On the road again...
11 December 2012 | Antigua, Guatemala
James/Fair, with patches of clouds.
After spending two weeks on the river getting used to living onboard a boat for a living, I started to get the urge to explore a little.
So, when I heard that R&D (my boat neighbours) were planning on heading up to Guatemala City, I figured that I would join them for the private minivan ride up, and then taxi to Antigua.
It turned out to be my most expensive journey yet, although in default world dollars not all that much for 6 hours of travel.
We left Rio Dulce around 8:00 and were at the Holiday Inn in GC by 1:30, including stopping for snacks and lunch. Easy trip for Q400. The taxi from GC to Antigua was another Q300, and I arrived at the door of my Hostel by 3:30.
I wandered the streets of Antigua to get my bearings and do a scout. Very nice quaint colonial city, with tons of ruined churches (knocked down by earthquakes or "acts of god"?). Lots of touristas, not used to seeing that after the sparse tourism of Fronteras. It kind of reminded me of a Guatemalan version of Banff, with a variety of high and low end tourist spots.
My room-mates in the Hostel were two Aussie guys. Young guys looking for fun, they had heard about a nacho plate that was massive. I hadn't eaten yet, so we all headed over to the restaurant and ordered a plate each.
The nacho plates were massive! Like turkey platters with enough nachos to feed a rugby team. Heaped with toppings and more guacamole than I have ever seen in one place. One of the Aussies did a credit to his country and finished all of his. I managed to eat about half mine, and shared the rest with other people who had joined us. A german guy who joined us(who shall remain nameless) was an awesome instigator of mischief. Beer flowed, and somehow the suggestion (I might have made it) was that the last Aussie would have to wear the remaining portion if he did not eat it.
Of course, he couldn't finish. So this suggestion somehow snowballed into all of us needing to symbolically wear the nachos in penance for our failure to finish them. So, small packets of nachos were placed on each persons body. It made a lot more sense at the time.
But suddenly, about 7 lovely latin girls arrived at the table and were very interested in meeting us. We think it might have been the attractive nature of the nachos, but it may have been a coincidence. They wanted to go dancing and were obviously looking for guys who had no dancing experience whatsoever.
So, late in the night, we were salsa dancing. I scarcely remembered my basic two steps from dance lessons Dody and I took three years ago, but my Aussie mates looked like they were more comfortable in a scrum. The girls, of course, had hips with swivels and were very fun to watch.
So ended a fun night. It was good to get out and have some fun, but I plan on having the next few nights as quiet ones.