Tortuguero, Costa Rica

Tortuguero is not the easiest spot to get to via public transport so we booked a transfer to take us, which meant we spent most of the day on a bus before disembarking into a speed boat to take us across the small canals and rivers that separates the town from the mainland. The canals and rivers form a wetland that is host to a whole load of wildlife and we saw some of this on our journey. It was absolutely tipping it down but the driver was still able to spot and point out caimans, herons and monkeys to us.

Jess’ $1 rain jacket

We knew we wanted to do three tours while in Tortuguero; A guided tour through the national park, a canoe tour of the canals and rivers and a night tour. When we went to book these, they informed us that it was better to do all the tours that were inside of the national park in one day, so we would only have to pay the park entrance fee once. As the second day looked less likely to rain, we decided to chill on our first day and do the night walk in the evening and then do the rest of the tours the following day.

Our chill day was a mix of brilliant sunshine and then torrential downpours. We spent the morning by the pool. Rob, Hannah and Jess were having a great time spotting large lizards, toucans and hummingbirds in the trees and all rushing over to take a look and snap photos. Meanwhile me and Grace, who are a bit desensitized at this point, would simply glance up from our books for a quick look. The others were amazed, commenting on how, unlike me and Grace, they would never become tired or desensitized by the amazing wildlife.

In the afternoon we decided to take a stroll into the center of town, a trip that took all of 3 minutes as it is tiny, and have a look around. Tortuguero is on the Caribbean side of Costa Rica and you can definitely notice the Caribbean culture in the people, the pace of life, the food and the music. We were watching some locals play dominios and eyeing up some BBQ skewers (we came to name ‘meat on a stick’), when we were hit with another torrential downpour, so we headed into a local soda and ordered a disappointing lunch. Rob and Hannah opted for the local rice and beans dish, this time with the Caribbean influenced coconut rice. Grace went for a vegetarian quesadilla which was basically some frozen veg in a tortilla and I thought I’d branch out and get some garlic bread as I wasn’t very hungry. My garlic bread turned out to be burnt toast with a basil leaf on top which Rob found hilarious. Unfortunately the meat on a stick people had also fled from the rain so I had to suck it up and eat my burnt toast.

Men playing Dominos
Towns main road
A creepy looking Angel at the local church
Torrential rain

It clearly rains a lot here as the locals have mastered riding a bike with one hand and holding an umbrella in the other. Eventually we braved the rain again and headed back to the hostel.

Drying off from the rain back at the hostel

In the evening we headed out for our night walk, we were given torches and set off towards the forest at the edge of town, with a brief put stop as it chucked it down again for 10 minutes.

We saw a lot on the walk, but with no thanks to our guide who was particularly useless, when rob spotted a raccoon in the tree and asked what it was the guides response was ‘I don’t know, some sort of mammal I guess’ when Hannah found a spider and asked if it was dangerous, his response was ‘No idea’… a Costa Rican lady on our tour informed us it wasn’t. He was also playing frog recordings from YouTube in the forest to try and attract frogs (which you are warned not to do as it upsets the natural order) but he wasn’t paying attention and when the video skipped to the next in the queue it nearly deafened us all with an advert and scared off lots of sleeping birds, but at least the wildlife is now informed about where they can purchase low cost second hand cars.

However, with our keen eyed group (excluding me ofc, who spent much of the time almost walking into spiders webs) we managed to spot a lot of things, even the famous red eyed frog we spotted in Manuel Antonio but this time with its colours on show!

On our second day we were up at 5 am ready for our canoe tour, it’s cool but bright in the early morning so is the best time to spot the animals when they are more active. It would be our last activity with Jess before she headed back to London so she was really hoping to see a sloth.

We were all seated in the canoe and given binoculars. The guide was paddling us along and also looking for any animals he could see. Unlike our previous guide this one was brilliant, he had eyes like a hawk and could spot camouflaged animals from the other side of the river that even when he had rowed us right over in front of them, we would still struggle to see. But we saw loads of stuff, hundreds of cranes, herons, lizards, caiman, snakes and loads of spider and howler monkeys.

Example of what the guide would spot from meters away and here we were right next to it and it’s hard to see.
Snake bird that swims in the water
Snake bird drying off
Caiman
Monkeys
Caiman in a bush

The guide told us they also get large crocodiles and alligators but they tended to be in the larger rivers. About 2/3 of the way through it started raining again and we didn’t see much more after that unfortunately, except monkeys and herons which the others were already bored of despite their earlier comments on not becoming desensitized.

Jess, sad that the rain ruined her chance of seeing a sloth.

After the morning tour we had to say goodbye to Jess who was starting her journey back to San Jose, the Costa Rican capital, to fly home. Meanwhile the rest of us grabbed a quick lunch of meat on a stick before heading off to our walk in the national park. Thankfully it had stopped raining at this point but the guides suggested we changed into Wellington boots before heading into the forest. They didn’t have any wellies in my size so I ended up tripping about in some huge size 11’s. Luckily we didn’t have to be quiet while evening up on anything!

By this point we were quite the tour connoisseurs, our guide was impressed by me knowing the number of hummingbird species in Costa Rica (52), the most photographed frog in the country and the sleeping habits of the two and three toed sloths (two toed are nocturnal, three toed are not). Luckily for us the guide knew his stuff and had many more interesting facts and information for us.

Along with the usual birds and monkeys he pointed out wild cacao (chocolate) trees, bullet ants (whose sting feels like being shot), huge terminate nests, cool plants that closed when you touched them and he also showed us a toxic frog that locals used to use to make poison darts to hunt with, he also showed us the trees they got the small dart like thorns from. It was super interesting and Rob and Hannah got to see their first (visible) sloth. Up until then we had mostly seen just grey balls of fluff far away or arms or just the movement of trees. (Jess was very gutted she had missed the sloths by a mere hour!)

He also took us to the beach to show us where the turtles that give the town it’s name come in the summer to lay their eggs. There were none there, as it is currently out of season, but we saw discarded eggs and some shells and bones of the adult turtles that had been caught and eaten by jaguars. We also saw some jaguar footprints along the beach.

A sloth
A sloth
A bullet ant
Jaguar print
A tired group of explorers
A termite nest
A toxic frog
A monkey and her baby

It was a really fun tour, towards the end the guide gathered us all as around in a crouch near the ground and told us to sniff, and just as we had taken a big wiff explained that the puddle we were gathered around was jaguar piss. That was a less fun experience, but hey, how many people can say they have smelt jaguar piss? And I bet even fewer would admit to it!

The next morning we headed out of Tortuguero towards our next stop, Cahuita, but we had one more surprise on the way out. Our boat driver spotted a huge crocodile on the banks of one of the larger rivers. He drove over to it but, before anyone could get a photo, it quickly and very disturbingly disappeared into the shallow water without a trace. Our driver very quickly backed up and drove us out of there!

Eventually we made it to our next stop without any crocodile bites! I’ll tell you all about it soon, love Alice x

La Fortuna, Costa Rica

Our transfer to La Fortuna felt like an excursion in itself. We started in a minivan and after we waited for the driver to have breakfast, (for some reason in Central America if you get a bus at meal times, the driver will always stop for food, even if like this case it’s only 10mins into the journey! You would think they would just eat before they left for work.) We headed down south until we reached a lake, we then boarded a small ferry that took us across a scenic lake for an hour. We had great fun, me and Jess had taken to making boiled eggs in the mornings for day snacks, much to Grace’s dismay as she can’t stand them. So we decided to eat them on the boat, mainly to annoy Grace. Unfortunately during our egg photo shoot some of the egg got caught in the wind and hit a woman behind us. Thankfully she took it well but Grace was less than impressed and we weren’t allowed boiled eggs again after that!

We disembarked the ferry at the other side of the lake with a view of a huge volcano, before boarding a bus to La Fortuna a town close to the volcano. Once we had checked in at our hostel we went to meet up with two more of Grace’s friends, a couple called Rob and Hannah who would complete our group of five for the coming week.

Jess was less than impressed with the back packer lifestyle.

We went for a quick lunch in a local cafe or ‘soda’ as they are called here. Hannah was excited to try the food here so they both ordered the local casada dish which is normally a meat of your choice, salad, rice and beans and plantain. Minus the meat for vegetarians. Casada is always filling but very average and uninspiring as food goes.

Once we were full we headed out to find a local swimming spot with a Tarzan style rope swing over a river. It was located under a road bridge for cars to cross the river so we scampered down from the side of the road to take a look.

The swing turned out to be a lot higher than it had looked the the photos and all of us, except Rob, were less keen to try it now. After a lot of peer pressure from Grace, Jess also agreed to give it a go and after a few attempts to build up the courage, she swung in unharmed. Next it was Grace’s turn but after talking the big talk, she decided it wasn’t for her after all! So I decided to have a go, although I’m scared of heights I tend to be okay with stuff like this as you just have to get on with it before you get a chance to get scared, once you’ve let go of the rope it’s too late to chicken out! I nearly didn’t get my attempt on video, as Hannah had assumed it would take me a while to work up to it, but I just grabbed the rope the first time and went for it. After we had all been in, except Hannah and Grace, the tables turned in terms of peer pressure until Grace had been bullied into going in too. After we were bored of swinging in we had a sit in the river for a while until we were cool enough to walk back.

In the evening we decided to check out a Mexican restaurant and bar and had great fun sampling their chilli tequila and their huge sombreros!

On day two, the others did the volcano hike, but after hitting my knee two days before I decided to rest it rather than strain it on the two hour descent. I stayed behind and had a lay in before buying previsions and making them all a packed lunch. Once they were back on flat land, I brought them their lunch and we headed to some free hot springs.

There are lots of hotels and restaurants where you can pay $80-$100 to use the hots springs but we’d heard about some free ones you accessed again under a road bridge. The hot springs were actually more like a river of bath temperature water, which was very odd at first but the others appreciated it on their sore muscles.

There was a deeper pool near to where we had initially sat, but we couldn’t all sit there together as our bags were on the banks and we had been warned to watch them closely in case they were stolen. So we took it in turns to sit in the deeper pool with our backs against the small waterfall. When it was my turn to swap back to bag watching position, I had the bright idea to just float back over. However, I didn’t realize how strong the current was, and got washed away towards the edge of another pool. I became effectively beached on a small collection of rocks, which I then had to wriggle over before flopping into a pool full of attractive German guys. It was certainly one way to make an entrance! Luckily they found it hilarious and said it was the most life-like portrayal of a salmon they had ever seen.

Once it started to get dark we ordered an Uber back to the hostel, we were just paying the driver when Grace did the most smelly fart ever. We all started to shout and hit her and the Uber driver seemed lost and quite concerned about what was happening until the smell reached him, at which point he couldn’t get us out of his taxi quick enough!

In the evening, after we’d recovered from Grace’s chemical warfare, we decided to check out a Mediterranean restaurant. Me and Grace were looking forward to the BBQ meat and the other three veggies were planning on having fallafel. Unfortunately for them the meat smelt so beautiful that none of them could resist it!

On our last day we decided to go for a horse ride. I don’t think I’ve ever been on one quite like it. There were 20 horses and only one guide, who was content to just let the horses guide themselves. It’s common for horses to know the routes and to guide themselves. However, instead of a single line, we were in a large group with the horses all jostling for position, which lead to them all squeezing past each other and smashing or legs into other horses. Grace’s horse was in a very bad mood and kept biting the other horses, she asked the guide why her horse was so grumpy and angry and he said it was because ‘the horse channels the rider’s energy’ which we all thought was hilarious and would repeat to her every time her horse barged into ours.

The ride itself was quite enjoyable, when we weren’t barging into each other, we rode around the national park and got to see parts that were destroyed in the volcano’s last eruption including a cool church with a view of the volcano that we stopped in.

After the ride we were allowed to use the horse riding hotel’s hot pools. They were a lot fancier than the free ones, with a pool bar and also some slides. We spent all afternoon playing about in them like big kids, at one point coming down the slide as a group and nearly drowning Grace.

We headed back in the early evening to pack, ready to move on to our next stop Tortuguero.

Tell you all about it soon, lots of love, Alice x

Monte Verde, Costa Rica

Day one Jess arrived, went zip lining, was very scared, even did super man one, all chickened out of the rappelling one

Day two Santa Elana cloud forest, everyone having a nice stroll but us doing a free g march, did ever trail, no wildlife except in the car park

Night walk grace saw an amarillo, spotted a snake was a catapilla

After a long day on buses we arrived in Monteverde. It was a beautiful windy road up to the town in the mountains, and I enjoyed looking out of the window and feeling a cool breeze on my face after weeks of hot breezes that felt as if you had just opened an oven door! I said as much to Grace, but as she had been holding in a wee for the last three hours she was enjoying the journey considerably less, I believe ‘I couldn’t give less of a f*!&’ was her response. It was safe to say we were both pleased to arrive, if not for the same reasons!

The hostel was very social, we met some 18 year olds, which made us feel old! They poked fun at us quite a bit for being over a decade older than them, being born pre 2000’s and remembering life before smart phones. But as consolation, they taught us some new drinking card games including horse racing, chase the ace and a version of higher or lower where the cards are in a square and any wrong guesses lead to all the other connected cards adding up to more drinks.

As you can imagine we ended up drinking quite a bit between the card games and trying to drown our sorrows about being ‘soooo old’. Once it reached 10pm it was the hostels quiet time, which meant the options were to go to bed or to sample the local night life. We chose the latter. Grace was really cold, so decided her evening outfit would include socks and sandals and a pac-a-mac. I was worried we wouldn’t be let into the club but It turned out the ‘club’ was actually one tiny bar called ‘Amigos’ and if anything she was probably over dressed! But it was nice enough and we chatted and played pool until closing time at midnight.

After a freezing nights sleep (the loft room we were in had no insulation and wasn’t even sealed from the outside, I could feel a cold gust every time the wind blew!) We grabbed a coffee and waited for Grace’s flatmate Jess to arrive. Jess had flown out from London to join us for a week’s holiday.

Jess is a big buddle of energy which was a good thing considering we’d signed us all up for zip lining just after she’d arrived. We turned up and got fitted out in harnesses and safety helmets and met our very enthusiastic guides. When they heard we were from London they were excited to talk to us about Paddington Bear, if we’d heard of it, if we knew where Paddington was from (Peru), if we liked the movies and so on. We were trying to keep a straight face to work out where the conversation was going, and if this dude was a super fan or was on something, but it turns out that parts of the latest Paddington film were filmed in the park.

We then got the safety talk and demo, we were informed that we would be breaking by placing our gloved hands on the wire behind us and pulling down which was terrifying to hear! Once the talk was over, we climbed up a huge tower ready for our first zip line. The tower itself was moving in the wind and it also had signs saying a maximum of 5 people per staircase and we were on at least double that, so I wasn’t filled with confidence safety wise!

But soon I was strapped up and off down the zip line. It mostly wasn’t as scary as I’d imagined, the worst bit was climbing up the wobbley towers and the contradictory information from the staff. One guy and the start would clip you in and tell you that you must break at the end and then once you got to the other side the guide would scream for you not to break or vice versa. Also breaking in itself was terrifying, pulling down on the wire caused the glove to get worryingly hot, thankfully I reached the end with all of my fingers intact.

A guide next to the jump point
The high platforms
Can you tell I’m scared here?!
Made it back to safe ground in the end

The guides also liked to play practical jokes telling us ‘its safe, only two people have died here this year’ and if you asked them if your harness was secure replying with ‘i don’t know I’m not qualified’ or ‘I’m not sure it’s my first day’. For the most part it was very enjoyable, except for the hikes back up to high ground after each zip! But the ‘super man’ lines, where the harness was clipped to your back and your legs tied up to the zip line, were terrifying! For a few of the lines we had to go in pairs, and the combined weight of me and Jess meant that when they let us go we just hit the bottom of the platform and we had to do a weird wiggle to the end of the platform with our legs wrapped around each other.

The view from half way up one of the walks to the next station

On the last line you had to zip through a pitch black tunnel at spread and when you reached the end a photographer was taking photos. Me and Grace went first and decided to mess with Jess. As soon as she came out of the tunnel we screamed as the top of our lungs that it had gone wrong and she needed to break, which you can’t do when harnessed from the back. The photographer caught photos of Jess’ enjoyment turning to panic and both us and the guides fell about laughing!

The last section.

We finished off the evening with a well deserved beer in the classic Amigos bar with people from our hostel.

The next morning we headed to the Santa Elena national park, the collectivo dropped us off at 11am and told us they would be back to pick us up around 4pm that gave us five hours for a walk and to eat our packed lunch of cheese sandwiches and boiled eggs. There were 5 different routes around the park of varying length and difficulty. The longest was supposed to take four and a half hours, we were worried that it might cut it a bit fine to make it back in time so we decided to do the second longest route.

The trail had a lot of inclines and declines but we didn’t actually see much nature, just lots and lots of trees. We made it around the path a lot quicker than expected so decided to add part of another routes section to the end of our loop to make it a bit longer. We definitely made it longer that’s for sure, unfortunately we had misjudged the point we were at and had ended up joining and then completing the longest route. Even after completing this and taking time to get our breath back and eat lunch, we still had an hour and a bit of time left, so we decided to try the medium sized route and again we completed this with time to spare so moved on to one of the smaller routes, we completed this with twenty minutes to go, but we could hardly do all but one of the routes, so we practically ran around the last one. We made it back five minutes before the bus departed having done all of the routes. Although somewhere along the way I’d managed to twist and sprain my knee, so I was glad we’d saved the easier routes until last.

The other travelers talked about how they meandered around one of the routes taking time to take in and feel at one with nature. Meanwhile we had frog marched around the whole route and were now knackered and very sweaty, and in my case had a painful knee, but we still felt accomplished. Although we hadn’t seen any wildlife except for one coati that Jess spotted in the car park!

We were all ready for a sit down in the cool but we had already signed ourselves up for the night walk that evening. So we decided to treat ourselves to a milkshake and a slice of cake to bolster our spirits. Unfortunately Jess ended up wearing more of her milkshake than she drank. The waitress poured most of Jesse’s milkshake all over her after tripping as she went to give it to her. So after finishing what was left and then a quick change of clothes, we headed out to catch the bus to the night walk.

Our guide for the night walk was a lovely man named Marvin. We were a bit dubious at first, as he told us we would be doing the walk in his garden and started off by showing us his orchids and photos of things that he sometimes sees… but after the flowers, his ‘garden’ opened up into more of a small park, with a large abundance of trees and streams. Which gave us hope that Marvin would be able to show us actual animals rather than just photos of them.

And Marvin did provide! He showed us a lot of cool insects including a cool one that looked like a leaf with legs! Lots of gross looking spiders including some tarantulas in holes in trees, lots of Lizards and frogs and some sleeping birds including a toucan. But the spot of the night goes to Grace who, while the rest of us were looking at a stick insect, spotted and armadillo!

Marvin didn’t believe Grace at first so shone his very bright light at it, which confirmed Grace was correct but also scared the bejesus out of the armadillo. It panicked, scrambling in every direction franticly so unfortunately I got no photos of it! We also saw some cool vine-like trees that surround a host tree and slowly, over 50 years, grow around it and drain all of the life from the tree until it dies and just the network of the parasitic tree is left. So all in all it was a pretty cool walk and a nice way to end our time in Monte Verde.

Our next stop is La Fortuna where more of Grace’s friends are joining us, I’ll tell you all about it soon, lots of love, Alice x

Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica

We only had one day in Manuel Antonio, we wanted to see the national park here, but the town is expensive, especially for our backpacking budget, so we couldn’t stay for long. We managed to find a hotel room for £40 a night which was a bit of a bargain. It was surrounded by forest at the back which was a nice bonus. The morning was unfortunately darkened by the news of Russia invading Ukraine and the possibility of world war three. As we were discussing this over breakfast, the hotel owner tapped on our room window and beaconed us urgently. We followed him further to the back of the hotel where he showed us a sloth high up in the tree tops. I say a sloth, I didn’t have my glasses or contact lenses in at this point so for me it was a brown splodge in the trees, but Grace spotted it immediately. We had officially seen our first sloth. So you could say the morning was a bit of a mixed bag!

The owner told us if we could see that sloth then not to bother hiring a guide at the park, as we would be able to spot things ourselves. We felt pretty confident heading into the park and declined every tour guide we saw outside of the entrance. We got into the park around 8:30am and already it was busy. Only 10% of the park is open to tourists the rest is strictly a reserve for the animals to be left in peace and rightly so. But the 10% that is open is packed with two thousand people a day, tickets sell out days in advance, we had hoped getting there early would mean we avoided the worst of the crowds but it was still very busy.

There were large tour groups of 20-30 people gathered around the telescopic lenses the guides use to show you the wildlife up close. We couldn’t really see much of anything, even following where the telescopic lenses were pointed. We hoped it was just because the large crowds were scaring off the wildlife closer to the ground. So we decided to do a waterfall walk that led away from the main trail, none of the groups came down this route as it had steep inclines and declines. Even at the very end of the route, far from the crowds and noise we still couldn’t see much, so we admitted defeat and headed back towards the entrance to get a guide. Unfortunately you’re not allowed to leave the park and re-enter and all of the guides were on the other side of the entrance, we were gutted, thinking we’d blown our chance to see some cool wildlife. But as we walked back into the park we saw a guide on his way back from finishing a tour and he agreed to give us a tour for £15 each which was a bargain! It was just the two of us, as everyone else had already had a tour at the start of the day and was made even cheaper as the guides park entrance had already been paid. Also, as he had just done a tour, the guide had already spent time finding cool animals. So he just had to retrace his steps and show us the things he had already found, he was also able to get information from the other guides that passed us along on their way back from their finished tour. So it worked out brilliantly.

We saw sooo much, it was probably the best £15 we’d spent on the trip so far! He showed us flowers, spiders, frogs, bats, lizards, birds, agoutis, monkeys and three towed sloths. As well as pointing out several interesting flowers and plants to us, he really knew his stuff. Although one thing even we managed to see without his lens was a sloth with its baby that crossed the path, very slowly in true sloth style, right infront of us!

An Agouti
Sloths
Bats
A camouflaged bird
A baby sloth
Another camouflaged bird
The most famous frog in Costa Rica and one of the most photographed in all the world
What the frog looks like when it’s not napping!
Another bat
A Jesús Lizard (they can run/walk on water)
The sloth crossing our path
A Monkey

After our tour we headed to the sandy beaches of the park and relaxed in the sunshine until the park closed and it was time to head home. While we sat outside of our hotel room on the balcony eating ice cream (it’s a hard life I know!), we watched another Agouti wander past!

The next day was a long one, eight hours on buses to get us to our next destination of Monteverdi, which I will tell you all about soon.

Lots of love, Alice x

Uvita, Costa Rica

Yet again we found ourselves walking to the hostel in the midday heat with sweat pouring down our faces! But we made it to our hostel in the early afternoon, just in time for Grace to rush off to her scuba diving refresher course. I was on my own for the afternoon and decided to spend it in the shade, catching up with writing these blogs and then calling family and friends for a catch up. Once all of my life admin was done I got chatting to a Canadian girl in our room called Kris. Once Grace got back we went for dinner with Kris in a cheap restaurant next door. On the way back we saw hundreds of leaf cutter ants forming a line from a tree across the path and further into the forest. I’ve seen leaf cutter ants before, but never this many. There was a 2 meter line of them that was about 20cm wide.

The next day Grace was out scuba diving again, so I decided to book a horse riding tour through a forest on a nearby cattle ranch. Kris asked if she could join me so just after lunch we headed off. We got there and were put straight on a horse, I asked for a helmet but was told I wouldn’t need one, they obviously hadn’t realised I’m basically Mr bean on holiday.

Me and Kris

I had the cutest most affectionate horse I’ve ever met and he was also so inquisitive. At first he really wasn’t keen on going on the ride at all. As the guide, Kris and a nice Italian couple that made up our group, headed out of the yard towards the start of the trail, my horse headed in the other direction towards the stables. After a tug of war on the reigns, which I eventually won, we followed the others but we were already lagging behind and my horse was in no hurry to catch up.

The rest of the ride was interesting though, possibly more for my horse than me. He stopped to look at a butterfly, and to listen to the howler monkeys and at one point there was a calf feeding from its mother that he was super interested in, I had to tug him away as he kept getting closer and closer and I didn’t fancy being in the middle of a cow Vs horse showdown. Even after we had passed he kept looking back at them.

The trail wound through a forest where the cicadas were so loud you could hardly hear yourself think and then alongside a river. Something spooked my horse and he made a run for it down a river bank, which was terrifying but did mean we caught up with the rest of the group. Alongside the river the train was less dirt and more small rocks and pebbles. Kris’ horse kept slipping and at one point nearly fell over entirely with legs kicking out in all directions, luckily it was okay and so was Kris although slightly shaken as she’d only just stayed on by wrapping her arms around her horse’s neck! I was really starting to wish we had those helmets!

This video still doesn’t do justice to how loud the cicadas were!

Eventually we arrived at a small waterfall where we could swim for 45minutes and the horses were left to wander and drink. We explored the waterfall and took a dip in the river, although it smelt very fishy. When we got out of the river I could see what I thought were flies moving away from my foot after every step. But after closer inspection it was actually teeny tiny frogs only a cm or two across.

I sat down on a rock to dry off and suddenly a horse’s head appeared on my shoulder, luckily it was still attached to a horse and not a ‘the godfather’ style threat. My horse had wandered over and decided it wanted some attention, he kept rubbing his head up and down my arm and bopping against me until I would stroke his nose or neck, like a giant puppy. Every time I stopped he would follow me around nudging me until I stroked him again. I got Kris to distract him while I got re-dressed. Once it was Kris’ turn to re-dress however, he wouldn’t be distracted and kept nudging her and almost pushing her over half dressed. I was too busy laughing my head off to come to her rescue.

Once Kris managed to get dressed and back on her horse we took the same route back to the stables with my hose trailing behind again. At the stables we got some freshly cut watermelon and got to feed the horses the rinds and say goodbye.

Kris was on a tighter budget than us so asked if we fancied cooking dinner together rather than eating out, we agreed and grabbed some vegetables and spices from the local supermarket for a veggie curry. It ended up costing about 65% of what eating out here does and tasting 100% worse… I managed to eat mine as I was so hungry but Grace struggled just pushing hers around the plate and not having the heart to tell Kris it wasn’t very appetising. We agreed it would be the first and last time we let someone we don’t know cook for us!

The next day we headed to the beach, the beach and sea at Uvita is a national park. We got there just before low tide, paid our entry and then headed to the famous ‘whale tail beach’. It’s where two different currents meet at the end of the beach and at low tide it forms a beach that is in the shape of a whale’s tail. Although I feel it would have been more impressive viewed from the air. It was already baking hot so we found some shade between some coconut trees, (it’s a hard life I know!) And set up base for the day. Even in the shade it was absolutely sweltering. We would go for a dip in the sea to cool off, even though it was the temperature of bath water, and by the time we were back in the shade we were almost dry again.

Whale tail from the air

It was beautiful though, there were animals everywhere. Which I found to my dismay when I fell asleep and woke up covered in ants and more annoyingly red ant bites. After an afternoon lying about avoiding ants, once it had cooled down a bit, we took a walk along the beach. The place seemed to come alive as soon as it got cooler. We saw white faced monkeys in the trees, pelicans flying overhead and hundreds of hermit crabs making a dash for the sea. Also saw some weird sea snail things I’d never seen before making trails in the sand.

We stayed to watch the sunset and then headed back to the entrance of the reserve. The tide had started to come in at this point so we found ourselves wading through rivers that had previously been a trickling stream we’d jumped over. For some of them we were up to our waist in water, with our bags held over our heads. We were slightly worried as the reservation was also home to alligators but hoped the pure volume of people splashing through and leaving on mass would be enough to deter them. We made it out without a sighting thankfully. That’s one nature encounter I’m not too keen to have.

On our last day in Uvita we decided to visit local waterfalls. They were really nice, not the biggest or prettiest we’ve ever seen but still felt spectacular that day, purely because of how cold the water was! There were several different sections you could swim in and one of the falls was over rocks that had become so eroded and rounded from the water the local teenage boys, and some American army dudes, were using it as a water slide. Neither me nor Grace was keen to try, they looked pretty high from the bottom and I’m sure would feel even higher from the top. A few tourists took the ladder to the top and then decided against the slide taking the ladder back down. The local teens however had no such fear going down backwards, face first, doing back flips and dives.

We stayed in the deeper pool until Grace felt something touch her foot and I pointed out there were fish in the water. For someone who does so much scuba diving she really does not like fish. So we headed for one of the smaller fst moving stream sections and chilled there for the rest of the afternoon.

Eventually though we had to leave the cool stream behind and head off to collect our things and get the bus to our next stop, Manual Antonio.

Tell you all about it soon, lots of love, Alice x

San Jose, Costa Rica

We made it to Costa Rica and boy is it hot here too! We somehow always end up traveling with our big backpacks at the hottest part of the day and arriving in San Jose was no different. (What is it they say? Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun?). After a stressful time being questioned by an immigration officer who must have been part of the Spanish inquisition in a past life, and collecting our baggage, where I thought mine hadn’t made it, we finally got out of the airport hours later than expected. We headed to a bus stop, after ten minutes of waiting in the sun, the bus came. However, the driver informed us we were wrong in our assumption the currency in Costa Rica is dollars (all trips and hotels have prices in USD to make it easier for the many many US tourists they get). So we trudged back up the hill to the airport, got cash out in Costa Rican Colón and tried again, this time with more success.

Once the bus dropped us off at the center of town, we decided to ignore the hostels advice of getting a taxi and to walk the 30 minutes to the hostel. It was only once we reached a six lane motorway, that we realised why the recommendation may have been a taxi. After a time consuming detour along the motorway until we found a footbridge, we made it to the other side and onwards to the hostel.

Some police and their horses we passed on the way to the hostel, watching a baseball game

We dumped our bags and headed straight out the door again, back into the centre of town, this time in a taxi! We wanted to check out the gold museum before it closed for the day. The museum was three floors and filled with gold from pre-spanish times, along with pottery and some other sections on the beginnings of money in central America. It was an interesting museum and it was cool to see how the metal was used and shaped into various things and also to see the first coins and notes minted in Costa Rica. We also really enjoyed the short documentary about indigenous tribes in Costa Rica and how after generations of integration they are now trying to go back to their roots and re-learn lost languages and skills.

After the gold museum we grabbed some dinner at a BBQ place and it was delicious, one of the benefits of being in a much more touristy country is good international (in this case American) food. Then we waddled back to the hostel.

The hostel had a pool table so we continued our tradition of playing a very long very unskilled game of pool and then moved on to Uno. We made friends with a canadian couple and a few others and had a few rounds of both pool and uno with them before it got late and the hostel staff asked us to go to bed.

The next morning we decided to check out the Saturday morning market in town. It was super cute along a shaded avenue of trees. It was more of a farmer’s market than a local one, but we still enjoyed it. We had some toasted panini’s for breakfast, followed by some breakfast cake, because it’s never too early for cake and it just looked so good! Grace also brought herself some nice earrings. After a nose around all of the stools we decided to head into town to try and find a new battery for my watch. It’s been broken a few weeks now and none of the small local watch shops seem to be able to/want to replace the battery even though it would be a 2 minute job. So finally in a big city we found a Swatch watch shop in a mall and hoped they would be able to replace it. Unfortunately they wouldn’t either. So we spent some time shopping to replace things we’d lost or had broken in the wash or needed but hadn’t packed.

We returned back to the hostel and decided to go for drinks with the Canadian couple. We both had early buses to catch, so decided we would go for a quick drink and come home for an early night. Soon however word had spread around the hostel and we ended up with a whole group of us going to a rooftop bar. We arrived at the bar around 6pm and it was more of a open air nightclub than a bar and was pretty busy, especially for how early it was, the only place free to stand was the dance floor that overlooked the city. It was a really pretty view and after a few drinks we all ended up having a dance to music which none of us knew, but the locals were very into. After a few hours of drinks and dancing we decided to call it a night as we figured it must be getting on for past midnight, it was in fact 9:30pm… But on the plus side we’d had a whole night out and gotten to bed early. The sort of nights out I could get behind!

We said our goodbyes in the morning and got on a bus to Uvita, which I’ll tell you all about soon. Love Alice x

El Tunco & El Zonte, El Salvador

We had to get two chicken buses to El Tunco with two hours of waiting around in the heat between them. During out wait we met another backpacker, André from Slovakia, as we were the only other white people in the bus station he decided to come over and say hi. He was also headed to El Tunco so we got the bus together. We also chatted to a local man who introduced himself to us once we had taken our seats on the bus, he told us that he spoke English and asked if he could chat to us. His son who is 15 lives in the US and he hoped to join him one day so wanted to practice his English. He was an interesting guy, he told us how he had been smuggled across the Mexican border to the US twice already but had been caught and sent back and he was hoping better English would help next time. It costs around $20,000 USD paid to the Mexican mafia to be smuggled he told us helpfully. He also asked us about England and was shocked to hear we had our own currency, he’d never heard of the pound and found it crazy it was worth more than a USD for a currency only the British use. He got off the bus before us but helpfully told us where we needed to stop.

It was safe to say we were less than impressed with our hostel and the area in general. The hostel was full of very clique surfers who didn’t seem to be interested in talking to anyone who wasn’t a surfer. The bunk beds were also very flimsy, so I made Grace take the top bunk, for fear of turning over in the night and crushing her to death as the bed collapsed. Hopefully with Grace on the top bunk there was less of a chance of imminent death but still every time either of us moved, it would start the whole thing rocking and wake you up. The beach town wasn’t great either, the beach itself was made up of rocks about 10cm across and was not very clean, the town was geared for parting with blaring music from every bar from 9am in the morning. It was also soo soo hot. It felt like Magaluf had been put in a sauna. It is interesting how the most ‘touristy’ resort in El Salvador was actually the place we’d enjoyed least in the country.

We persevered for two nights there but we would still have another three before we could build our plane to Costa Rica so we scouted about towns nearby and ended up payinf way too much ($70 a night) for a beautiful double room in a hotel in the town next to El Tunco called El Zone. But it was worth it to get out of there. The beach in El Zonte was sandy, much cleaner and without bars blaring musoc, it just had local restaurants. Although it seemed they’ve already started building everywhere and the hopes to make it the next El Tunco, which would be a real shame.

It was absolute luxury a huge double bed, warm shower, Aircon and a lovely pool. We decided to treat it as a vacation from our vacation and eat at a lovely restaurant on the beach each night even splurging out on glasses of wine and a desert or two.

While we were there grace wanted to do a surfing lesson. After various lessons where I have proven my incompetence and had pretty much paid to almost drown, I’ve given up on my dream of being a pro surfer, deciding it was more effort than enjoyment. So I left Grace to it, spending the hour instead out of the oppressive midday heat painting my nails and shaving my legs. A private bathroom is a luxury you have to make use of, shaving your legs with people knocking asking what’s taking so long gets very tiring.

I’d just gotten dressed when she arrived back, I opened the door to let her in and she burst into tears. It’s not the first time my face has had that effect on someone! But it turns out she was upset after an hour spent with a surf instructor who thought the best way to improve someone’s surfing ability was to bully them into it. He was constantly criticizing and belittling her and moaning under his breath that she couldn’t already stand up on the surfboard. It was heart breaking to see, as she was so excited to go that morning and he had completely ruined it for her and charged her $50 for the privilege.

After some consolation, a nice lunch, some wine and a brownie Grace was feeling a bit more upbeat and ready to try again tomorrow, this time requesting a different instructor.

This time she returned back from surfing absolutely beaming and even managed to stand up a few times. So we got to leave El Salvador on a high note with some nice beach days and beers with our friend André.

Next up we’re off to Costa Rica. I’ll tell you all about it soon. Love Alice x

Juayua, El Salvador

Our transfer from Antigua Guatemala took us to the city of Santa Ana, the transport company would have dropped us directly at our next destination in the mountain village of Juayua for another £40 but we decided to try and do it ourselves on chicken buses as it would cost less than $1 USD.

The Chicken buses here are all old US school busses that have been pimped out with sound systems, paintings of Jesus and lots of mirrors and flashing lights. They also have a constant stream of people getting on the bus walking down the center aisle trying to sell everything from fresh fruit, bags of Coca-Cola, phone chargers and anything else you can imagine. But at least they have set routes and bus numbers here which makes things easier. We had a pretty uneventful ride until it came to getting off the bus. Lord knows how people signal they want to get off, we tend to just hope Somone else wants to get on or off near where we do and try and get out then as quickly as possible. But it’s always fun trying to lift 12kg bags from the bag rails above peoples heads while standing as the bus speeds around sharp corners. I nearly killed a woman getting mine down, luckily she was very forgiving! We weren’t quick enough to get off the bus in time so we staggered to the back of the bus and hung on for dear life until a local took pity on us and did the secret whistle that is apparently the signal for the bus to stop. Somehow we had managed to get off the bus directly outside our hotel which was a bit of luck.

The next morning we headed into the centre of town to book our 7 waterfalls hike. Once we got to the tour place they informed us there was a tour we could join in 20 minutes so we rushed back to our hotel, got changed, got water and cash for the tour and then ran back, hoping the banana we managed to get down our necks would be enough to sustain us.

We joined a tour with 5 other backpackers, our English speaking guide, Andreas, and our local guide, Carlos. As El Salvador isn’t on many backpackers lists, the trails tend to get overgrown, so our local guide, Carlos, was ahead of us with his machete cutting back the route and pointing out any dangers, of which there were actually quite a few… including wasp nests, spiders and eroded parts of trails where we could easily fall to our death. So that was fun.

We were also joined by two doggie guides, Tony and Fernanda, who made the track more fun but also more deadly. They tended to run through your legs while you were traversing tricky bits of paths or to jump from ledges above you when there was nowhere to land but the spot you were standing on, or if you didn’t manage to scramble out of the way in time, onto you..

The hike itself was really fun, we climbed through steep forests and coffee plantations to reach the top of a river flowing down steep rocks forming lots of waterfalls. Then to my surprise we were told we would be rappelling/ canyoning down the waterfalls. It would have been nice to have been informed of this before hand as I have quite the fear of heights… But I was at the top at this point, and far too proud to make a fuss or let on I was scared. Something an American girl in our group had no issue with and complained loudly. I don’t blame her, as the poor girl had been telling us how uncoordinated she was and had already fallen over on flat ground when we had only just started the walk.

It was also a much longer way down than any of us were expecting and we had to do sections at a time. At points we were all perched half way down a waterfall, waiting for ropes to be reset and our turn to descend the next section, which meant we got absolutely soaked through. Luckily, with the human guides helping and avoiding the, now wet, doggie guides hindrances, we all made it down the waterfall. We were all pretty impressed with ourselves until Carlos shot straight back up the waterfall, untied the rope we were using and came back down with the rope in one arm and a machete in the other…all while wearing crocs.

Carlos’ crocs

Once we had made it to the bottom we waded down the river for a while, which was no easy feat. The water was running so fast it was hard to see under the surface where it was safe to put your feet. The river bed also changed depth drastically within a few steps, so that one minute you were knee deep and the next step you were waist deep. That’s if you hadn’t lost your footing and fallen over completely, which happened a few times. So we were all using the larger boulders and rocks to steady ourselves, which Carlos kept saying not to do, but with nothing else to steady ourselves with we mostly carried on. That was until he pointed out a tarantula under one of the rocks, we quickly stopped after that. Turns out getting a bit wet from falling in isn’t that bad. Grace and the American girl were not fans of the spiders and rushed past. Carlos found this hilarious and took it as his queue to point out every huge spider he saw. There were a lot.

One of the spiders later on, when it was dry enough to get my phone out.

He told me most of them weren’t venous which I passed on to grace in English, he also told me there were way more in the forest they were just less easy to spot. I chose not to pass that one on. He also told me the one that was venomous and spiteful to watch out for was the black and ??? one. Very useful, I wasn’t able to understand the second colour, the most critical info of the day and I had no idea! (Andreas later told me he was saying black widow, no wonder I didn’t know the colour!).

After Carlos realised I spoke some Spanish he had a great time chatting away to me, I’m not sure it mattered to him I was only getting about 60% of what he was saying, so I just nodded along. Although I did enjoyy when he told me about his friend that had moved to London and asked if I’d seen him about, which I thought was very cute.

The last part of the hike was the least enjoyable, we had to climb back up to where we had started but this time while dripping wet. On the plus side we got a late lunch of boiled egg sandwiches, which after a long hike tasted much nicer than it sounds!

The next day we headed into the center of the village to sample the delights of the food market held in Juayua at weekends. It was made up of loads of different market stalls selling different sweets, drinks and plates of food, and even one man who tried to sell me a baby rabbit by just placing it in my hand. As cute as it was, I didn’t fancy trying to smuggle it through airports and borders…

Interesting side fact Bitcoin (an electronic currency) is a national currency as of 2018 in El Salvador, the only country in the world to list an e-currency as a national currency. Even the market stalls in this mountain village took bitcoin which was very surreal to see.

Our first stop was a coffee for Grace which was reportedly quite disappointing as it hadn’t been strained properly and had granules floating in it. Next we tried a pineapple drink, where they core a pineapple, blend it with some ice and serve it back to you in what’s left of the pineapple. It was 50 cents more to add rum, so we figured it would be rude not to. Although it was 9am so we got some judgement from the lady running the stall, it was a good call and very delicious.

Next up we decided to try a plate of food. Grace was a bit apprehensive as she’s not keen on meat cooked in central America, and after seeing markets where it’s not stored well, I don’t blame her. But I figured the locals wouldn’t eat at the stalls if they had been given food poisoning there previously so I was going to try my luck. Once we started to stop and look at the different sample plates at the front of the stalls loads of sample bits of cooked meat on cocktail sticks appeared and they were delicious so Grace agreed to share a plate with me.

We opted for a plate that was a bit of a mix of everything. We had a chicken chorizo sausage, a thin steak, pasta salad, Pico de gallo (a mix of finely cut tomato and onion), sweetcorn, a rice and bean mix, a tortilla, spring onions and a potato with ham and cheese. All for $6 USD! And we ate every bit.

After this we were pretty stuffed, but we did want to try a local sausage that was supposed to be nice. So we brought one of these to try and asked for it without all of the extras which the woman serving seemed quite offended by, she gave it to a guy on the stall next to hers to bring over to us. We thought this was strange and that we really must have upset her, but it turned out that the guy who brought it over just wanted to practice his English on us as he had been learning for some while but had never heard an English accent before. After our chat we got down to business trying the sausage, its taste was really nice, like a corn chorizo mix, but the texture was not great, it was very grainy with lumps. We had one section each and threw the rest away. At that point the woman at the stall really was offended…woops.

We were really quite full after this so we decided to have a walk around the market to walk it off. It was interesting and we saw people selling donkey rides, a man selling turkeys and a reptile house charging a $1 to hold a snake. So of course we had a go.

We also came across a stall selling different fruits and sweets and had to have a go. The woman gave us a sample of pumpkin covered in honey which was surprisingly very tasty although extremely sweet. Grace brought some other fruits in a sugary sauce that tasted kind of like a very sweet tomato but had a pip in the centre, we think it was maybe a crab apple.

We finished off the market with another delicious pineapple drink, before wadeling back to the hostel to pick up our bags and get on a chicken bus to El Tunco.

I’ll tell you all about El Tunco soon, lots of love Alice x

Antigua, Guatemala

We finally made it into Guatemala! Although we missed most of it due to me having COVID, we didn’t want to have to skip it entirely. As one of our favourite towns from our last visit to Guatemala, Antigua, is so close to the border with El Salvador we decided to make the short trip.

We spent our first afternoon nosing around the town, Guatemala is famous for its jade and we decided to have a window shop in the jewelers. Predictably the ‘window’ shopping became actual shopping and we both spent far too much on jade rings.

We also brought some necklaces with our Mayan birth animal on. We don’t really buy into the whole birthday dictating your personality and more just wanted a cool momento but we had to admit the description did match us quite well.. Grace is a bee, very organised but quick to anger. I am a spider, keen on learning and defending the weak but tight with money ?

After making our purchases we decided to track down our favourite restaurant that we visited the last time we were here, it was honestly one of the tastiest meals we had while traveling. Although simple food, chicken roasted over a fire with garlic potatoes and salad, it is done to perfection. It also comes with tortillas and a drink (no idea what of, but it’s tasty and refillable) for £3.50. We ate there everyday for all three days we were there.

Grace happy her hunt for her favourite restaurant was a success
Hand made Tortillas

The rest of the afternoon we spent wandering about the town.

Seeing as we’d already done the main attractions in Antigua the last time we visited, we decided to try some of the more obscure attractions this time. So on our second day we decided to hike through a national park above the city to a beautiful view point. It was so obscure as an attraction that our Uber driver had never been there before and seemed very confused as to why we would want to be dropped off at them end of a dirt road at the base of a huge hill and kept asking us if we were sure this was right and if we were going to be okay.

The hill we would climb

It was reportedly an easy hike, but myself and Grace definitely disagree. We’re not sure if it was the hot weather or the altitude but the hour long hike upwards to the view point was a hard and sweaty one. We had to limit ourselves to 20 second breaks, just enough to slow our breathing, or we would have taken most of the day to reach the top. It was a beautiful walk though, we saw woodpecker’s and beautiful little birds that looked black when still, but we’re a radiant blue when the sun hit them in flight. We also saw two rainbow coloured moths, which a friend who is a moth and insect enthusiast has since told me are either new to science or very very rare. So I present to you the Alice moths ??

Once we made it to the top we had to pay a small entrance fee to locals to access the view point. We paid ~40p to a man with a hook for a hand, wondering what we were in for but the view point was really cool!

A knackered me at the end of the hike

After traipsing down the hill again, which was almost as hard as the way up and more of a controlled skid, we had a cool shower and then headed into town for the evening to meet up with Santi, Tod and Tom who we’ve met several times in Mexico. We went to a few cool bars including one Irish bar where we got chatting to the owner. He was teasing us that he had moved to the other side of the world to get away from the English and we’d followed him here. He treated us to his home made scotch eggs followed by a more regional shot of tequila. We continued on to more bars and eventually a local club until the early hours.

The next morning Grace felt really ill and kept throwing up, I gave her very little sympathy believing it was just a hang over but when she was still throwing up at 8pm that evening it was clear it was probably something more. We stayed in all day and unfortunately missed saying goodbye to the boys before they headed back into Mexico, but Grace was just too ill go out in public and I don’t think I’d live it down if she keeled over while I was supposed to be looking after her. Finally the next morning she was starting to feel better and passed on her supply of snacks and painkillers to the girl in the bed next to us who had started to show the same symptoms as Grace, clearly something was going around.

We decided to take it easy on our last day and signed up for a ‘bean to bar’ chocolate course. We learnt about the cacao tree and got to gut out the cocoa beans from the fruit and try them fresh, the pulp around the beans is lovely but the seed themselves are very bitter. Our guide explained how the beans were fermented with banana leaves and then left to dry out, which can take a few weeks. We were then given pre fermented and dried beans, (as we didn’t fancy the 3-6 week wait for one bar of chocolate) which we roasted and de-shelled before grinding them into a paste. The paste was then melted and sugar and milk added ready to pour into our chocolate bar.

While our bar was cooling in a fridge we also got to try making traditional hot chocolate drinks. We tried the spicy drink the Mayans drank, made with the Coco paste, honey and chili. It was quite nice and the spice actually really worked well with the chocolate. Spanish invaders learned how to make the drink from the Mayans and both groups discarded the waste shells from the Coco beans. However Spanish slaves used to use these to make a tea, which we also got to try, the tea was actually really light but a little bitter. We also tried the drink made for European royalty from imported Coco, with milk and cloves, this was also very tasty and smooth. I think a combination of milk coca and chili would have been my favourite of the lot.

It was a fun afternoon and we got two bars of chocolate from it, although someone ate half of Grace’s when she left it in the hostel fridge so that was less fun.

Next we’re moving back into El Salvador, tell you all about it soon, love Alice xx

San Salvador and Santa Ana, El Salvador

We arrived in the El Salvador capital, San Salvador, after a very long journey and having been awake for 28 hours. Unfortunately for us the San Salvador airport isn’t actually in San Salvador, it’s an hour away so our journey still wasn’t over. Luckily some super helpful locals directed us to a local chicken bus and spoke to the driver about where we needed to go. We paid 60 cents (El Salvador uses USD) for the hour long journey, it was actually really enjoyable apart from the fact Grace had to sit on the door steps for the first 10 minutes. But we didn’t bash anyone with our massive bags and Grace didn’t fall off the back so we took it as a win.

When we got to the hostel we pretty much collapsed into our beds and had a 3 hour nap. After we woke up and started to feel slightly more alive, we decided to head downstairs and be social, well as social as you can be on three hours of sleep…

We met a group of English, Irish and Canadian people and went out to a bar where everything on the menu, food and drinks, was $1.39 so we ended up drinking waaayyyy more than we probably should have.

After the bar we headed to a ‘club’ although I use that term very loosely. It looked like it was just someone’s house that had been gutted and a dancefloor and bar added. It was very strange, the toilet still had a bath in it… But it was an enjoyable evening none the less.

The next morning we were headed to the second largest city in El Salvador, Santa Ana. We were going to get two buses, which we were not looking forward to in the heat, but realized two of the guys we went out with the previous night were also headed there and between the four of us an Uber would be the same price but much more direct. Unfortunately the only car that would take us that far from the city was tiny, we all had to sit with our big rucksacks on our laps. Poor Grace didn’t even get a seat as where the middle back seat is normally positioned in a car, this one just had a cup holder. After the hour and a half journey she was branded with cup holder buttocks for the foreseeable future.

We spent the afternoon wandering around Santa Ana looking at all the churches and pretty squares. El Salvador gets a lot less tourism than the other south American countries and the locals are a lot more interested in us. Everywhere we went people came up and said hello in broken English. It was very cute.

The next day we had planned to do a hike up a volcano, there is one bus a day to the volcano at 7:30am. After finally testing negative for covid we were planning to head into Guatemala the following day so needed an official test to cross the border. We were hoping to get to the clinic as soon as it opened at 6am and get seen quickly and be back in time for the 7:30am bus to the volcano. Unfortunately a lot of people had the same idea of getting there when it opened, we didn’t get seen until 7:30am and had to return two hours later for our results.

Once we had our results we decided to make the most of what was left of the day and got an uber to Lago de Ilopango, a lake about an hour away that we had heard was very beautiful.

The lake is open to the public but unfortunately there is no way to get to it for free as it is surrounded by lake front properties, so we found a bar that did a day pass for $5. Fortunately for us they let us in for free, I think because we were white and it’s good PR for them the have western ‘rich people’ in their bar. Little did they know me and Grace are a long way from being rich haha, but we enjoyed the free pass anyway. The lake was super pretty and we spent a chill afternoon swimming and divebombing into it.

Around 3pm we decided to head back to Santa Ana, we knew the last bus back was at 4pm and they came every 30mins, so we figured if one didn’t turn up we could get the next one. But obviously we don’t have the best luck with journeys, after an hour and a half there were still no buses. No taxis or Ubers would come to the lake to pick us up either and it was a three hour walk back along a motorway. A couple we were waiting with decided to hitch hike to their destination, but seeing as we would have to go further than them, we would have to travel as two women alone for most of our journey. It would be getting dark soon and again us not having the best luck aaaannnnd me being a big wimp, we decided not to hitchhike with them and continued waiting long after they were gone. Eventually we saw an American guy getting into an airport shuttle and I asked him if we could get a ride in his prepaid taxi to the closest town they would pass through and he kindly agreed. They dropped us to a town ten minutes away where we were able to get a chicken bus the rest of the way home.

Now we’re going to get an early night sleep as our shuttle to Guatemala will be picking us up at 4:30am!

Tell you all about it soon, lots of love, Alice x