua (here)? Well, as luck would have it – flights to Managua were sold out for the week. Unhappily, we booked a flight back to Bluefields in the morning, waited four hours for a panga to fill up and take us to Rama, boarded a bus to Managua (which wasn’t really a bus to Managua/we had to transfer in Juigalpa) that broke down en route. When we finally made it to Managua, it was well after dark and there were no more buses to Granada so we paid a taxi to drive us there. The taxi ride turned out to be the highlight of our ride – we had asked a few drivers what they would charge and this guy was the lowest and seemed friendly in his beat up (not legal) taxi. He picked up his son for the ride and to possibly leave in Granada to party for the night and we had a fun hour and a half drive down. The entire adventure cost the same as it would have to fly to Managua and bus to Granada and took an additional 15 hours. Continue reading