A word that brings many different pictures to mind. It could show the image of a person jumping from a high board that itself is a spring. Jumping into a deep pool from higher grounds. Perhaps it reminds you of a song or a movie. To me it brings memories of being one with the ocean on one breath. One single breath. ...read more!
After an 8 hour – way too cozy – van ride from Antigua to Lanquín we arrived to the center of town where about 20 local accommodation coyotes (local guys who try to push or pull you into the hostel or hotel where they can earn a commission per guest) tried to pull us out of the van. Since my new travel buddy Jolanda and I had booked some nights at the Zephyr Lodge we started looking for one of the coyote guys saying Zephyr who could tell us which truck would bring us to our lodge. We left the luggage in the Zephyr truck and walked to the lodge in a 10-minute uphill walk since the seats were already all taken. A good exercise after 8 hours of sitting down in the van listening to the world cup football game (we won 5-1!) and trying to sleep for the rest of the ride.
We expected a tranquil serene place, but literally arrived getting the tequila shots poured over my friends back-pack and finding many drunk people shouting at the Zephyer bar. I decided not to spend the night at the dorm because of all the partying going on (I don’t want to be waken up by others having sex underneath my bunkbed…) and ended up happily sharing the private room of my friend. ...read more!
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