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Semana Santa and the past month

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After four weeks in Northern Guatemala, Belize, Honduras, and El Salvador, I am back in Antigua for Semana Santa, or Holy Week, which is the biggest holiday in Central America. Everyone gets off work, and the beaches are packed with families from the city. Antigua is probably the best place to be for Semana Santa in all of Central America, so I tried to plan my trip around it. Every day there are processions, and people work all day creating intricate fombras (designs made of saw dust and flowers) on the streets throughout the city. Antigua is packed with people, and most hotels are booked at least four months in advance, Luckily, I am able to stay with the same family I stayed with while I was studying, which is fantastic for two reason. First, because it is a lot less expensive (even a dorm room in a hostel can go for $45 a night during Semana Santa, and living with my family is $75 per week, including all my meals) and second, because I get to see how a real Guatemalan family celebrates this important holiday. My family has relatives coming from far away to stay with them during the week, and on Thursday we are going to make some of the postres tradicionales that they eat during Easter.

But I need to go back a bit and catch up on the last four weeks. After leaving Antigua the last time, I made my way up to Lanquin, which is located in Alta Verapaz, the region between Tikal in the north and Guatemala City in the south. This region is stunning, and boasts a rich Mayan culture and the gorgeous national park of Semuc Champey. I stayed at El Retiro Lodge in Lanquin, which is a short 45 minute ride away from the park. The hotel was situated next to a river, and had a sauna, quant little cabins, and an overall rustic feel about it. At El Retiro they did big family style dinners, each night changing the theme, whether it was Italian or International or Guatemalan, and we all would line up at the buffet, pile our plates high, and stuff ourselves silly.

On the second day I signed up for the tour of Semuc Champey. I’m not usually big on tours or tour groups, but this one was really nice. First we hiked up to a viewpoint to look down on the turquoise pools of Semuc Champey, and then went down to cliff jump between the pools, which cascade down the hillside. Afterwards we went tubing on the river and then toured the nearby Kan’ Ba Caves, which was one of the coolest things I have ever done. The only light you have to guide you through the caves is a stumpy candle in your hand, and at some points you have to tread in water up to your neck while trying not to get your candle wet.

After three nights in Lanquin, I took a shuttle to Rio Dulce, which was a windy, bumpy ride along an unpaved road that passed next to Lago de Izabel, the biggest Lake in Guatemala. The lake empties into Rio Dulce, from which I took a 2 hour boat ride down to Livingston on the Pacific Coast. During the boat ride I saw the Castillo de San Felipe, a Spanish fortress built to protect the Lake from English pirates.

Livingston is a small town on the Pacific coast which has a unique population of black Caribbean people, or Garifunas. There wasn’t a lot going on there, so one night was more than enough, and I hopped on a boat to Puerto Barrios, and then on to Belize. On the second boat ride I sat next to two really cool French Canadians named Rita and Marc, who I ended up traveling with to Placencia, a gorgeous beach town in the south of Belize. The plan was that I would meet my friend Susie (who I had studied with in Antigua) in Placencia because her birthday was the following day.

As a former British Colony, they speak English in Belize, as well as Criol (English with a heavy Caribbean accent, which is pretty much impossible to understand). Many people are of African descent, but there are also populations of Mayans, Chinese, and Mennonites. It’s also the most expensive country in Central America, so I wasn’t planning on staying too long.

I found Susie in Placencia, and we had a great time on her birthday with Rita and Marc at a local bar with live music. We met this raucous group of about 20 people from the UK who were all working on the private yacht of some incredibly wealthy Russian guy. They were responsible for running the boat and entertaining his guests, and had been all over the world with him on his HUGE boat (which I gawked at the next day when I saw it in the harbor). It made me wonder how they found such a job, and why I hadn’t thought of it before. See the world as crew member on gorgeous private yacht? Yes, please.

After a couple of days of soaking up sun in Placencia, Susie and I decided to check out Tobacco Key, one of the many little islands in the Belizean Barrier Reef, which is the second largest reef in the world, and stretches practically the whole length of Belize. Tobacco Key was incredible. If you stand in the center of it, it takes about a minute to walk to the water in any direction. There are no roads, no cars, no motorcycles. People don’t even ride bikes because it’s too small. It is surrounded on all sides by the reef, and we only had to walk out the door and jump in the water to go snorkeling. The locals were incredibly friendly and laid back, and you know them all within 15 minutes of arriving. In short, it was paradise.

After four supremely tranquil days in Tobacco Key, we pretty much got kicked out of the hotel we were at because it hadn’t rained in a while and they ran out of rain water (thus water for showers, cooking, etc.). So they closed up shop and Susie and I moved on to Flores, a pretty little town near the ruins of Tikal in Northern Guatemala. Susie left and went on to Mexico the next day, but I stayed to see the ruins.

At 4 a.m. I woke up to go to Tikal so I could be in the ruins as the jungle was waking up. In a stoke of luck, I met a guy on the bus who was a Mexican archaeologist and specialized in reading Mayan hieroglyphics. I hadn’t wanted to pay for a guide, and instead I got the best guide ever, for free! He knew all about Mayan history and culture, and could read the inscriptions and explain to me what each glyph meant. He pointed out the glyph that represented the Tikal royal family (hair tied in a knot) and suddenly I could recognize it everywhere. It was an incredible experience.

After leaving Tikal I made my way to Utila, an island off the coast of Honduras, where I was planning to learn how to scuba dive. After a nauseating hour-long boat ride during which many people were throwing up, I arrived in Utila and was greeted by people from several different dive schools trying to give me information about their dive programs. One of them was this very cool guy Alex, who at first glance looked Honduran (and he is) but spoke with a thick Boston accent. I decided to follow him to Paradise Dive shop, which turned out to be a fantastic decision.

A lot of backpackers come to Utila to learn how to dive, so there are about 10 different dive shops that offer comparable training and ammenities. Paradise was one of the cheapest, and I paid $238 for an open water diving certification, which included my accommodation for the 9 nights that I stayed there, and three free fun dives after I’d been certified. My diving instructor, Adrien, was a Dutch guy who had been coming to Utila for 15 years to teach diving and spoke fluently in five languages. My class consisted of me and only one other person.

Diving is definitely quite scary at first. It feels awkward putting on all this heavy gear and at first it feels unnatural breathing underwater. But after a few dives I felt comfortable and then, if anything, it was meditative. All you can hear is the sound of your own breathing, and you just float around and stare at all these beautiful fish and sea creatures. One of my fun dives was to the Black Hills, which is basically a huge mountain in the middle of the ocean, not on the reef like most of the dive sites. During the whole dive I was surrounded by giant, beautiful schools of fish. I also spotted a barracuda!

I was having such a nice time in Honduras, it was very hard for me to tear myself away. But I had made plans with Brenna (one of the girls I had lived with in Antigua) to meet her at the beach in El Salvador for the weekend. I passed through San Salvador (the capital of El Salvador) on the way to the beach. From hearing people talk about it, I thought it would be really scary and ugly. Granted, I only saw it from the bus window, but I what I saw was some pleasant-looking little parks and cute neighborhoods, and I was thinking to myself that I wouldn’t mind spending a couple of days there.

Playa El Tunco was quite packed, as people from Guatemala and El Salvador were already flocking for the beaches there for Semana Santa. There were a lot of gringos surfing, but it was really the locals who were doing most of the partying. I got caught up in the Millenium Trilogy, a crime thriller by Swedish author Stieg Larsson, and passed the days away laying on the beach or swinging in a hammock.

Now I’m back in Antigua, trying to get all of the little boring things I need to done (like writing my blog, haha) and celebrating Semana Santa. The day after Easter next week I’m leaving for Nicaragua. It will be sad to leave Guatemala. After seeing Belize, Honduras, and San Salvador, Guatemala is still my favorite.

Next blog update: Nicaragua!

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Written by erikalogie

March 30, 2010 at 2:25 pm

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