October 31, 2006
23:08—Hallowe’en at the Iguana. There are only three guests here so it wasn’t much of a party. Rich wanted to carve jack o’lanterns but the “pumpkins” we get here are green squashes half the size of a real pumpkin and hard as nails. I was supposed to make pumpkin pie (we’ve lost three quarters of our staff so I was back on dinner duty) but by the time the North Americans on staff had convinced Rich that his pumpkins were uncarvable there wasn’t enough time to bake them into pies. But a few locals came by in costume, and we had some fire dancing.
Danni and I even had our first poi lessons. We won’t be progressing to real fire any time soon.
Tomorrow’s All Saint’s Day so I’m off for an Adventure. Me and Danielle (the roving Aussie instructor who showed up a couple of weeks ago and is helping me out for another month in the dive centre) and Adam (Canadian Boy #2, our last remaining staff since we lost Canadian Boy #1, his brother-in-arms, to the art of time wastage and the call of the open road) are getting up at 5:30 to catch the first boat out of here, hop on a chicken bus to Guate, transfer somewhere, climb some mountains, transfer somewhere again, and hope we don’t get run off the road by the drunk locals as we bee-line for Todos Santos, who’s local deity’s feast day coincides with All Saints Day, making it a huge drunken fiesta. Danielle wants to see the horse racing that gets underway in the morning after the riders have spent the night drinking up to it, but I think it’ll be all over but the drinking with our noon ETA. That’s fine with me: getting there (and back) will be half the fun. Probably three quarters of the fun, considering we’ll be in transit a good 12 hours for this party. I’m just happy to be seeing something else of Guatemala: it’ll be my first time leaving the lake since I arrived a month ago.
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It’s a bright night outside, lots of moonlit clouds. Everyone’s gone to bed. Behind the crickets I can hear Adam picking away on his guitar and singing to himself. He’ll be leaving in a few days too. That’s the one thing about this place that gets to me—everyone leaves. You make friends only to be left behind every time. Over and over and over again.
Anyway, I’m not good with early wake-up calls so I’m calling it a night.
Danni and I even had our first poi lessons. We won’t be progressing to real fire any time soon.
Tomorrow’s All Saint’s Day so I’m off for an Adventure. Me and Danielle (the roving Aussie instructor who showed up a couple of weeks ago and is helping me out for another month in the dive centre) and Adam (Canadian Boy #2, our last remaining staff since we lost Canadian Boy #1, his brother-in-arms, to the art of time wastage and the call of the open road) are getting up at 5:30 to catch the first boat out of here, hop on a chicken bus to Guate, transfer somewhere, climb some mountains, transfer somewhere again, and hope we don’t get run off the road by the drunk locals as we bee-line for Todos Santos, who’s local deity’s feast day coincides with All Saints Day, making it a huge drunken fiesta. Danielle wants to see the horse racing that gets underway in the morning after the riders have spent the night drinking up to it, but I think it’ll be all over but the drinking with our noon ETA. That’s fine with me: getting there (and back) will be half the fun. Probably three quarters of the fun, considering we’ll be in transit a good 12 hours for this party. I’m just happy to be seeing something else of Guatemala: it’ll be my first time leaving the lake since I arrived a month ago.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It’s a bright night outside, lots of moonlit clouds. Everyone’s gone to bed. Behind the crickets I can hear Adam picking away on his guitar and singing to himself. He’ll be leaving in a few days too. That’s the one thing about this place that gets to me—everyone leaves. You make friends only to be left behind every time. Over and over and over again.
Anyway, I’m not good with early wake-up calls so I’m calling it a night.
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