I’m finally settling into Goa. I’m more comfortable on the scooter. On Christmas Day I got caught in an Indian cluster fuck. I thought I would go South and try to find Calangute Beach, close to where my Delhi friend is staying. Boy was that a mistake. I had to get on a major highway, which was manageable, but when I turned off to go to the beach, it was an Indian nightmare. It was bumper to bumper traffic with car, motor scooters and people everywhere and going in all directions. Luckily, there were no cows to worry with! I gave up and turned around and finally made it out of the mess. I now feel initiated to driving in India. I am use to walking more, but here you pretty much have to drive your scooter everywhere. It gives me a boost of confidence when I can drive on the main roads and not be terrified.
Yesterday I explored the northern coastline of Goa. Arambol Beach, seemed more hippish to me, Mandrem and Morgim were overrun with Russian tourists. I hear there is even a Russian mafia here! Anjuna Beach, close to where I am located is my favorite beach of the area so far. Goa has over 108 kilometers of coastline. I am pleasantly surprised for India how clean the beaches are. Everything else in India is filthy.
I have met a few people to talk to at the beaches, but no real connections to go beyond that. For four months I have has something to do almost everyday I wake-up. Now in Goa, I don’t have class or a program. I think it is good for me to have the structure and to learn something new. It does not take long to get out of the routine of doing yoga everyday. I am thinking about talking an Ayur Yoga Massage Class. But I want to try the massage to see if I like it and it is something I want to incorporate in my massage practice. It combines Ayurveda Massage with the stretching of yoga. I am imagining similar to Thai massage. Anyway, the class is expensive and a long time commitment, so I am unsure at this point. I attended a yoga class which was taught by 7 soon to be graduates of the yoga school. Each student took 15-minutes to teach. It was a free class and quite good.
I met my Delhi friend for coffee. We meet in the darnest places; under highway signs, in the airport, at a church, on the street. Thank goodness for cell phones. He was a bit grouchy. I think he needed a massage, but I am unable to give him one since I am staying with my friend. I didn’t feel it was appropriate to bring him here.
I have been drinking a beer or two on the beach just about everyday. I shouldn't complaining as you can get a Kingfisher for just under a dollar. It is really cheaper to drink beer than a soda. The Sizzlers are good. The prawn and veggies one was delicious! It comes out sounding like fajitas on the grill. Boy a margarita sounds good, but they are expensive here.
Yippie…………the USD has increased from 42.5 rupees to the dollar to now 51 since I have been here. I heard it went to 53 for one day. That’s over 20% increase for us. I didn’t realize how large until I looked at an old spa menu and they gave prices in dollars, rupees and Euro dollars. Definitely better to pay in rupees! The airfares are expensive in India now though. I think because the middle Indian class is so huge. 300-million Indians are now considered middle class. That’s the size of the US population. The last few days the beaches are now overrun with Indians!!!!!
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Now in Goa
I have completed my 24-day course, Level I Yoga Intensive with Agama Yoga in Rishikesh. It was another wonderful experience. My neck feels better with the long term issue I have had, but it has a long way to go before I have a day without pain. This is one reason I gave up my business. I could no longer work without being in pain.
I've met some great people. Surprisingly I was the only American in the class. We had several exciting sessions with a cow that kept trying to get in the yoga hall every night. He was determined to get in. The last evening for our closing and graduation ceremony we were asked to perform. I didn’t perform but several classmates did. We had singers, a fire and scarf dancers, a juggler and quantum physics lesson and a RAP that pertained to the class. It was hilarious. By the way, I still don’t understand quantum physics and how it relates to spirituality.
I loved the class but it was freezing in Rishikesh and I could not get warm. My room stayed between 55-60 degrees all the time. And the yoga hall was miserable, especially for our morning class. You know it is cold, when my classmates were doing yoga poses in their sleeping bags! Now I am toasty and my skin is nice and supple again.
A private taxi arrived to take me to Dehradun airport for a short flight to Delhi to connect to Goa. I met my Indian friend who lives in Delhi at the airport and he took me to lunch. It was great to see him again! I took another long taxi ride to get to my friends house in Anjuna Beach Goa. Karen is the American who has lived here for 40-years; a hippy that came here in the 70’s and never left. There are many of them here! I am having sticker shock. Everything is at least double the price we paid in Rishikesh.
Karen got me all lined up with a scooter and oriented me around town. She left the day after my arrival and will be gone for almost 2-weeks. She is a volunteer yoga teacher at an ashram 12-hours away from Goa. I’m house and cat sitting for her. I was really nervous when she took me to a busy town called Mapusa. I hadn’t been on a scooter since 2005 and I was shaking with nerves and apprehension. We parked our scooters while we shopped in the market for an hour or so. We came back to the lot where the scooters were. I put the key in the ignition and the steering column locked up. In a panic I got people around us to help. People thought I needed WD -40, so I shopped for that after I called the owner of the bike to come rescue me. I came back with the WD-40 and tried again. To my pleasant surprise the key now worked! The parking lot attendant came over and said, “I think you were misguided. You put the key in the wrong bike”. I had looked at the license plate and it said G-003. Well, they all say G-003! What a ditzy blond I can be. I was so embarrassed. I called the owner back and told him I got it started, but I didn’t tell him what I had done. I have finally settled down and am more comfortable on the Honda Activa. There are a ton of tourists here for the XMAS and New Year’s Holiday. The Russians have landed! They are every where. I guess it use to be a big Israeli hang-out, but they are all gone now. I think it has gotten too expensive for them.
Today I rode the scooter to the beach for the large flea market they have every Wednesday. I had a beer and bought a couple of bindis, the jewelry for the third eye area. I hate all the bargaining. They are asking a fortune for mostly junk stuff! I cooked myself a meal of fresh veggies and rice today. First time I have cooked in 4-months. I enjoy cooking! I had a chicken momo, the Tibetan Dumpling at a nearby restaurant my second night here. I think it was more of a mystery meat than chicken. It made me sick. My body must be use to being a vegetarian. I have not been sick in India until now. I have also eaten several salads. And it is probably not a good idea, even here.
I am missing the camaraderie in Rishikesh. It is hard to meet anyone here because it is so spread out. But on a positive note, I love having a house to my self. I have even been watching TV, Animal Planet and cooking shows. Karen’s kitty is so affectionate. It has made me miss Sagan and Nubio. I know they are happy as I recently wrote their new owner!
My time in this area will be almost a month. Then my visa expires for India. I’ll head for Level 2 Yoga in Ko Panagan (mispell) Thailand.
I need to start doing yoga here. But I’m having a hard time paying $10 for a 2-hour class! In Rishikesh, we paid this price for 2 each, 2-hour classes and a 2-hour lecture each day. It doesn’t feel like I am still in India. I’ve only seen a couple of cows! I did see a few on the beach today where I enjoyed a most spectacular sunset and Kingfisher Beer with a young American boy.
No plans for the rest of the week. In four months of trveling, I now have a break from all the classes I have taken. It feels good.........yet I prefer staying busy with little down time.
I've met some great people. Surprisingly I was the only American in the class. We had several exciting sessions with a cow that kept trying to get in the yoga hall every night. He was determined to get in. The last evening for our closing and graduation ceremony we were asked to perform. I didn’t perform but several classmates did. We had singers, a fire and scarf dancers, a juggler and quantum physics lesson and a RAP that pertained to the class. It was hilarious. By the way, I still don’t understand quantum physics and how it relates to spirituality.
I loved the class but it was freezing in Rishikesh and I could not get warm. My room stayed between 55-60 degrees all the time. And the yoga hall was miserable, especially for our morning class. You know it is cold, when my classmates were doing yoga poses in their sleeping bags! Now I am toasty and my skin is nice and supple again.
A private taxi arrived to take me to Dehradun airport for a short flight to Delhi to connect to Goa. I met my Indian friend who lives in Delhi at the airport and he took me to lunch. It was great to see him again! I took another long taxi ride to get to my friends house in Anjuna Beach Goa. Karen is the American who has lived here for 40-years; a hippy that came here in the 70’s and never left. There are many of them here! I am having sticker shock. Everything is at least double the price we paid in Rishikesh.
Karen got me all lined up with a scooter and oriented me around town. She left the day after my arrival and will be gone for almost 2-weeks. She is a volunteer yoga teacher at an ashram 12-hours away from Goa. I’m house and cat sitting for her. I was really nervous when she took me to a busy town called Mapusa. I hadn’t been on a scooter since 2005 and I was shaking with nerves and apprehension. We parked our scooters while we shopped in the market for an hour or so. We came back to the lot where the scooters were. I put the key in the ignition and the steering column locked up. In a panic I got people around us to help. People thought I needed WD -40, so I shopped for that after I called the owner of the bike to come rescue me. I came back with the WD-40 and tried again. To my pleasant surprise the key now worked! The parking lot attendant came over and said, “I think you were misguided. You put the key in the wrong bike”. I had looked at the license plate and it said G-003. Well, they all say G-003! What a ditzy blond I can be. I was so embarrassed. I called the owner back and told him I got it started, but I didn’t tell him what I had done. I have finally settled down and am more comfortable on the Honda Activa. There are a ton of tourists here for the XMAS and New Year’s Holiday. The Russians have landed! They are every where. I guess it use to be a big Israeli hang-out, but they are all gone now. I think it has gotten too expensive for them.
Today I rode the scooter to the beach for the large flea market they have every Wednesday. I had a beer and bought a couple of bindis, the jewelry for the third eye area. I hate all the bargaining. They are asking a fortune for mostly junk stuff! I cooked myself a meal of fresh veggies and rice today. First time I have cooked in 4-months. I enjoy cooking! I had a chicken momo, the Tibetan Dumpling at a nearby restaurant my second night here. I think it was more of a mystery meat than chicken. It made me sick. My body must be use to being a vegetarian. I have not been sick in India until now. I have also eaten several salads. And it is probably not a good idea, even here.
I am missing the camaraderie in Rishikesh. It is hard to meet anyone here because it is so spread out. But on a positive note, I love having a house to my self. I have even been watching TV, Animal Planet and cooking shows. Karen’s kitty is so affectionate. It has made me miss Sagan and Nubio. I know they are happy as I recently wrote their new owner!
My time in this area will be almost a month. Then my visa expires for India. I’ll head for Level 2 Yoga in Ko Panagan (mispell) Thailand.
I need to start doing yoga here. But I’m having a hard time paying $10 for a 2-hour class! In Rishikesh, we paid this price for 2 each, 2-hour classes and a 2-hour lecture each day. It doesn’t feel like I am still in India. I’ve only seen a couple of cows! I did see a few on the beach today where I enjoyed a most spectacular sunset and Kingfisher Beer with a young American boy.
No plans for the rest of the week. In four months of trveling, I now have a break from all the classes I have taken. It feels good.........yet I prefer staying busy with little down time.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Trikka Agama Yoga
My 24-day yoga program is called, Trikka Agama. Agamayoga.com
It is an intense foundation to traditional yoga. Our teacher says, “It’s not gymnastics yoga like done in the west”. We learn a simple pose everyday then you go into the pose for up to 5-minutes at a time. Touching your toes sounds pretty simple, but try it for 5-minutes and see how simple it is for you. The original yoga teachings say you should be able to stay in this pose for 3-hours and 48-minutes. After much practice, you might be able to reach Samadhi.
So our program is a brief lecture in the morning about our new pose for the day, then we do about one hour and 45-minutes of yoga. In the afternoon, we meet again for 2-hours of yoga, preceding a 2-hour lecture on yoga, diet, lifestyle and health related topics. Some of the stuff they talk about is a bit bizarre for me to partake in, like “urine therapy”. They said the old Prime Minister of India drinks his own urine for health reasons.
There are approximately 25-people in the class from all over the world. Once again, I am the oldest! I think it is going to take years for me to be able to do a headstand and backbend. With all of my cervical and spinal issues, many poses are a challenge and painful. But the good news…………….every day I am feeling better and in less pain. I actually sat still for 25-minutes cross legged for meditation. I only moved twice. It was a major break through for me.
One of my classmates is a young Indian, 22-year old. He is in a class of all westerners and I was the first to talk to him. We have become friends. It is amazing to see him come out of his shell. After an intense heart chakra meditation, he really opened up and hugged over twenty people. You should have seen the smile on his face. He said he had never hugged so many people in all his life.
We rented a motorcycle on Sunday for the day, our day off, and toured a temple and some of the surrounding countryside. I love riding motorcycles. It makes me feel liberated, young and free!
I have met several other really nice people here and we have dinners and lunches together in between our yoga practice. We had a dancing meditation session………loads of fun, a sing-a-long, and a jam session. I know it sounds like I’m at a summer camp! Everyone went into a trance while at once people were chanting, playing a dijeredo, guitar, flute, drums, singing bowls and several weird instruments I had never seen. One of our classmates, a German is joining a circus and traveling throughout S American soon. He can do about anything and is a fascinating artist!
So my plans are to fly to Goa, down South, in 2-weeks for my remaining time in India. Then I will go to Thailand for Level 2 of this same yoga program. They have 24-levels and it takes 5-years to complete this university level program. We shall see how involved I get after Level 2. Last night we had an Introduction to Tantra which they teach a couple of times a year. Unfortunately I will miss this workshop, but perhaps I can learn this in Thailand at their affiliated school. I have always been interested in Tantra. I know in the west, we think it is all about sex, but there are so many aspects of Tantra. It was even discussed in my Buddhism class about the scriptures of Tantra.
It is an intense foundation to traditional yoga. Our teacher says, “It’s not gymnastics yoga like done in the west”. We learn a simple pose everyday then you go into the pose for up to 5-minutes at a time. Touching your toes sounds pretty simple, but try it for 5-minutes and see how simple it is for you. The original yoga teachings say you should be able to stay in this pose for 3-hours and 48-minutes. After much practice, you might be able to reach Samadhi.
So our program is a brief lecture in the morning about our new pose for the day, then we do about one hour and 45-minutes of yoga. In the afternoon, we meet again for 2-hours of yoga, preceding a 2-hour lecture on yoga, diet, lifestyle and health related topics. Some of the stuff they talk about is a bit bizarre for me to partake in, like “urine therapy”. They said the old Prime Minister of India drinks his own urine for health reasons.
There are approximately 25-people in the class from all over the world. Once again, I am the oldest! I think it is going to take years for me to be able to do a headstand and backbend. With all of my cervical and spinal issues, many poses are a challenge and painful. But the good news…………….every day I am feeling better and in less pain. I actually sat still for 25-minutes cross legged for meditation. I only moved twice. It was a major break through for me.
One of my classmates is a young Indian, 22-year old. He is in a class of all westerners and I was the first to talk to him. We have become friends. It is amazing to see him come out of his shell. After an intense heart chakra meditation, he really opened up and hugged over twenty people. You should have seen the smile on his face. He said he had never hugged so many people in all his life.
We rented a motorcycle on Sunday for the day, our day off, and toured a temple and some of the surrounding countryside. I love riding motorcycles. It makes me feel liberated, young and free!
I have met several other really nice people here and we have dinners and lunches together in between our yoga practice. We had a dancing meditation session………loads of fun, a sing-a-long, and a jam session. I know it sounds like I’m at a summer camp! Everyone went into a trance while at once people were chanting, playing a dijeredo, guitar, flute, drums, singing bowls and several weird instruments I had never seen. One of our classmates, a German is joining a circus and traveling throughout S American soon. He can do about anything and is a fascinating artist!
So my plans are to fly to Goa, down South, in 2-weeks for my remaining time in India. Then I will go to Thailand for Level 2 of this same yoga program. They have 24-levels and it takes 5-years to complete this university level program. We shall see how involved I get after Level 2. Last night we had an Introduction to Tantra which they teach a couple of times a year. Unfortunately I will miss this workshop, but perhaps I can learn this in Thailand at their affiliated school. I have always been interested in Tantra. I know in the west, we think it is all about sex, but there are so many aspects of Tantra. It was even discussed in my Buddhism class about the scriptures of Tantra.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Tushita Experience
The 8-day retreat on Buddhism was an awesome experience, as all of my travels through India have been. The silence part was easier than expected. We did get to meet in daily 1-hour discussion groups to talk about various aspects of Buddhism, and we could ask the teacher questions. Our teacher, an American who moved to India 40-years ago as a hippie. He never left! He learned Buddhism, became a monk, left the monkhood to get married, and now is divorced. Quite an interesting fellow! He was always kidding about sex, drugs and rock & roll. It was interesting to hear his personal stories about the Dalai Lama, before he won the Nobel Peace Prize. So even though I did not get to hear the Dalai Lama speak, I still have satisfied. This was one "to do" thing on my long bucket list!
We had 38-people in the class (a small one for Tushita)from ll over the world and ages 18-70 years old! I was impressed with the young ones who were part of a youth group on a gap year between high school and college.
I did not understand all the profoundness of Buddhism,and they talked a lot about suffering. I think mostly it's about suffering in your own mind. But I do feel connected about the "compassion" to others aspect of it. Emptiness is form, form is emptiness". It took me a few days to figure out what that was all about. Everything in life is interdependent and impermanent.
We were all given jobs around the monastery. My job was to ring the "gong" in 5-places, 3-times each around the monastery. Starting at 6 am for a wake-up call and then the other two times were for class sessions. I had fun with it, gonged with a smile, enthusiasm, and took my job seriously! I really tried to make the gong sound pretty. Several people came up to me the last day of class when we could talk and thanked me for waking them up every morning!
I left with a better impression, appreciation and understanding of the Tibetans and their plight. We got to meet a pretty famous lama and oracle. He talked to our small group during our discussion time. We also had a re-incarnated llama toddler staying with us. He would see me and say "ding, ding"! The nuns were a bit talkative around the toddler and the staff apologized as it is suppose to be silent there for everyone. Lama means teacher. Dalai means "ocean of wisdom". Our timing was also during a special Buddhist holiday so I attended one of their ceremonies in the gompa, a temple. I didn't understand a dam So I left and thought, I'll watch it from the outside looking in. Shortly after I left, everybody got a bag of goodies, with food. I wanted to go back in and grab a bag, as dinner was pretty minimal that night. But I thought it would be pretty rude to do so, so I went to bed hungry! n thing and it was too loud and intense for me with all the chanting. I'm glad I went for the experience though.
Coming back to Rishikesh, I took an all night sleeper train. A lady from Quebec came with me as she was a bit frightened to take a train alone her first time in India. I slept okay, but 1st Class was not available, so it was jammed packed and dirty and we got tons of stares.
So I am back in Rishikesh and taking another class. This is my favorite thus far! It is a one month long yoga program. More later......... I'm starving!
We had 38-people in the class (a small one for Tushita)from ll over the world and ages 18-70 years old! I was impressed with the young ones who were part of a youth group on a gap year between high school and college.
I did not understand all the profoundness of Buddhism,and they talked a lot about suffering. I think mostly it's about suffering in your own mind. But I do feel connected about the "compassion" to others aspect of it. Emptiness is form, form is emptiness". It took me a few days to figure out what that was all about. Everything in life is interdependent and impermanent.
We were all given jobs around the monastery. My job was to ring the "gong" in 5-places, 3-times each around the monastery. Starting at 6 am for a wake-up call and then the other two times were for class sessions. I had fun with it, gonged with a smile, enthusiasm, and took my job seriously! I really tried to make the gong sound pretty. Several people came up to me the last day of class when we could talk and thanked me for waking them up every morning!
I left with a better impression, appreciation and understanding of the Tibetans and their plight. We got to meet a pretty famous lama and oracle. He talked to our small group during our discussion time. We also had a re-incarnated llama toddler staying with us. He would see me and say "ding, ding"! The nuns were a bit talkative around the toddler and the staff apologized as it is suppose to be silent there for everyone. Lama means teacher. Dalai means "ocean of wisdom". Our timing was also during a special Buddhist holiday so I attended one of their ceremonies in the gompa, a temple. I didn't understand a dam So I left and thought, I'll watch it from the outside looking in. Shortly after I left, everybody got a bag of goodies, with food. I wanted to go back in and grab a bag, as dinner was pretty minimal that night. But I thought it would be pretty rude to do so, so I went to bed hungry! n thing and it was too loud and intense for me with all the chanting. I'm glad I went for the experience though.
Coming back to Rishikesh, I took an all night sleeper train. A lady from Quebec came with me as she was a bit frightened to take a train alone her first time in India. I slept okay, but 1st Class was not available, so it was jammed packed and dirty and we got tons of stares.
So I am back in Rishikesh and taking another class. This is my favorite thus far! It is a one month long yoga program. More later......... I'm starving!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Preparations: Introduction to Buddhism
Today is my last day in Mcleodganj. Tomorrow I leave for Tushita for my introduction to Buddhism, an 8-day residential course done in silence. Tushita is about a 10-minute richshaw ride up the hill and located at about 700 feet above sea level. tushita.info
I am re-reading their extensive website to make sure I have everything in order and what to expect. I won't be able to have any communication for 8-days. I am mentally preparing myself for living in a dorm room as single accommodations are hard to come by. Although, being over 50 in this case has its advantages. Being silent is a chance to shut-out the distractions of everyday life and come face to face with yourself. Buddhism is about compassion and kindness!
I have not enjoyed the town of Mcleodganj as much as I had hoped. Generally, the Tibetans are not as warm and friendly as the Indians. I think it is culture. I have rarely found any Asian that gives me the warm fuzzies!
My room here smells of mold and mildew and the streets smell like a sewer. It has been hard to meet people. I think if I where here longer I would like it more.
I was looking forward to going to yoga yesterday. When I got there, I realized it was a 2-hour class. Yikes...........I had to go to the toilet and knew I couldn't make it two hours. It was a long walk straight up the hill. I had also wanted to attend a film on the "Yogis of Tibet" which interfered with the longer yoga session. So I bolted before the class started!
I think I have missed Rishikesh/Laxman Julia as I know where all the yoga places are and where are the best toilets! Here, I am centrally located and can usually walk back to my room pretty easily. Me and my teeny bladder! At least I have not had issues with diarrhea. Knock on wood!
I'll write more when I return from silence!
I am re-reading their extensive website to make sure I have everything in order and what to expect. I won't be able to have any communication for 8-days. I am mentally preparing myself for living in a dorm room as single accommodations are hard to come by. Although, being over 50 in this case has its advantages. Being silent is a chance to shut-out the distractions of everyday life and come face to face with yourself. Buddhism is about compassion and kindness!
I have not enjoyed the town of Mcleodganj as much as I had hoped. Generally, the Tibetans are not as warm and friendly as the Indians. I think it is culture. I have rarely found any Asian that gives me the warm fuzzies!
My room here smells of mold and mildew and the streets smell like a sewer. It has been hard to meet people. I think if I where here longer I would like it more.
I was looking forward to going to yoga yesterday. When I got there, I realized it was a 2-hour class. Yikes...........I had to go to the toilet and knew I couldn't make it two hours. It was a long walk straight up the hill. I had also wanted to attend a film on the "Yogis of Tibet" which interfered with the longer yoga session. So I bolted before the class started!
I think I have missed Rishikesh/Laxman Julia as I know where all the yoga places are and where are the best toilets! Here, I am centrally located and can usually walk back to my room pretty easily. Me and my teeny bladder! At least I have not had issues with diarrhea. Knock on wood!
I'll write more when I return from silence!
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Mcleodganj visit
As I sit in this internet cafe typing in my blog, I am reminded of the land of contrasts in India. Looking out the window, I just saw about 6-cows stroll by. Across the street, is an Indian man repairing shoes. Backpackers walk by. Dogs are sleeping everywhere. They outnumber the cows by ten to one I am guessing. The poor still beg. Monks walk by in their maroon colored robes. A contrast from the sadhus in Rishikesh who wear orange. It's quieter here. I read that 16-people were killed in Haridwar, not far from Rishikesh. They were trampled to death in a religious festival. I saw a documentary in a coffee shop about all the Tibetans who trek for 6-weeks without enough provisions over the Himalayas through Nepal and India to reach freedom from persecution from the Chinese.
I hired a taxi for a half hour beautiful drive out of town to a Tibetan Cultural Center. It was peaceful! I visited the Dalai Lama Temple and have strolled past all the tourist shops. Later today and after my yoga class, I'll get a Tibetan massage. I have enjoyed a couple of Kingfisher beers too!
I took some pants to be altered to an older Tibetan. It is hard to tell how old he is, but I am guessing in his late 70's. I love his demeanor and smile. I think he is quite taken when I disrobe in his little shop area! You should see his smile.
I have not really met anyone here, which is always a struggle. But in a way, it is good, as my 8-days of silence is coming soon.
I hired a taxi for a half hour beautiful drive out of town to a Tibetan Cultural Center. It was peaceful! I visited the Dalai Lama Temple and have strolled past all the tourist shops. Later today and after my yoga class, I'll get a Tibetan massage. I have enjoyed a couple of Kingfisher beers too!
I took some pants to be altered to an older Tibetan. It is hard to tell how old he is, but I am guessing in his late 70's. I love his demeanor and smile. I think he is quite taken when I disrobe in his little shop area! You should see his smile.
I have not really met anyone here, which is always a struggle. But in a way, it is good, as my 8-days of silence is coming soon.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Hello Mcleodganj
I have finally left Rishikesh after spending most of my time there since late August. I will return in 2-weeks though. My guest house manager who has been so sweet took me and my luggage by motorcycle across the Laxsman Julia suspension bridge. It was wild! The bridges are about 4-feet wide with lots of human foot traffic. Cows camp out on the bridge and it is impossible to get by. They should really not allow motorbikes. My luggage kept knocking people over due to narrowness of the path. There was a troop of monkeys on each side of the bridge at about eye level traveling in the opposite direction as us so I had a clear view of their eyes. Many were moms with their babies on their backs. The babies hang onto the mother's belly.
I took a 10-hour train ride in the night, then a 3-hour private taxi ride to Mcleodganj. It is not a good idea to arrive anywhere without a reservation at 5:30 in the morning! The train ride was good, thanks to Tylenol PM! The only place open was a dive with a not so friendly guest house host. I crashed for a few hours and just woke up and had a delicious breakfast next door. I'll explore the town shortly. So far I don't see any cows,(probably won't see many, not sure what the Hindu population is here). But I see lots of dogs, mostly Tibetans and some tourists.
My last few days in Rishikesh were nice. I was a bad girl and drank vodka tonics on my deck with an American neighbor I have seen several times for dinner. I pulled out the laptop and we listened to "The Police", while drinking and viewing the holy Ganga River!
A highlight was a crowded yoga class. During the relaxing portion of the class, at then end where you lie in Shivastana, corpse pose, the instructor starts playing the Sitar. It was priceless!!!!!!!!!!!
One of my classmates from Italy, was also taking additional classes in Indian Relaxing Massage. She wanted to practice on me. My first time to get massaged outdoors and on concrete! I had brought my laptop, but you couldn't hear any of the music because of the loudness of the taxi stand across the street! But I enjoy just about any massage and for free is even better. She did a good job for her first ever massage!
My last night in town I went to the Ganga Aarti Ceremony (religious Hindi ceremony held nightly on the river) with the American lady who takes care of the animals. There was free entertainment after the ceremony by a Colombian Sikh who was here for the expensive Kundalini Festival. He was playing his guitar and singing about 4-people away from us. All the sudden my friend yells, "Toni give me some biscuits". I looked down, and some how a dog she had tried to find earlier to give medicine to sneaks past security and finds her sitting in the crowd. Security guards come over and pull out a stick to beat the dog. She gets in the middle of them so they can't. She starts yelling at them and we get the dog to follow us out with the biscuits as a ploy. I thought we were going to have an international incident over it! But thankfully the dog will be okay. His ear was almost bitten off my another dog in a fight and she is giving him antibiotics. I saw him in the road asleep earlier and he looked pretty pitiful.
I took a 10-hour train ride in the night, then a 3-hour private taxi ride to Mcleodganj. It is not a good idea to arrive anywhere without a reservation at 5:30 in the morning! The train ride was good, thanks to Tylenol PM! The only place open was a dive with a not so friendly guest house host. I crashed for a few hours and just woke up and had a delicious breakfast next door. I'll explore the town shortly. So far I don't see any cows,(probably won't see many, not sure what the Hindu population is here). But I see lots of dogs, mostly Tibetans and some tourists.
My last few days in Rishikesh were nice. I was a bad girl and drank vodka tonics on my deck with an American neighbor I have seen several times for dinner. I pulled out the laptop and we listened to "The Police", while drinking and viewing the holy Ganga River!
A highlight was a crowded yoga class. During the relaxing portion of the class, at then end where you lie in Shivastana, corpse pose, the instructor starts playing the Sitar. It was priceless!!!!!!!!!!!
One of my classmates from Italy, was also taking additional classes in Indian Relaxing Massage. She wanted to practice on me. My first time to get massaged outdoors and on concrete! I had brought my laptop, but you couldn't hear any of the music because of the loudness of the taxi stand across the street! But I enjoy just about any massage and for free is even better. She did a good job for her first ever massage!
My last night in town I went to the Ganga Aarti Ceremony (religious Hindi ceremony held nightly on the river) with the American lady who takes care of the animals. There was free entertainment after the ceremony by a Colombian Sikh who was here for the expensive Kundalini Festival. He was playing his guitar and singing about 4-people away from us. All the sudden my friend yells, "Toni give me some biscuits". I looked down, and some how a dog she had tried to find earlier to give medicine to sneaks past security and finds her sitting in the crowd. Security guards come over and pull out a stick to beat the dog. She gets in the middle of them so they can't. She starts yelling at them and we get the dog to follow us out with the biscuits as a ploy. I thought we were going to have an international incident over it! But thankfully the dog will be okay. His ear was almost bitten off my another dog in a fight and she is giving him antibiotics. I saw him in the road asleep earlier and he looked pretty pitiful.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Rishikesh and Ayurveda studies
I'm still in Rishikesh and find myself getting more settled in and not so anxious to travel. The last 6-days I have been taking some Ayurveda courses. Ayurveda lifestyle and nutrition and marma point massage. Marma points are similar to acupressure. They are the opening to the mind, body and soul on a spiritual level. On a physical level, the 117 points are located where arteries, veins, joints and tendons meet in the body. So they can relieve physical and emotional pain. It is a lot of information in a 6-day course and the instructor is American who trained with the famous Indian Ayurveda doctor, Dr Ladd, of Albuquerque.
The area is booming with activity now as there is a free 4th Annual Yoga Festival which coincides with the Kundalini Yoga fest, Nov 5th-11th. The kundalini one is pretty pricey. They are charging attendees $1111 USD for one week and marketing it as the dawning of Aquarius! November 11th is suppose to be a special day. I think I'd be pretty upset when I got here to realize that same thing is free for the yoga, and you can eat and stay at an ashram for about $10-$15 per day! So it is a bit overpriced to say the least.
I have taken up a new project similar to what I did in Antigua. I have found an American lady who is taking care of all the street dogs. She is not a veterinarian, but ran an animal shelter in Chicago. I was wondering why most of the dogs are in reasonably good shape. She also helps cows. There was one cow recently whose tail got run over by a motorcycle and she re-attached it. I noticed the cow with the bandage on before I met her and wondered who did it. This is all rudimentary medicine as she has no clinic and does what she can on the streets. She does take some to her small apartment who can't be released on the streets. There are few animal clinics here and they are in desperate need of sterilization. Many of the male dogs get into fights during mating season. I heard there will be 50-males on one poor female dog to mate!
I bought a big bag of dog food and I told her I will care for all the dogs from Laxman Julia to Rohm Julia along the Ganges. (julia means bridge in Hindi). So it is a long stretch between the two bridges on one side of the river. I'm guessing about 2.5 kilometers. I look like Doctor Doolittle with a trail of dogs following behind me when they smell the food I am carrying or after I have fed them. One day I ordered 10-chappatys (wheat tortillas) to feed the cows. I had about eight cows surrounding me to get fed. Since the cows are sacred, they are somewhat fed; except they eat cardboard, and plastic or anything elese they can scrounge. And there is still some pretty skinny and sickly looking ones around. I thought they were all wild cows, but someone owns each and every cow in India! There are some beautiful cows that look like they have on eye make-up.
I'll do this for a few more days until I take off for Dharmsala. I feel if I don't go to this area, I will regret in the future. I am so close, yet so far away. It's a 10-hour train ride, then a 2-hour wait at the station in the middle of the night, then another 3-hour bus ride, and finally a tuk-tuk. Dharmsala/Mcleod Ganj is home to the Dali Llama and the seat to the Tibetan government in exile. I have signed up for a 8-day course "Introduction to Buddhism". I will be staying in silence, and in minimalistic accommodations at Tushita, a monastery. I feel it will be a good experience for me. I'm told it will be very cold there, at 6800 feet and there is no heat in the monastery. My flexible plans are to return to Rishikesh afterwards and take a month long course on agama yoga, then a 5-day workshop afterwards. There are many styles of yoga. (Google Agama) Some are just too intense for me. I felt a good opening of my chakras while attending a one day class here last week. I am taking level I. There are something like 24-levels!!!!!
Well I am off to my last day of Ayurveda class!
The area is booming with activity now as there is a free 4th Annual Yoga Festival which coincides with the Kundalini Yoga fest, Nov 5th-11th. The kundalini one is pretty pricey. They are charging attendees $1111 USD for one week and marketing it as the dawning of Aquarius! November 11th is suppose to be a special day. I think I'd be pretty upset when I got here to realize that same thing is free for the yoga, and you can eat and stay at an ashram for about $10-$15 per day! So it is a bit overpriced to say the least.
I have taken up a new project similar to what I did in Antigua. I have found an American lady who is taking care of all the street dogs. She is not a veterinarian, but ran an animal shelter in Chicago. I was wondering why most of the dogs are in reasonably good shape. She also helps cows. There was one cow recently whose tail got run over by a motorcycle and she re-attached it. I noticed the cow with the bandage on before I met her and wondered who did it. This is all rudimentary medicine as she has no clinic and does what she can on the streets. She does take some to her small apartment who can't be released on the streets. There are few animal clinics here and they are in desperate need of sterilization. Many of the male dogs get into fights during mating season. I heard there will be 50-males on one poor female dog to mate!
I bought a big bag of dog food and I told her I will care for all the dogs from Laxman Julia to Rohm Julia along the Ganges. (julia means bridge in Hindi). So it is a long stretch between the two bridges on one side of the river. I'm guessing about 2.5 kilometers. I look like Doctor Doolittle with a trail of dogs following behind me when they smell the food I am carrying or after I have fed them. One day I ordered 10-chappatys (wheat tortillas) to feed the cows. I had about eight cows surrounding me to get fed. Since the cows are sacred, they are somewhat fed; except they eat cardboard, and plastic or anything elese they can scrounge. And there is still some pretty skinny and sickly looking ones around. I thought they were all wild cows, but someone owns each and every cow in India! There are some beautiful cows that look like they have on eye make-up.
I'll do this for a few more days until I take off for Dharmsala. I feel if I don't go to this area, I will regret in the future. I am so close, yet so far away. It's a 10-hour train ride, then a 2-hour wait at the station in the middle of the night, then another 3-hour bus ride, and finally a tuk-tuk. Dharmsala/Mcleod Ganj is home to the Dali Llama and the seat to the Tibetan government in exile. I have signed up for a 8-day course "Introduction to Buddhism". I will be staying in silence, and in minimalistic accommodations at Tushita, a monastery. I feel it will be a good experience for me. I'm told it will be very cold there, at 6800 feet and there is no heat in the monastery. My flexible plans are to return to Rishikesh afterwards and take a month long course on agama yoga, then a 5-day workshop afterwards. There are many styles of yoga. (Google Agama) Some are just too intense for me. I felt a good opening of my chakras while attending a one day class here last week. I am taking level I. There are something like 24-levels!!!!!
Well I am off to my last day of Ayurveda class!
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Rishikesh and a Tiger Reserve nearby
I've been back in Rishikesh area for a while now. I'm in Laxsman Julia, a big tourist area. Lots of backpackers and world travelers as it is cheap here. To watch my budget I've been staying at a $10 per night place. Food averages about $2.50 per meal. Reminds me of the 70's. You can smoke hash in the restaurants. The wait staff does and it takes forever to get your food as everyone is stoned! Many restaurants have seats/cushions on the floor. I have not indulged in smoking.
The egg police came in and a couple of restaurants got fined and had to take eggs off their menus. River rafting was my highlight although I got the cold Ganga water in my ears and had a slight ear and sinus infection. The yoga classes are hard. Many students are training to become yoga teachers. I am the oldest in every class by far. I enjoyed a concert of classical Indian Music with drums and the sitar.
My new gentleman friend took me to Corbett National park, a famous Tiger Reserve. I had a private car drive me as he was coming from Delhi. Some how we managed to meet under a sign after both of us traveled for 6-hours. Thank goodness for cell phones.
We had deluxe accommodations at a lodge outside of the park. Our lodge must have been about 1000 square feet. We went through about 5-bottled of good wine and lots of vodka and Bourbon! Whew! I had a blast. He reminds me a lot of my friend Dave from Denver. Both of them have excellent tastes!
Tiger foot prints were everywhere, but we did not get to see one up close and personal. The scenery reminded me of Africa. We got along well and I hope to see more of him as he can sneak away from his home in Delhi.
My new room back in Rishikesh is right on the Ganges River, four stories up. It's is a small, clean and quiet room. Am I adapatable or what??? I have champagne tastes on a beer budget.
I start a class on Ayurveda Marma points in a couple of days. They are the acupressure points of Ayurveda.
The egg police came in and a couple of restaurants got fined and had to take eggs off their menus. River rafting was my highlight although I got the cold Ganga water in my ears and had a slight ear and sinus infection. The yoga classes are hard. Many students are training to become yoga teachers. I am the oldest in every class by far. I enjoyed a concert of classical Indian Music with drums and the sitar.
My new gentleman friend took me to Corbett National park, a famous Tiger Reserve. I had a private car drive me as he was coming from Delhi. Some how we managed to meet under a sign after both of us traveled for 6-hours. Thank goodness for cell phones.
We had deluxe accommodations at a lodge outside of the park. Our lodge must have been about 1000 square feet. We went through about 5-bottled of good wine and lots of vodka and Bourbon! Whew! I had a blast. He reminds me a lot of my friend Dave from Denver. Both of them have excellent tastes!
Tiger foot prints were everywhere, but we did not get to see one up close and personal. The scenery reminded me of Africa. We got along well and I hope to see more of him as he can sneak away from his home in Delhi.
My new room back in Rishikesh is right on the Ganges River, four stories up. It's is a small, clean and quiet room. Am I adapatable or what??? I have champagne tastes on a beer budget.
I start a class on Ayurveda Marma points in a couple of days. They are the acupressure points of Ayurveda.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Bigtime Splurge
I splurged the last few days and have stayed at one of the top spa destination resorts in the world. I had always wanted to stay at Ananda of the Himalayas. I have totally blown my budget for the month and will now live like a pauper the next 10-days. I had a couple of nice spa treatment including a Tibetan Ku Nye Massage, using warmed tiny salt bolstices. An Ayurveda Heart Chakra opener using hot oil poured into a wheat gram reservoir on the chest. I should feel loved now! Hehe I also enjoyed a Kudalini Back Massage complete with a full body scrub using essential oils of black pepper, ginger and cardamom. The kundalini is an esoteric form of energy located at the base of the spine. One she is awakened…………..look out!
I had a lovely room overlooking the town of Rishikesh and the Ganges River! I enjoyed two long baths in an oversized tub. This is only my second bath in India. Usually I use a 5-gallon bucket and a dipper cup to get cleaned.
What I liked he best is everyone is given white pajamas, a long cotton kurta top and matching pants. So there is no pretension, everyone looks the same. Nice to wear your PJ’s to dinner! I’ve gotten a little sick due to the rich food, a bit of alcohol and strong coffee. I had an egg sandwich three mornings in a row. I miss my eggs but am still remaining vegetarian other than eggs and cheese.
An American lady I met at my 21-day class came up and spent the day with me before she was off by train to Delhi then a flight to Goa. I’ll see here there in a few weeks. She has lived in India for 40-years.
Checking out later today and staying at a very cheap guest house. What a difference a day makes!
I had a lovely room overlooking the town of Rishikesh and the Ganges River! I enjoyed two long baths in an oversized tub. This is only my second bath in India. Usually I use a 5-gallon bucket and a dipper cup to get cleaned.
What I liked he best is everyone is given white pajamas, a long cotton kurta top and matching pants. So there is no pretension, everyone looks the same. Nice to wear your PJ’s to dinner! I’ve gotten a little sick due to the rich food, a bit of alcohol and strong coffee. I had an egg sandwich three mornings in a row. I miss my eggs but am still remaining vegetarian other than eggs and cheese.
An American lady I met at my 21-day class came up and spent the day with me before she was off by train to Delhi then a flight to Goa. I’ll see here there in a few weeks. She has lived in India for 40-years.
Checking out later today and staying at a very cheap guest house. What a difference a day makes!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Life after the ashram
My Pancha Karma finale treatment was extra special and very erotic! My oh my……………therapy is wonderful! It was called Navarakizhi.
NAVARAKIZHI
Navarakizhi is a special massage, which rejuvenates the body. A highly effective rejuvenation technique using a special type of rice that is cooked tied into boluses and dipped into an herbal decoction and warm milk. Medicated oil is first applied liberally over the patient's body. Then the body is massaged with small linen bags filled with cooked Navara rice. The rice is cooked by boiling it in cow's milk along with suitable herbs. The linen bags filled with rice are dipped in the same mixture kept boiling and applied by massage therapist at a comfortable temperature over the whole body. Body perspires & releases toxins through this treatment.
This treatment improves complexion of the skin and restores vigor. This therapy endows several benefits to a healthy individual as well as to the person suffering from musculoskeletal disorders, degenerative conditions and neurological problems etc. The boluses made up of Rice, herbal powder and herbal leaves used in the treatment are called Njavarakizhi, Choorna Kizhi and elakizhi respectively.
I had 4-lady therapist working on me at once. Yes that is 16-hnads! You will never see this in the USA because of labor costs. It is hard to describe the sensations, but here goes. You are naked, except a little diaper g-string and spread eagle on a droni, a wooden Ayurveda massage table.
They used several gallons of hot cow’s milk mixed with herbs and mushy cooked rice. So it felt like a hot mud concoction. They are also using bolstices, linen bags filled with the rice mixture to massage and exfoliate you. This must have lasted for good 45-minutes. I would consider this my favorite Ayurveda treatment I have ever received. If it were in a luxury spa environment it would be an off the chart experience!
Today I traveled by private car to Mussorie, a big tourist spot the British set-up as a summer retreat. It was a mild case of culture shock after being in a quiet and protected compound for 5-weeks. I stopped in a large capital city of this state called Dehradun to get my hair done. I was shocked. I was the most expensive hair cut and treatment I have ever received at a $150 USD!!!!! I was shocked. India can be very expensive if you do not live like the locals. It was obvious to be an owner operator salon. He was the only stylist but probably had 15-people working for him. All he did was cut hair. My cut lasted about 2-minutes. My hair was washed, colored, and I was attended to by several others. There was even a worker to dust off the hair around your neck and one to hold the bowl with color in it. Only in India! I then had lunch at a nice place. It was the first time I have had the opportunity to have meat in 6-weeks. I ordered Chicken Tikka which is similar to Chicken tandori; only chicken breast chunks are used. I couldn’t eat it! I had to send it back first because it wasn’t done. Then I just couldn’t eat it the second time. Maybe I will become a vegetarian after all.
I am going to tour around for a couple of weeks, including meeting a friend at a wildlife refuge. I’ll tell you more about this soon. I am so excited, especially about my new friend. During part of my Joyful Living Program the teacher opened my heart chakra, so now I feel more open to giving and receiving love. I need love in my life and maybe this why I have experienced so much pain. I have also missed having my hands on bodies. It was my way of giving love.
I am at beautiful retreat that is like being in an English cottage. I’ll do some exploring in the morning. I am locaed at about 6800 feet and it is chilly tonight. It feels like teh foothills of Denver. I haven't been this chilled since early March in Antigua Guatemala. I went for a walk this evening and the monkeys scared me away. There were about a dozen or so of them on each side of the road and in the middle of the road. When there are mothers with babies I get intimidated, so I didn’t walk far. This is the first time in 5-weeks I have not done yoga or stretching in the evening. I am enjoying vodka tonic before dinner………..also first drink I have had in 5-weeks!!!!!
NAVARAKIZHI
Navarakizhi is a special massage, which rejuvenates the body. A highly effective rejuvenation technique using a special type of rice that is cooked tied into boluses and dipped into an herbal decoction and warm milk. Medicated oil is first applied liberally over the patient's body. Then the body is massaged with small linen bags filled with cooked Navara rice. The rice is cooked by boiling it in cow's milk along with suitable herbs. The linen bags filled with rice are dipped in the same mixture kept boiling and applied by massage therapist at a comfortable temperature over the whole body. Body perspires & releases toxins through this treatment.
This treatment improves complexion of the skin and restores vigor. This therapy endows several benefits to a healthy individual as well as to the person suffering from musculoskeletal disorders, degenerative conditions and neurological problems etc. The boluses made up of Rice, herbal powder and herbal leaves used in the treatment are called Njavarakizhi, Choorna Kizhi and elakizhi respectively.
I had 4-lady therapist working on me at once. Yes that is 16-hnads! You will never see this in the USA because of labor costs. It is hard to describe the sensations, but here goes. You are naked, except a little diaper g-string and spread eagle on a droni, a wooden Ayurveda massage table.
They used several gallons of hot cow’s milk mixed with herbs and mushy cooked rice. So it felt like a hot mud concoction. They are also using bolstices, linen bags filled with the rice mixture to massage and exfoliate you. This must have lasted for good 45-minutes. I would consider this my favorite Ayurveda treatment I have ever received. If it were in a luxury spa environment it would be an off the chart experience!
Today I traveled by private car to Mussorie, a big tourist spot the British set-up as a summer retreat. It was a mild case of culture shock after being in a quiet and protected compound for 5-weeks. I stopped in a large capital city of this state called Dehradun to get my hair done. I was shocked. I was the most expensive hair cut and treatment I have ever received at a $150 USD!!!!! I was shocked. India can be very expensive if you do not live like the locals. It was obvious to be an owner operator salon. He was the only stylist but probably had 15-people working for him. All he did was cut hair. My cut lasted about 2-minutes. My hair was washed, colored, and I was attended to by several others. There was even a worker to dust off the hair around your neck and one to hold the bowl with color in it. Only in India! I then had lunch at a nice place. It was the first time I have had the opportunity to have meat in 6-weeks. I ordered Chicken Tikka which is similar to Chicken tandori; only chicken breast chunks are used. I couldn’t eat it! I had to send it back first because it wasn’t done. Then I just couldn’t eat it the second time. Maybe I will become a vegetarian after all.
I am going to tour around for a couple of weeks, including meeting a friend at a wildlife refuge. I’ll tell you more about this soon. I am so excited, especially about my new friend. During part of my Joyful Living Program the teacher opened my heart chakra, so now I feel more open to giving and receiving love. I need love in my life and maybe this why I have experienced so much pain. I have also missed having my hands on bodies. It was my way of giving love.
I am at beautiful retreat that is like being in an English cottage. I’ll do some exploring in the morning. I am locaed at about 6800 feet and it is chilly tonight. It feels like teh foothills of Denver. I haven't been this chilled since early March in Antigua Guatemala. I went for a walk this evening and the monkeys scared me away. There were about a dozen or so of them on each side of the road and in the middle of the road. When there are mothers with babies I get intimidated, so I didn’t walk far. This is the first time in 5-weeks I have not done yoga or stretching in the evening. I am enjoying vodka tonic before dinner………..also first drink I have had in 5-weeks!!!!!
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Life at the ashram and beyond
I have now been In India for 6-weeks. And it has been a life changing visit thus far! I have been rather cooped up (for over a month) and am ready to do some touring of the northern regions of the country. I’ve got to get my hair colored and there is only one town nearby to do so, Dehradun, the capital of Uttarakhand.
My stay in Rishikesh was for 10-days at a really nice hotel close to the tourist sights and the Ganges River. I received daily spa treatments and the staff treated me like a queen. Rishikesh is known as the yoga capital of the world.
After the spa hotel, I checked into Swami Rama’s Ashram for a 21-day Science of Joyful Living Program. It was very basic living. I had my own room, but shared a bath. We hate in a dining hall and had to be silent at meal time, and then wash our own dishes. There were lots of bugs and critters around. I got trapped in my room for 2-hours because there were 20-monkeys outside my door, and many were mothers with their babies. They demolished a fruit tree and tumbled over the garbage. There was a cobra spotted in the cupboards of the area we washed our dishes. Thank gawd I didn’t see it! And I was rather intimidated by a spider that was the size of a coffee cup saucer who camped out in my bathroom. Kind of scary sitting on the toilet while looking over your shoulder at the spider. It was part of our program, over coming your FEARS. (False expectations appearing real). Otherwise I would have had him removed! Thank goodness the spider didn’t appear until my 3-days at the ashram. One day I saw the security guard with a stick, and I immediately thought the stick was to kill off all the cobras. But then, I saw him use the stick to get fruit off the trees!
Swami Rama was a famous Himalayan yogi who bridged the East and the West and introduced yoga to America. He was tested in Oklahoma in 1970 for being able to control his autonomic nervous system. He made one side of his body 11-degrees higher in temperature than the other. He made his heart stop beating and could control his heart rate. Swami made knitting needles move from across the room. He was recorded as being asleep, yet new everything going on in the room. There is still a huge campus in Honesdale, PA, promoting yoga, meditation and spirituality. On a sad noe, if you Google Swami Rama you'll find lots of info on the good things he did for humanity, but you will also find some not so ood newsd. He was charged with sexual misconduct even though he vowed for celibacy. It was more than just one incident. It sounds like a big over up with his faculty. I am a firm believer that no one can live sanely and be celebate. Enough said.
I felt like I was at a boot camp for joyful living. We were getting up at 3:30 am and our teacher kept us busy until after 9 pm every night. We learned about the body and the mind and how your emotions can cause illness and disease in the body. I experienced some unusual things that people who practice yoga and meditation for many years have never been able to experience. During one of my episodes, my classmates thought I was dead. I was so relaxed! My body didn’t move, and appeared to be dead or asleep, yet I was conscious and aware of everything going on in the room. (like Swami Rama did above) For 3-day afterwards I felt like a newborn baby. I had the total conscious awareness going and had reached a state of “Samadhi”, or enlightenment. Nothing in my body hurt, (very rare for me to not experience pain somewhere in my body) I felt like I was walking on air. Everything seemed new. Washing dishes and brushing my teeth seemed new and such a joy. Eating………….even the ashram food was such a pleasure.
On the other hand, toward the end of the program, m my sympathetic nervous system was out of whack. It was too high and put me in a fight or flight zone. My heart was racing, erratic and skipping beats, my breathing wasn’t right. And I was hot and sweaty all the time and felt agitated and anxious. I think I was too aware of my breathing, or my thyroid got out of whack. Our teacher was always watching us and would say, Your CHEST BREATHING. We’re suppose to breath through our diaphragm. I still don’t know what happened to me, but I liked the stages of Samadhi much better. I have since had a few other odd, but good things happen to me. I hate to put things in writing because I’m afraid it won’t happen again!
My classmates were fun and it was a multinational group. A mathematician from Russia, and Osteopath from Germany, an American who has lived in India for 40-years, an India couple from Mumbai. She was an educated nuclear scientist, who never worked, and he owns a huge worldwide manufacturing company………. and then there was me! The teacher only takes a maximum of 7-students at a time.
I had planned to take a 10-day break then return for another 21-days course. The teacher said it was too intense to do back-to-back programs and suggested I wait for 6-months to do another one. He is a doctor from Malaysia and was personally trained by Swami Ram for many years before he left his body in 1996. He is also on the board of directors for their hospital campus, affiliated with the ashram. So having no other plans, I am now going through Pancha Karma (cleansing and seasonal detox) at the Ayurveda Center. Who in their right mind pays to get four enemas? Your suppose to feel great afterwards. I received Pancha Karma in 2007 in Kerala, Southern India. Afterwards I craved sweets and was cold all the time. Usually I love spicy food and am hot blooded. I met an interesting sophisticated, sexy Indian gentleman here for Pancha Karma who comes here twice a year. He says because he loves his wine, alcohol and rich food that he is able to eat this way even though he is a diabetic.
The campus I am staying in is a massive 100-acre complex with a medical and nursing college, hospital and lodging for students and the 1500 doctors and their families. It is all funded by the Swami Rama Trust. I’m sure with all the medical testing the US did on him that they must have or are still contributing to the trust. I’m impressed, in the hospital there is the Ayurveda, osteopathy, homeopathy, mind and body medicine as well as all allopathic medical needs. I never want to go the doctor again in the USA. I saw a neurologist for my numbness in my little finger that has been acute for over 2-years and got an x-ray of my upper spine. I had a full blood panel done for cholesterol, triglycerides, and thyroid. And I saw a doctor of General Medicine, and received medications for my thyroid and vitamins for nerves. All of this for $32!
There are beautiful gardens here and lovely places to walk. I’ll be out in the real, hustle and bustle of India soon. Yikes, about 100-yards from where I am staying they found an 11-foot King Cobra snake. Now I really watch each step when I am walking!
I have a couple of days left for Pancha Karma then I am not certain what is next. I am trying to live in the NOW! Once again, more of my training. We were taught to live in the NOW, not the past or the future. The doctor wanted me to help set-up a massage center for the overworked doctors, but I don’t see it running up to my standards and getting the cooperation I would need from the local staff. I am however; want to do some volunteer wok for the campus. They have another area up in the mountains which might suit me better. I may stop in there on my way back from touring the area.
On my “to see”: list is Dharmsala where the Dali Lama lives in exile, Amritsar the home to the Sikhs, a religious population. Unlike the Hindu, the Sikhs believe in only one god. I also want to sleep in a luxury tent near the Himalayas, stay in a palace, river raft the Ganges, take a luxury train for at least one night, and see a wildlife park.
I still haven’t had an epiphany! All of my life I have struggled with do I want to be a servant to mankind or live in the lap of luxury. I may see a therapist for a Past Life Regression Session. I understand this can help a person with many things. Sometimes our past lives can create barriers for our current life. Anyway, it is something I may consider as I feel a bit stuck on where I want my life to go. Maybe I should just keep practicing living in the NOW and not worry!
My stay in Rishikesh was for 10-days at a really nice hotel close to the tourist sights and the Ganges River. I received daily spa treatments and the staff treated me like a queen. Rishikesh is known as the yoga capital of the world.
After the spa hotel, I checked into Swami Rama’s Ashram for a 21-day Science of Joyful Living Program. It was very basic living. I had my own room, but shared a bath. We hate in a dining hall and had to be silent at meal time, and then wash our own dishes. There were lots of bugs and critters around. I got trapped in my room for 2-hours because there were 20-monkeys outside my door, and many were mothers with their babies. They demolished a fruit tree and tumbled over the garbage. There was a cobra spotted in the cupboards of the area we washed our dishes. Thank gawd I didn’t see it! And I was rather intimidated by a spider that was the size of a coffee cup saucer who camped out in my bathroom. Kind of scary sitting on the toilet while looking over your shoulder at the spider. It was part of our program, over coming your FEARS. (False expectations appearing real). Otherwise I would have had him removed! Thank goodness the spider didn’t appear until my 3-days at the ashram. One day I saw the security guard with a stick, and I immediately thought the stick was to kill off all the cobras. But then, I saw him use the stick to get fruit off the trees!
Swami Rama was a famous Himalayan yogi who bridged the East and the West and introduced yoga to America. He was tested in Oklahoma in 1970 for being able to control his autonomic nervous system. He made one side of his body 11-degrees higher in temperature than the other. He made his heart stop beating and could control his heart rate. Swami made knitting needles move from across the room. He was recorded as being asleep, yet new everything going on in the room. There is still a huge campus in Honesdale, PA, promoting yoga, meditation and spirituality. On a sad noe, if you Google Swami Rama you'll find lots of info on the good things he did for humanity, but you will also find some not so ood newsd. He was charged with sexual misconduct even though he vowed for celibacy. It was more than just one incident. It sounds like a big over up with his faculty. I am a firm believer that no one can live sanely and be celebate. Enough said.
I felt like I was at a boot camp for joyful living. We were getting up at 3:30 am and our teacher kept us busy until after 9 pm every night. We learned about the body and the mind and how your emotions can cause illness and disease in the body. I experienced some unusual things that people who practice yoga and meditation for many years have never been able to experience. During one of my episodes, my classmates thought I was dead. I was so relaxed! My body didn’t move, and appeared to be dead or asleep, yet I was conscious and aware of everything going on in the room. (like Swami Rama did above) For 3-day afterwards I felt like a newborn baby. I had the total conscious awareness going and had reached a state of “Samadhi”, or enlightenment. Nothing in my body hurt, (very rare for me to not experience pain somewhere in my body) I felt like I was walking on air. Everything seemed new. Washing dishes and brushing my teeth seemed new and such a joy. Eating………….even the ashram food was such a pleasure.
On the other hand, toward the end of the program, m my sympathetic nervous system was out of whack. It was too high and put me in a fight or flight zone. My heart was racing, erratic and skipping beats, my breathing wasn’t right. And I was hot and sweaty all the time and felt agitated and anxious. I think I was too aware of my breathing, or my thyroid got out of whack. Our teacher was always watching us and would say, Your CHEST BREATHING. We’re suppose to breath through our diaphragm. I still don’t know what happened to me, but I liked the stages of Samadhi much better. I have since had a few other odd, but good things happen to me. I hate to put things in writing because I’m afraid it won’t happen again!
My classmates were fun and it was a multinational group. A mathematician from Russia, and Osteopath from Germany, an American who has lived in India for 40-years, an India couple from Mumbai. She was an educated nuclear scientist, who never worked, and he owns a huge worldwide manufacturing company………. and then there was me! The teacher only takes a maximum of 7-students at a time.
I had planned to take a 10-day break then return for another 21-days course. The teacher said it was too intense to do back-to-back programs and suggested I wait for 6-months to do another one. He is a doctor from Malaysia and was personally trained by Swami Ram for many years before he left his body in 1996. He is also on the board of directors for their hospital campus, affiliated with the ashram. So having no other plans, I am now going through Pancha Karma (cleansing and seasonal detox) at the Ayurveda Center. Who in their right mind pays to get four enemas? Your suppose to feel great afterwards. I received Pancha Karma in 2007 in Kerala, Southern India. Afterwards I craved sweets and was cold all the time. Usually I love spicy food and am hot blooded. I met an interesting sophisticated, sexy Indian gentleman here for Pancha Karma who comes here twice a year. He says because he loves his wine, alcohol and rich food that he is able to eat this way even though he is a diabetic.
The campus I am staying in is a massive 100-acre complex with a medical and nursing college, hospital and lodging for students and the 1500 doctors and their families. It is all funded by the Swami Rama Trust. I’m sure with all the medical testing the US did on him that they must have or are still contributing to the trust. I’m impressed, in the hospital there is the Ayurveda, osteopathy, homeopathy, mind and body medicine as well as all allopathic medical needs. I never want to go the doctor again in the USA. I saw a neurologist for my numbness in my little finger that has been acute for over 2-years and got an x-ray of my upper spine. I had a full blood panel done for cholesterol, triglycerides, and thyroid. And I saw a doctor of General Medicine, and received medications for my thyroid and vitamins for nerves. All of this for $32!
There are beautiful gardens here and lovely places to walk. I’ll be out in the real, hustle and bustle of India soon. Yikes, about 100-yards from where I am staying they found an 11-foot King Cobra snake. Now I really watch each step when I am walking!
I have a couple of days left for Pancha Karma then I am not certain what is next. I am trying to live in the NOW! Once again, more of my training. We were taught to live in the NOW, not the past or the future. The doctor wanted me to help set-up a massage center for the overworked doctors, but I don’t see it running up to my standards and getting the cooperation I would need from the local staff. I am however; want to do some volunteer wok for the campus. They have another area up in the mountains which might suit me better. I may stop in there on my way back from touring the area.
On my “to see”: list is Dharmsala where the Dali Lama lives in exile, Amritsar the home to the Sikhs, a religious population. Unlike the Hindu, the Sikhs believe in only one god. I also want to sleep in a luxury tent near the Himalayas, stay in a palace, river raft the Ganges, take a luxury train for at least one night, and see a wildlife park.
I still haven’t had an epiphany! All of my life I have struggled with do I want to be a servant to mankind or live in the lap of luxury. I may see a therapist for a Past Life Regression Session. I understand this can help a person with many things. Sometimes our past lives can create barriers for our current life. Anyway, it is something I may consider as I feel a bit stuck on where I want my life to go. Maybe I should just keep practicing living in the NOW and not worry!
Monday, August 29, 2011
Rishikesh, famous for the Beatles
I spent five exciting days in Delhi. Well on the most part it was exciting. I did take a few days to recover from the jetlag. My friend Mash, an Indian I have known since 2005 met me in Delhi. We had met each other in Nepal on my around the world trip. I saw him again in 2007 in Kerala and we have stayed in contact via Skype frequently. We had initially planned to take a train to Rishikesh, but took had his private car instead. It was a colorful 7-hours to get here. I was amazed with the number of high rise apartment buildings under construction outside of Delhi. I noticed hundreds of projects. It reminded me of Dubai back in 2008.
Rishikesh is considered the Gateway to the Himalayas and the yoga capital of the world. You can’t even get an egg here. So gone are the days of bacon and eggs for breakfast. I am becoming a vegetarian quickly. I stayed at one hotel, which was not up to my standards. I could have lived with the room, but the Ayurveda Spa treatments were not good and in a clean enough environment for my tastes. So I moved to the lovely Great Ganga Hotel. It’s a moderate hotel, but the service and attitude of the guest is superb. I had arranged to get 7-days of spa treatments. Another last hoorah before I enter the ashram. I’ve been here and have gone through all the treatments. A combination of Ayurveda and Western spa stuff. On the most part, it was very nice and the price was extremely reasonable. She only burned me with hot oil twice! Hehe. I loved being pampered and feeling like a princess. The Turkish Hammam was great and just about every inch of me got cleaned, scrubbed and massaged. I’m treated like a VIP here. Not sure if it is because my friend Mash, who is in the travel biz, or because I am here so long and am getting so many spa treatments. The staff calls me the Spa Doctor!
The hotel asked if I could write them feedback on my treatments and experience. So….. in my anal ways I give them a full 5-page typed report. I would like to get in the International Spa Consulting business someday, so maybe this is a start for me. I think they are interested, but their budget is lacking at this time because of the world economy.
Even here at this moderate hotel, the electricity and cable goes out frequently. And we haven’t even had rain in a couple of days. When it does rain the thunder is deafening! It’s loud, scary and exciting!
Rishikesh is famous because the Beatles were here in the 60’s. I think their album White Lightening was inspired by their stay here. They also learned transcendental meditation, which I hope to learn. One of Mash’s clients, an American living in India for 9-years is part of this group who teaches this form of meditation. Google transcendental meditation and you’ll see a lot of info in it.
I have stayed in my room a lot because of the heat and humidity and some rain. Every time I go out I turn into a hot sweaty mess. I lived in the desert of Colorado and New Mexico for the last 25-years, so it will take me some time to adjust to the humidity.
I met a young professional girl from Vancouver of Vietnamese heritage. She has traveled for 3-weeks alone through India and was very lonely. We had breakfast, a yoga class and dinner together before she left town. We had the Nazi Yoga instructor from Japan who nearly knocked me off my feet by correcting ones of my poses.
Every time I take a walk I have to dodge all sorts of people, animals and vehicles. And have to remember to look the opposite way of how I know! Yes the British had a huge influence here. Everyone stares at me; I swear it is not my imagination. But it is in a friendly way if you smile back at them. The dogs seem happier here than in Guatemala. I am pleasantly surprised. There seems to be fewer beggars here than I remember from my past travels to India. People touch me just because I look different, I guess. Many say Namaste, hold their hands in prayer form and bow.
I love to walk along the Ganges River, they call it Ganga! I get dizzy watching the flow. It is dangerously swift. The religious pilgrimages’ here are fascinating. The music during prayer time is mesmerizing as I hear it echoing from across the river. The tide is unusually high today. Some of the steps leading down to the river are flooded. The water is extra muddy. I haven’t seen much rubbish or any dead bodies floating in the river, yet.
The monkeys have been aggressive. At first I was fascinated with them, but now I am a tad afraid. My spa attendant was attacked by two of them while leaving work and had to get 5-shots. A monkey jumped on the Vietnamese ladies back while we were putting on our shoes after yoga. She screamed, and the monkey jumped down and looked so surprised.
It’s my last night to be bad…………I smuggled a bottle of vodka here. It is forbidden to sell alcohol in Rishikesh. I’m having a couple of Vodka and tonics in my room! My friend Mash came to visit me. It’s a tradition for us. I brought a bottle of duty free Absolut Vodka in Nepal and we drank a few V&T’s in the room when we first met. He’s pretty healthy and only has vodka with me. I’ll worry about being healthy tomorrow when I am off to the ashram. I’ll have no internet or TV and will be living a simple and basic life. Gawd, I hope I have hot water and get a room to my self. I bought some of the traditional hippie clothing, so I should fit right in now. Maybe I won’t get so many stares. Nah, it’s the fair skin and blond hair.
Rishikesh is considered the Gateway to the Himalayas and the yoga capital of the world. You can’t even get an egg here. So gone are the days of bacon and eggs for breakfast. I am becoming a vegetarian quickly. I stayed at one hotel, which was not up to my standards. I could have lived with the room, but the Ayurveda Spa treatments were not good and in a clean enough environment for my tastes. So I moved to the lovely Great Ganga Hotel. It’s a moderate hotel, but the service and attitude of the guest is superb. I had arranged to get 7-days of spa treatments. Another last hoorah before I enter the ashram. I’ve been here and have gone through all the treatments. A combination of Ayurveda and Western spa stuff. On the most part, it was very nice and the price was extremely reasonable. She only burned me with hot oil twice! Hehe. I loved being pampered and feeling like a princess. The Turkish Hammam was great and just about every inch of me got cleaned, scrubbed and massaged. I’m treated like a VIP here. Not sure if it is because my friend Mash, who is in the travel biz, or because I am here so long and am getting so many spa treatments. The staff calls me the Spa Doctor!
The hotel asked if I could write them feedback on my treatments and experience. So….. in my anal ways I give them a full 5-page typed report. I would like to get in the International Spa Consulting business someday, so maybe this is a start for me. I think they are interested, but their budget is lacking at this time because of the world economy.
Even here at this moderate hotel, the electricity and cable goes out frequently. And we haven’t even had rain in a couple of days. When it does rain the thunder is deafening! It’s loud, scary and exciting!
Rishikesh is famous because the Beatles were here in the 60’s. I think their album White Lightening was inspired by their stay here. They also learned transcendental meditation, which I hope to learn. One of Mash’s clients, an American living in India for 9-years is part of this group who teaches this form of meditation. Google transcendental meditation and you’ll see a lot of info in it.
I have stayed in my room a lot because of the heat and humidity and some rain. Every time I go out I turn into a hot sweaty mess. I lived in the desert of Colorado and New Mexico for the last 25-years, so it will take me some time to adjust to the humidity.
I met a young professional girl from Vancouver of Vietnamese heritage. She has traveled for 3-weeks alone through India and was very lonely. We had breakfast, a yoga class and dinner together before she left town. We had the Nazi Yoga instructor from Japan who nearly knocked me off my feet by correcting ones of my poses.
Every time I take a walk I have to dodge all sorts of people, animals and vehicles. And have to remember to look the opposite way of how I know! Yes the British had a huge influence here. Everyone stares at me; I swear it is not my imagination. But it is in a friendly way if you smile back at them. The dogs seem happier here than in Guatemala. I am pleasantly surprised. There seems to be fewer beggars here than I remember from my past travels to India. People touch me just because I look different, I guess. Many say Namaste, hold their hands in prayer form and bow.
I love to walk along the Ganges River, they call it Ganga! I get dizzy watching the flow. It is dangerously swift. The religious pilgrimages’ here are fascinating. The music during prayer time is mesmerizing as I hear it echoing from across the river. The tide is unusually high today. Some of the steps leading down to the river are flooded. The water is extra muddy. I haven’t seen much rubbish or any dead bodies floating in the river, yet.
The monkeys have been aggressive. At first I was fascinated with them, but now I am a tad afraid. My spa attendant was attacked by two of them while leaving work and had to get 5-shots. A monkey jumped on the Vietnamese ladies back while we were putting on our shoes after yoga. She screamed, and the monkey jumped down and looked so surprised.
It’s my last night to be bad…………I smuggled a bottle of vodka here. It is forbidden to sell alcohol in Rishikesh. I’m having a couple of Vodka and tonics in my room! My friend Mash came to visit me. It’s a tradition for us. I brought a bottle of duty free Absolut Vodka in Nepal and we drank a few V&T’s in the room when we first met. He’s pretty healthy and only has vodka with me. I’ll worry about being healthy tomorrow when I am off to the ashram. I’ll have no internet or TV and will be living a simple and basic life. Gawd, I hope I have hot water and get a room to my self. I bought some of the traditional hippie clothing, so I should fit right in now. Maybe I won’t get so many stares. Nah, it’s the fair skin and blond hair.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Colorful and chaotic, Delhi, India
After 18-hours on Qatar Airlines, Houston to Doha, Qatar, a 3-hour layover, then another 3.5 hours to Delhi; I'm in India. The flight was surprisingly very nice. I prefer foreign airlines to American ones, as they don't pack you in. You have more space and they tend to offer better service. It took me a day or so to overcome the jet lag.
Delhi is hot and very humid...........but oh so vibrant and colorful. I get drenched rather quickly. I guess I can look at it as a cleansing. I've had an Ayurveda Massage and took 2-city tours with a private guide. I have learned to use the Delhi metro system and was the only female in a car of hundreds of men. About halfway during the ride, a gentleman told me the ladies car is always the first car on the train. Surprisingly, I wasn't that uncomfortable being the only lady aboard.
Old Delhi is a wonderfully chaotic mess. It is a feast for the senses and a lot to absorb. The real India I suppose! It's a huge confidence booster to be able to get around on my own. I had to be careful to not get run over by rick-shaws, tuk-tuks, motorcycles, or cars.
I tend to get frustrated with everyone trying to take advantage of me. I have a better handle on it this time though. The poverty does seem to have gotten better here. I was last in Delhi in either 2004 or 2005, but really did not have time to do any touring of the city. I can notice the new wealth. There has been protests called by "Anna". He was arrested temporarily and it has been making world headlines. I have not been personally effected by the protests. It's about anti-corruption laws, much needed in my limited experiences in India.
I was able to tour some fascinating Mogul ruins. They were impressive!!!! Qutub Minar, a towering minaret. Red Fort, a massive complex made of red sandstone. Humayun's Tomb, a mini Taj Mahal. I also enjoyed Swaminarayam Akshardham, a huge complex that was well done and sort of Disney"ish" with robotic figures and an IMAX film depicting a boy yogi's universal values for mankind. There was even an indoor boat ride through 10,000 years of Indian history and Vedic life. I had no idea ancient India's built rocket ships and airplanes!
I treated myself to a World Buffet at one of the cities top rated restaurants, the Metropolitan Hotel. My last hooray before I go totally vegetarian at the end of the month once I reach the ashram in Rishikesh. The hotel where I am staying is modest, but Delhi is an expensive city. I need a clean and bright room. My expenses will be more manageable once I reach the ashram starting September 1st. So in the meantime, I am splurging a bit.
Speaking of Rishikesh, my friend arrives later today and we are going by car their tomorrow. Another new experience for me!
Delhi is hot and very humid...........but oh so vibrant and colorful. I get drenched rather quickly. I guess I can look at it as a cleansing. I've had an Ayurveda Massage and took 2-city tours with a private guide. I have learned to use the Delhi metro system and was the only female in a car of hundreds of men. About halfway during the ride, a gentleman told me the ladies car is always the first car on the train. Surprisingly, I wasn't that uncomfortable being the only lady aboard.
Old Delhi is a wonderfully chaotic mess. It is a feast for the senses and a lot to absorb. The real India I suppose! It's a huge confidence booster to be able to get around on my own. I had to be careful to not get run over by rick-shaws, tuk-tuks, motorcycles, or cars.
I tend to get frustrated with everyone trying to take advantage of me. I have a better handle on it this time though. The poverty does seem to have gotten better here. I was last in Delhi in either 2004 or 2005, but really did not have time to do any touring of the city. I can notice the new wealth. There has been protests called by "Anna". He was arrested temporarily and it has been making world headlines. I have not been personally effected by the protests. It's about anti-corruption laws, much needed in my limited experiences in India.
I was able to tour some fascinating Mogul ruins. They were impressive!!!! Qutub Minar, a towering minaret. Red Fort, a massive complex made of red sandstone. Humayun's Tomb, a mini Taj Mahal. I also enjoyed Swaminarayam Akshardham, a huge complex that was well done and sort of Disney"ish" with robotic figures and an IMAX film depicting a boy yogi's universal values for mankind. There was even an indoor boat ride through 10,000 years of Indian history and Vedic life. I had no idea ancient India's built rocket ships and airplanes!
I treated myself to a World Buffet at one of the cities top rated restaurants, the Metropolitan Hotel. My last hooray before I go totally vegetarian at the end of the month once I reach the ashram in Rishikesh. The hotel where I am staying is modest, but Delhi is an expensive city. I need a clean and bright room. My expenses will be more manageable once I reach the ashram starting September 1st. So in the meantime, I am splurging a bit.
Speaking of Rishikesh, my friend arrives later today and we are going by car their tomorrow. Another new experience for me!
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Off to India soon
I've spent the last few weeks in Houston with my mom. Taking it easy, visiting her, going to Zumba Classes and watching way too much television. I'm ready for a change and the challenge of India. I leave for Delhi in a couple of days. I'll spend about
6-days there before I travel by train to Rishekish. I have 42-days planned in an ashram outside of town learning about yoga and meditation. I am taking a class on Joyful Living and Self Transformation. I am looking forward to everything but the long flight.
6-days there before I travel by train to Rishekish. I have 42-days planned in an ashram outside of town learning about yoga and meditation. I am taking a class on Joyful Living and Self Transformation. I am looking forward to everything but the long flight.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Welcome home to Texas
I'm spending a few weeks in Texas with my mom and other family members before I take off to India. We went to East Texas for the weekend, my sister is coming to Houston today. I'm getting all the comfort food I could ever watn. Yummy!!!!!
I'm staying busy getting my visa to India. It was a pain in the butt to get it and I was denied the first request because of proof of residency issues. I'll be leaving for N India in August.
Had dinner at Houston's Restaurant, an old stomping ground over 20- years ago. Flirted a bit with a couple of older Texas gentlemen who bought me two tasty and expensive margaritas. I had forgotten how much friendlier people are in Texas. I could actaully see myself living here again. For years I have said I will never move back.
Signed up at 24-hour Fitness for a trail membership. Attended Zumba dance classes with mom yesterday. Whew...........that was fun and a great sweaty workout.
Off to the gym!
I'm staying busy getting my visa to India. It was a pain in the butt to get it and I was denied the first request because of proof of residency issues. I'll be leaving for N India in August.
Had dinner at Houston's Restaurant, an old stomping ground over 20- years ago. Flirted a bit with a couple of older Texas gentlemen who bought me two tasty and expensive margaritas. I had forgotten how much friendlier people are in Texas. I could actaully see myself living here again. For years I have said I will never move back.
Signed up at 24-hour Fitness for a trail membership. Attended Zumba dance classes with mom yesterday. Whew...........that was fun and a great sweaty workout.
Off to the gym!
Final Guatemala Blog Entry
A lot has happened in the last month. I had 10 exciting days in San Marcos Laguna, around lake Atitlan Guatemala. The trip by shuttle van was spectacular, probably one of the most awe inspiring views I have ever seen looking down at the lake. A beautiful area, tropical without the heat. It rained everyday, torrential!
I was robbed again. I woke at 5:30 am to two men in my room. Luckily I scared them away by screaming and they were only able to take some earrings. They came through an open window. It took me a couple of days to recover and I changed hotels immediately. It took a lot of guts to stay there; I was tempted to just leave the country that day. I feel like I have a couple of guardian angels on my shoulders and it's not time for me to depart this earth just yet.
I met some interesting people and took some Reiki Classes as part of my continuing quest to learn more about massage, spirituality and energy work. After the classes I felt lighter and energetic, more aware and colors were brighter.
I returned to Antigua for a few days before leaving back to the USA. Celebrated my 53birthday with friends at Occelot, a dive bar! I lost my cute little roof top terrace apartment and stayed at a gorgeous guest house instead. We had to speak Spanish at the dinner table. Urgghhhhhhhhh.
My neighbor Tom took me to Welton for my last night in town. Volcano Fuego erupted with its greatest fury in almost five months. Just for me!
Bye Antigua, I will miss you! Hello India..........
I was robbed again. I woke at 5:30 am to two men in my room. Luckily I scared them away by screaming and they were only able to take some earrings. They came through an open window. It took me a couple of days to recover and I changed hotels immediately. It took a lot of guts to stay there; I was tempted to just leave the country that day. I feel like I have a couple of guardian angels on my shoulders and it's not time for me to depart this earth just yet.
I met some interesting people and took some Reiki Classes as part of my continuing quest to learn more about massage, spirituality and energy work. After the classes I felt lighter and energetic, more aware and colors were brighter.
I returned to Antigua for a few days before leaving back to the USA. Celebrated my 53birthday with friends at Occelot, a dive bar! I lost my cute little roof top terrace apartment and stayed at a gorgeous guest house instead. We had to speak Spanish at the dinner table. Urgghhhhhhhhh.
My neighbor Tom took me to Welton for my last night in town. Volcano Fuego erupted with its greatest fury in almost five months. Just for me!
Bye Antigua, I will miss you! Hello India..........
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Leaving Antigua soon
I haven’t written in my blog for a while. It is raining like cats and dogs at the moment and I am enjoying the sounds, textures and coolness.
Once again, I stay pretty busy and do about the same things everyday, so nothing really new and exciting to write about.
I enjoyed my cooking classes, yoga and workouts at the gym. I love dining out with friends and going to happy hours. Volcan Fuego has been smoking big time, when you can see it through the clouds. We just had a 4.6 earthquake.
My daily visits to the Puppy Palace are a joy. Sometimes I feel bad that I am not doing more to help people, but suffering is suffering. I contribute in my own small way.
I finally made some decisions. My visa is about to expire. I felt like I was getting in a rut here in Antigua. Life has gotten too comfortable and I feel I could go nowhere fast. I do plan to return to Antigua next year, after India. I may still start a buisness here. Now is not the time for me. I realize a lot can happen when you are thousands of miles away and in a foreign land. I am keeping my options, my heart and soul open to change. I have made arrangements to go to Houston in early July. I am considering a visit to see clients and friends in ABQ for just a few days while I am back in the USA. I’ll be off to India in mid August for up to 6-months.
I plan to do some sightseeing mostly in Northern India to start with. I'll help my friend with his hiking lodge plans and I plan to live for 6-weeks in an ashram studying various subjects for self improvement and reflection. I’ll write more about this later. I am still planning on getting TEFL Certified in India too. I've got busy 6-months planned.
My last couple of weeks here I will be touring more of Guatemala. I leave for the Lake Atitlan, considered the most beautiful lake in the world in less than a week. I'm getting excited for the change! I only have my little apartment for five more days. When I return to Antigua, I will need to secure a new interim place to stay. I will miss my next door neighbor Tom and the friends I have made here. It’s time to move on though.
Once again, I stay pretty busy and do about the same things everyday, so nothing really new and exciting to write about.
I enjoyed my cooking classes, yoga and workouts at the gym. I love dining out with friends and going to happy hours. Volcan Fuego has been smoking big time, when you can see it through the clouds. We just had a 4.6 earthquake.
My daily visits to the Puppy Palace are a joy. Sometimes I feel bad that I am not doing more to help people, but suffering is suffering. I contribute in my own small way.
I finally made some decisions. My visa is about to expire. I felt like I was getting in a rut here in Antigua. Life has gotten too comfortable and I feel I could go nowhere fast. I do plan to return to Antigua next year, after India. I may still start a buisness here. Now is not the time for me. I realize a lot can happen when you are thousands of miles away and in a foreign land. I am keeping my options, my heart and soul open to change. I have made arrangements to go to Houston in early July. I am considering a visit to see clients and friends in ABQ for just a few days while I am back in the USA. I’ll be off to India in mid August for up to 6-months.
I plan to do some sightseeing mostly in Northern India to start with. I'll help my friend with his hiking lodge plans and I plan to live for 6-weeks in an ashram studying various subjects for self improvement and reflection. I’ll write more about this later. I am still planning on getting TEFL Certified in India too. I've got busy 6-months planned.
My last couple of weeks here I will be touring more of Guatemala. I leave for the Lake Atitlan, considered the most beautiful lake in the world in less than a week. I'm getting excited for the change! I only have my little apartment for five more days. When I return to Antigua, I will need to secure a new interim place to stay. I will miss my next door neighbor Tom and the friends I have made here. It’s time to move on though.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Daily Life in Antigua
The last couple of weeks have been fun. I’m really ready to take another trip though. Several of us had planned to go to Monterrico, a beach resort area with black sand. We ended up canceling the trip for various reasons so I was pretty disappointed.
I’ve had some good meals. I loved the Sunday Brunch at Santa Domingo. It is one of the nicest hotels in town. We had lots of bacon and sausage, yummy! Epicure Restaurant, and Rainbow Café are two of my favorites. We also had a couple of spring rolls and rice at one Phillipino Restaurant and the local Pupusau’s, (stuffed hand made tortillas) at another place.
I’ve had three weeks of cooking classes now and really enjoy it. We made a sautéed tilapia and stuffed chicken breast with spinach and ricotta cheese with a Tamarind Sauce. One class we made a Crème Brule and a Flourless Chocolate Cake. They were excellent. I’ve had some personal fun with the chef too! Woohoo!
Antigua has its own Curry Club. It’s a very selective club with prominent people as members. I can’t believe they let me in. hehe You have to buy a membership form an existing member. The price ranges from 13 cents to $20, a one time fee. You have to contact their call center in India for membership details. Hehe. We had good company and a delicious meal at one of the two Indian Restaurant’s in town. They meet twice a month.
One bad thing about living in a touristy, expat town. You make friends………… then they go home. We are constantly attending “goodbye” parties!
There is a lot going on at the Puppy Palace and they will be moving locations in a few months. I may return after my trip to India to help as a volunteer coordinator and start a spa business around the “dog rescue theme”. The owner is trying to get a reality TV show going about her work. She is truly a passionate and eccentric lady. I adore her! I haven’t made my flight arrangements back to Houston or my trip to India just yet. I truly live life day to day. They say expats are running away from something and you can be anyone you want to be in a foreign country.
One of the cutest things I see in town is a guy walking his three goats door to door selling fresh goat‘s milk. Now that’s some fresh milk! You just don’t see that in the states.
My neighbor and I visited an orphanage just outside of town. They are a young couple we know from church. It was fun to take seven kids out for ice cream.
My neighbor and I hired a car and driver to take us into Guatemala City for the day to do some shopping. We went to a real upscale mall. It reminded me of the Galleria in Houston, or Cherry Creek Mall in Denver. It's a total different class of people there. We even visited the new Walmart, more to my budget. I was hoping to find some typical American stuff but didn't have much luck there.
I had my teeth cleaned by a local dentist. I had never had my teeth sandblasted before. They did an okay job with some old-fashioned pick cleaning too. It was about $45, a little pricey for Antigua, but much cheaper than in the states.
I went to a Guatemalan Birthday party outside of town. They told us to be there at 6:30 Pm. Typical Latin American culture, dinner did not start until 8:45! We thought there were 8-10 people coming but almost 50-pople showed up! What a fun group of people. Trying to comprehend what people were saying in Spanish for 4-hours was exhausting for me.
I enjoy my workouts at Hotel Porta Antigua and my yoga classes. I get a massage once a month as part of my membership. I had a “Middle Eastern Aromasoul” consisting of a foot ritual, a full-body scrub and a massage. The oils used were Oregano and Basil. I smelled like a big pizza! My ulnar nerve in my pinky is acting up again. It makes my finger numb because of the compression in my neck. One reason I stopped giving massages was from the headaches and the inflammation. Not sure what brought this on but it is painful. Speaking of the gym, it’s time for my workout.
I’ve had some good meals. I loved the Sunday Brunch at Santa Domingo. It is one of the nicest hotels in town. We had lots of bacon and sausage, yummy! Epicure Restaurant, and Rainbow Café are two of my favorites. We also had a couple of spring rolls and rice at one Phillipino Restaurant and the local Pupusau’s, (stuffed hand made tortillas) at another place.
I’ve had three weeks of cooking classes now and really enjoy it. We made a sautéed tilapia and stuffed chicken breast with spinach and ricotta cheese with a Tamarind Sauce. One class we made a Crème Brule and a Flourless Chocolate Cake. They were excellent. I’ve had some personal fun with the chef too! Woohoo!
Antigua has its own Curry Club. It’s a very selective club with prominent people as members. I can’t believe they let me in. hehe You have to buy a membership form an existing member. The price ranges from 13 cents to $20, a one time fee. You have to contact their call center in India for membership details. Hehe. We had good company and a delicious meal at one of the two Indian Restaurant’s in town. They meet twice a month.
One bad thing about living in a touristy, expat town. You make friends………… then they go home. We are constantly attending “goodbye” parties!
There is a lot going on at the Puppy Palace and they will be moving locations in a few months. I may return after my trip to India to help as a volunteer coordinator and start a spa business around the “dog rescue theme”. The owner is trying to get a reality TV show going about her work. She is truly a passionate and eccentric lady. I adore her! I haven’t made my flight arrangements back to Houston or my trip to India just yet. I truly live life day to day. They say expats are running away from something and you can be anyone you want to be in a foreign country.
One of the cutest things I see in town is a guy walking his three goats door to door selling fresh goat‘s milk. Now that’s some fresh milk! You just don’t see that in the states.
My neighbor and I visited an orphanage just outside of town. They are a young couple we know from church. It was fun to take seven kids out for ice cream.
My neighbor and I hired a car and driver to take us into Guatemala City for the day to do some shopping. We went to a real upscale mall. It reminded me of the Galleria in Houston, or Cherry Creek Mall in Denver. It's a total different class of people there. We even visited the new Walmart, more to my budget. I was hoping to find some typical American stuff but didn't have much luck there.
I had my teeth cleaned by a local dentist. I had never had my teeth sandblasted before. They did an okay job with some old-fashioned pick cleaning too. It was about $45, a little pricey for Antigua, but much cheaper than in the states.
I went to a Guatemalan Birthday party outside of town. They told us to be there at 6:30 Pm. Typical Latin American culture, dinner did not start until 8:45! We thought there were 8-10 people coming but almost 50-pople showed up! What a fun group of people. Trying to comprehend what people were saying in Spanish for 4-hours was exhausting for me.
I enjoy my workouts at Hotel Porta Antigua and my yoga classes. I get a massage once a month as part of my membership. I had a “Middle Eastern Aromasoul” consisting of a foot ritual, a full-body scrub and a massage. The oils used were Oregano and Basil. I smelled like a big pizza! My ulnar nerve in my pinky is acting up again. It makes my finger numb because of the compression in my neck. One reason I stopped giving massages was from the headaches and the inflammation. Not sure what brought this on but it is painful. Speaking of the gym, it’s time for my workout.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
What’s it like to live in a third world country?
I chose to move to Antigua Guatemala because I thought it would be a fairly easy transition to living in another country. And yes, by all accounts it is. Much more so than say moving from the USA to India.
We take a lot of things for granite in the USA. Such as clean drinking water. That’s one major thing which makes a third world country third world, is no access to clean drinking water. We have to use “aqua pura”, or purified water for all of our drinking needs here in Antigua. I have caught myself several times washing vegetables with tap water, so no wonder I have had stomach issues. I had severe diarrhea for a month and had to take 3-rounds of antibiotics to clear it up.
You can’t put your used toilet paper in the toilet. So think about it, our used toilet paper probably ends back up in the water supply. I recently visited the City Dump in Guatemala City. There were hundreds of scavengers in the dump recycling whatever they can to make a living. There is a river at the end of the dump. So where does all this contaminated garbage end up?
Hot water is hard to come by here. I am certain very few of the restaurants, even the top rated ones, use hot water to clean dishes. To clean my dishes, I boil water. For my shower, I have a “widow maker”. It’s this apparatus that hooks to the shower head and supplies enough electricity to produce a small amount of hot water. My shower is just barely large enough to turn around in. After a few moments of hot water, you can smell the electrical parts smoking! I guess those who have ended up trying to adjust the head while showering end up widows and widowers.
My apartment is considered very nice by Guatemalan standards. I love the million dollar views from my rooftop terrace. None of the furniture matches. It looks like stuff that could have been purchased in a thrift store. The apartment has to be swept and everything wiped down daily due to the exhaust fumes of the buses, and the volcanic ash. I wonder what my lungs look like now. I have a constant little cough.
I have a camp style Coleman stove and a dormitory sized refrigerator. Hey, at least I have this. Many homes do not. The average Mayan does not have a kitchen or a bathroom. The severely impoverished live on less than a $1 per day.
After being robbed at gunpoint, I am constantly looking over my shoulders for people, cars and motorcycles that come near me.
I hate to go to the bank or even check my account on-line. I am in constant fear that my back account will be wiped out. Everyone I know has had their credit or ATM cards cloned or compromised. Several friends have had this happen twice! Mine was compromised too. But I outsmarted the thieves. Since was expecting it to happen, I had very little money in that account. It took almost a month to get my new card.
The country is corrupt and the drug cartels have infiltrated everyone, including the banks. Some are owned by the drug cartel in Bogota Columbia. Everyone is afraid to shut them down.
When I take public transportation, I am fearful. Mostly form the crazy drivers who are referred to as “suicide tomatoes”. That’s because they drive like a bat out of hell with no regard for human life in these retrofitted school buses from the USA which are painted red. Many people get robbed on the buses and there have been gang shootings. They say not to sit behind the driver as many drivers have been shot and killed.
Regularly I hear of someone getting robbed, or someone who knows of someone who has been affected by crime, robbery, kidnap, murder, extortion or rape. It’s downright scary to read the paper or do a Google search on crime in Guatemala. I’ve read articles about journalist being afraid to write about the drug crime here. They get threatened, extorted or even murdered when they do. Otherwise you would read even more articles on the drug cartel in Guatemala.
The president of Guatemala, Alvaro Colom’s, wife is running for president. This is illegal. So she divorced him. They still say this illegal but she is going it anyway. Many fear if she gets to be president, no one will take her seriously and how can she be trusted to uphold the law. If she loses, many of her social programs will be lost and a million poor people may strike on the streets. Several presidential candidates and their families have been threatened with their lives.
It is all over the press that Guatemala may become a “narco state”, when the government serves the interests of drug traffickers rather than those of its citizens. The public may remain protected as long as this protection doesn't interfere with state-fueled drug trafficking. I believe it after witnessing all the corruption here, fueled by the drug crime and cartels. Our government fears that with 100k new gang members from Mexico now in Guatemala, and the cartel being pushed out and north from Columbia there will be a big drug war for routes right in the center of the country.
Men pee on the streets here and it is legal. Yet when a male tourist pees on the street, they are fined about $100. Guess what happens to the fine? You got it………..it is pocketed by the ticketing officer.
I live right across the street from one of the largest churches in Antigua. The church bells are my alarm clock. I’m awake every morning at 6 am! There is always a celebration going on at the church. I still think the celebratory canons that go off are bombs. They scare the hell out of me when they go off. Damn Catholics, any excuse to have a party. hehe
Volcano Fuego is under constant eruption. No one else seems to be worried about it, because it is about 20-miles away. But in the back of my head, I worry! You can hear the volcano belching and rumbling and we get small earthquake trembles on occasions. I have to admit, viewing the eruption in the evenings is my favorite pastime. But it has been so cloudy lately I have not been able to see the lava flow at night.
Tonight I had a few weird bugs with wings lying around my laptop. I went outside for a few minutes to enjoy the evening on my terrace. When I returned, my apartment was infested with these critters. My landlord says they are termites.
The rainy season has started. I love the rain, but the country has some of the worst natural disasters including flooding of any country in the world.
After reading all I have written about Guatemala and living in a third world country, I know you are wondering why I stay here. But…………..I have to admit I absolutely love it. The people whether they are indigenous, Ladino, tourists, or ex-pats; everyone is lovely. The weather is pretty comfortable here and there is a special energy about Antigua that is hard to explain. I hope Guatemala can recover from its many hardships, including the drug crime. I know I will miss it when I leave. I do feel like I will return again and again!
We take a lot of things for granite in the USA. Such as clean drinking water. That’s one major thing which makes a third world country third world, is no access to clean drinking water. We have to use “aqua pura”, or purified water for all of our drinking needs here in Antigua. I have caught myself several times washing vegetables with tap water, so no wonder I have had stomach issues. I had severe diarrhea for a month and had to take 3-rounds of antibiotics to clear it up.
You can’t put your used toilet paper in the toilet. So think about it, our used toilet paper probably ends back up in the water supply. I recently visited the City Dump in Guatemala City. There were hundreds of scavengers in the dump recycling whatever they can to make a living. There is a river at the end of the dump. So where does all this contaminated garbage end up?
Hot water is hard to come by here. I am certain very few of the restaurants, even the top rated ones, use hot water to clean dishes. To clean my dishes, I boil water. For my shower, I have a “widow maker”. It’s this apparatus that hooks to the shower head and supplies enough electricity to produce a small amount of hot water. My shower is just barely large enough to turn around in. After a few moments of hot water, you can smell the electrical parts smoking! I guess those who have ended up trying to adjust the head while showering end up widows and widowers.
My apartment is considered very nice by Guatemalan standards. I love the million dollar views from my rooftop terrace. None of the furniture matches. It looks like stuff that could have been purchased in a thrift store. The apartment has to be swept and everything wiped down daily due to the exhaust fumes of the buses, and the volcanic ash. I wonder what my lungs look like now. I have a constant little cough.
I have a camp style Coleman stove and a dormitory sized refrigerator. Hey, at least I have this. Many homes do not. The average Mayan does not have a kitchen or a bathroom. The severely impoverished live on less than a $1 per day.
After being robbed at gunpoint, I am constantly looking over my shoulders for people, cars and motorcycles that come near me.
I hate to go to the bank or even check my account on-line. I am in constant fear that my back account will be wiped out. Everyone I know has had their credit or ATM cards cloned or compromised. Several friends have had this happen twice! Mine was compromised too. But I outsmarted the thieves. Since was expecting it to happen, I had very little money in that account. It took almost a month to get my new card.
The country is corrupt and the drug cartels have infiltrated everyone, including the banks. Some are owned by the drug cartel in Bogota Columbia. Everyone is afraid to shut them down.
When I take public transportation, I am fearful. Mostly form the crazy drivers who are referred to as “suicide tomatoes”. That’s because they drive like a bat out of hell with no regard for human life in these retrofitted school buses from the USA which are painted red. Many people get robbed on the buses and there have been gang shootings. They say not to sit behind the driver as many drivers have been shot and killed.
Regularly I hear of someone getting robbed, or someone who knows of someone who has been affected by crime, robbery, kidnap, murder, extortion or rape. It’s downright scary to read the paper or do a Google search on crime in Guatemala. I’ve read articles about journalist being afraid to write about the drug crime here. They get threatened, extorted or even murdered when they do. Otherwise you would read even more articles on the drug cartel in Guatemala.
The president of Guatemala, Alvaro Colom’s, wife is running for president. This is illegal. So she divorced him. They still say this illegal but she is going it anyway. Many fear if she gets to be president, no one will take her seriously and how can she be trusted to uphold the law. If she loses, many of her social programs will be lost and a million poor people may strike on the streets. Several presidential candidates and their families have been threatened with their lives.
It is all over the press that Guatemala may become a “narco state”, when the government serves the interests of drug traffickers rather than those of its citizens. The public may remain protected as long as this protection doesn't interfere with state-fueled drug trafficking. I believe it after witnessing all the corruption here, fueled by the drug crime and cartels. Our government fears that with 100k new gang members from Mexico now in Guatemala, and the cartel being pushed out and north from Columbia there will be a big drug war for routes right in the center of the country.
Men pee on the streets here and it is legal. Yet when a male tourist pees on the street, they are fined about $100. Guess what happens to the fine? You got it………..it is pocketed by the ticketing officer.
I live right across the street from one of the largest churches in Antigua. The church bells are my alarm clock. I’m awake every morning at 6 am! There is always a celebration going on at the church. I still think the celebratory canons that go off are bombs. They scare the hell out of me when they go off. Damn Catholics, any excuse to have a party. hehe
Volcano Fuego is under constant eruption. No one else seems to be worried about it, because it is about 20-miles away. But in the back of my head, I worry! You can hear the volcano belching and rumbling and we get small earthquake trembles on occasions. I have to admit, viewing the eruption in the evenings is my favorite pastime. But it has been so cloudy lately I have not been able to see the lava flow at night.
Tonight I had a few weird bugs with wings lying around my laptop. I went outside for a few minutes to enjoy the evening on my terrace. When I returned, my apartment was infested with these critters. My landlord says they are termites.
The rainy season has started. I love the rain, but the country has some of the worst natural disasters including flooding of any country in the world.
After reading all I have written about Guatemala and living in a third world country, I know you are wondering why I stay here. But…………..I have to admit I absolutely love it. The people whether they are indigenous, Ladino, tourists, or ex-pats; everyone is lovely. The weather is pretty comfortable here and there is a special energy about Antigua that is hard to explain. I hope Guatemala can recover from its many hardships, including the drug crime. I know I will miss it when I leave. I do feel like I will return again and again!
Friday, May 20, 2011
Change in plans
Just like any woman, I can and will change my mind. I wanted to give a quick update on my teaching plans for China. I have backed out of the deal. It just wasn’t feeling right for me. I could not relate to the material. Heck I never remember in school having to remember the structure of a sentence. Of course I remember the biggies……….verbs, nouns, pronouns, prepositions, and adjectives. But I just don’t recall learning what an article, a determiner and a quantifier means in a sentence.
I was informed that I would be teaching 5-classes each day and the students would range in age from 4-14 years old. Not so bad, but one class might be 4-6 year old, then next 7-8, and then the next 12-14 year olds, and so on; all requiring different material. I didn’t feel doing an on-line course would give me the confidence to do this job well. And I don’t do anything unless I can excel at it.
I love my life here in Antigua! I feel I will return next year and possibly set-up a spa/massage business.
Now I am looking at a 3-week in person training TEFL Class in India, then immediately follows a 3-month internship. I want to do a short internship program so see if I do really like teaching. This way I don’t have to find work on my own and expect to get a one year contract, when I don’t even know if I will like being an English teacher. So this makes perfect sense to me. I feel the in-person training will make a world of difference verses just on–line training. I have planned to go to India anyway, so this might be the class for me. I’m looking at returning to Houston in late July for about 3-weeks. I’ll get my visa all sorted out then take off to India by the last week in August. I plan to stay in India for 6-months. From there, I may go to see an old friend in Brisbane, Australia.
I was informed that I would be teaching 5-classes each day and the students would range in age from 4-14 years old. Not so bad, but one class might be 4-6 year old, then next 7-8, and then the next 12-14 year olds, and so on; all requiring different material. I didn’t feel doing an on-line course would give me the confidence to do this job well. And I don’t do anything unless I can excel at it.
I love my life here in Antigua! I feel I will return next year and possibly set-up a spa/massage business.
Now I am looking at a 3-week in person training TEFL Class in India, then immediately follows a 3-month internship. I want to do a short internship program so see if I do really like teaching. This way I don’t have to find work on my own and expect to get a one year contract, when I don’t even know if I will like being an English teacher. So this makes perfect sense to me. I feel the in-person training will make a world of difference verses just on–line training. I have planned to go to India anyway, so this might be the class for me. I’m looking at returning to Houston in late July for about 3-weeks. I’ll get my visa all sorted out then take off to India by the last week in August. I plan to stay in India for 6-months. From there, I may go to see an old friend in Brisbane, Australia.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Look out Rachel and Julia
Oops….....Julia Child is dead already! Tom, my best friend and I started cooking class at a new restaurant called Chef Pierre’s Bistro and Bread. We have committed to 4-lessons for the next month.
The cost amounts to approximately $18.50 per class or a total of 600 Q for the month. It's a deal! The restaurant is closed on Mondays’ so we had it all to ourselves, the two of us plus Chef Pierre. I brought a lovely bottle of Malbec for the night. I drank most of it myself being the lush I am, but the chef did have one glass.
Pierre has this new restaurant. Tom and I were one of his first customers. Chef is from Montreal, and was professionally trained in Toronto. He was here on vacation and was discovered by an affluent family while traveling. They loved his cooking and set him up in business in Antigua. I have to admit, he does some pretty creative dishes. When was the last time you had an iguana burger?
The evening lasted over 3-hours. For our first lesson, we learned French Classic Cuisine. We started with learning to make a basic chicken stock. Then a pesto sauce, a virgin tomato sauce, balsamic oil and vinegar dressing, Eggplant Napoleon, and the finale was a vegetable soup. I had so much fun and the dinner was delicious. We even got our own apron’s to take home. Several comments were made about my abilities with a knife. I I complain becuase there are no left-handed knives! hehe I've always been afraid of knives because I got cut a few times when I was a child. I have the scars to prove it. I also was not so artisitc with my garnishing. I'm good with colors and creativity, but once again, if I have to use a knife, I tend to butcher things. For others garnishing techniques, we poured cream and pesto sauce from a plastic like ketchup bottle, but for me the opening was too large and I made a mess.
One of our additional lessons will be traditional Guatemalan Cooking. I’m excited about my new hobby.
My life here is pretty full and rewarding. I am blessed.
The cost amounts to approximately $18.50 per class or a total of 600 Q for the month. It's a deal! The restaurant is closed on Mondays’ so we had it all to ourselves, the two of us plus Chef Pierre. I brought a lovely bottle of Malbec for the night. I drank most of it myself being the lush I am, but the chef did have one glass.
Pierre has this new restaurant. Tom and I were one of his first customers. Chef is from Montreal, and was professionally trained in Toronto. He was here on vacation and was discovered by an affluent family while traveling. They loved his cooking and set him up in business in Antigua. I have to admit, he does some pretty creative dishes. When was the last time you had an iguana burger?
The evening lasted over 3-hours. For our first lesson, we learned French Classic Cuisine. We started with learning to make a basic chicken stock. Then a pesto sauce, a virgin tomato sauce, balsamic oil and vinegar dressing, Eggplant Napoleon, and the finale was a vegetable soup. I had so much fun and the dinner was delicious. We even got our own apron’s to take home. Several comments were made about my abilities with a knife. I I complain becuase there are no left-handed knives! hehe I've always been afraid of knives because I got cut a few times when I was a child. I have the scars to prove it. I also was not so artisitc with my garnishing. I'm good with colors and creativity, but once again, if I have to use a knife, I tend to butcher things. For others garnishing techniques, we poured cream and pesto sauce from a plastic like ketchup bottle, but for me the opening was too large and I made a mess.
One of our additional lessons will be traditional Guatemalan Cooking. I’m excited about my new hobby.
My life here is pretty full and rewarding. I am blessed.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Exciting and scary news
Boy, what a difference a week makes in my life! I have been contemplating getting TEFL Certified. (Teaching English as a Foreign Language). I have researched this for 6-months. I thought this may be a good way to travel the world and have some of my living/traveling expenses paid. Learning a new skill set I feel is a good idea. Now I have this incredible opportunity to go to China on a 3-month long internship program starting August 1st. I am to take 80-hours of on-line courses, then remaining 40-hours once in China. I will be teaching 25 each 50-minute English lessons to 4-14 year olds. Now after reviewing the material, I am scared to death and having second thoughts. The material is not resonating with me. I am struggling to read the material and find it incredibly boring and dry. Maybe teaching English is not for me. I can’t fathom having to write 25-lessons per week.
So I have worked myself into a dither. I really need to do some soul searching the next few days and make my final decision. Part of me feels this is an incredible opportunity and run with it. The other part of me says, nope teaching English is not for you and don’t waste the time, energy and money.
I love Antigua and am still considering opening a spa business here next year. I want to wait for the election outcome and see what kind of impact it has on the country as a whole and for the violence ad crime at large. I still plan to go to N India by the end of the year and help a friend start a hiking lodge from the ground up.
I am blessed o have such a wonderful life. I have so much freedom its s scary and often difficult to make the best decision.
Stay tuned……………………
So I have worked myself into a dither. I really need to do some soul searching the next few days and make my final decision. Part of me feels this is an incredible opportunity and run with it. The other part of me says, nope teaching English is not for you and don’t waste the time, energy and money.
I love Antigua and am still considering opening a spa business here next year. I want to wait for the election outcome and see what kind of impact it has on the country as a whole and for the violence ad crime at large. I still plan to go to N India by the end of the year and help a friend start a hiking lodge from the ground up.
I am blessed o have such a wonderful life. I have so much freedom its s scary and often difficult to make the best decision.
Stay tuned……………………
Monday, May 9, 2011
Lanquin & Semuc Champey
Whew…………………one hella of a ride! After dealing with bouts of diarrhea for 10+days, I went on a journey to Semuc Champey.
It was an exhausting 8-hour shuttle ride to Lanquin. I swear I’ll never take a shuttle for more than 3-hours again. They jammed packed us in and they only make 1-20 minute potty and lunch break unless you ask. Luckily, llomotil plugged me up. The scenery was on the most part spectacular. I was disappointed to see all the slash and burn. They are destroying the land and their way of life just like the ancient Mayans. History is repeating itself.
We arrived at a cheap, but new place with only four rooms. We had two single beds in our room with nothing else. The walls only went up ¾ of the way to the ceiling. Luckily we had the only two occupied rooms. Never thought I’d have conversations with someone two rooms over. No fans, No fluff. The bathroom was a notch above an outhouse. It was quite hilarious to have conversations with your travel mate while we both sat on the toilet! But what could I expect for $60 for a 3-day, 2-night trip? The shower was cold water and just some plastic tubing with lots of pressure. When I turned it on the entire tubing wiggled out of the two nails holding it up. It was like a huge white snake was after me in the shower. You could hear me scream and giggle all the way to the street! My friends came running after me when I screamed, but when they heard me giggle they knew I was alright.
We immediately walked to the caves just before dark. The humidity was killing me and I was drenched. The caves were slippery and dark, but fun. One it got dark, they turned the lights off to the cave and you could see bats flying around in the camera flashes. We had a non descriptive dinner at a local comedor. I wasn’t impressed with the dicey town of Lanquin.
The next morning we were off to Semuc Champey. We took an open aired pick-up ride for 45-minutes. You hang onto the built in racks. It was a fun but bumpy ride. We arrived at El Portal Lodge to wait for our guide for the day. I kept wishing were staying there. The surroundings were beautiful.
We walked into the entrance of the park right next door for a grueling 50-minute hike straight up to Mirador. With improvements over the years, they had some board walks and ladders which made the hike less slippery. The view of the seven pools below was spectacular. They water comes out of a cave system and are at varying heights from higher to lower before it flows and becomes a river. We then hiked straight down to the pools. We swam for over an hour! You could see little fish nibbling at your toes. It tickled! The water was sparkling clean and a delicious temperature! We would scooch on our rear needs across the licken rocks to the next pool below. My scooch became a full blown slide down the mini waterfalls. I ended up bouncing ten feet below on my bum. Ouch……..I bruised and scratched my tailbone on the rocks, but laughed the whole way down. Finally the third time, we all decided to purposely slide down in to the final pool below. Our guide gave us instruction on how to do this safely. We hiked another 30-minutes back to the lodge where we were given inner tubes. We walked a short distance to the river with inner tubes in hand. We got in one by one for our leisurely float down the river. Several others had joined us so we were about twelve people by now. All that was missing was an ice chest full of beer or cocktails. It was delightful! We saw several groups of local children and adults swimming in the nude and enjoying the day too. A pick-up truck was waiting for us to take us back to the lodge where we finally had a late lunch. Pablo and Emily brought stuff to make veggie sandwiches for the four of us.
We then walked again for a unique caving experience. I’m not even sure how to describe this. It was an adventure. Maybe you could call it “Cave Swimming”. We were given a candle to navigate our way through the dark cave system led by a local guide. The currents were strong, the water freezing, the rocks were sharp, and waterfalls were over our heads. Sometimes you had to climb up a slippery ladder to the next level with water running swiftly over your head yet navigating the candle with your other hand being extra careful not to let the flame extinguish. This sort of adventure would never be allowed in the USA. It’s too dangerous! Later I heard stories about the number of tourist injured or killed every year on their holidays here.
We then took another 45-minute pick up ride back to Lanquin to our dingy lodging. It was an eight hour jammed packed day. I could barely move due to exhaustion. But I managed to keep up with my Dutch friend who is in is 40’s and in good shape and Emily and Pablo who are in their 20’s. They are fearless and they did a couple of things I did not do. Like riding a water shoot in the cave, climbing up a rope under a waterfall and doing a cannonball in the cave! Emily hit her head on a rock going down the shoot in the cave. She could have really gotten hurt.
On the ride back the shuttle company over sold the number of seats. We were jammed in like sardines. My friend Pablo had to run back on a bucket with a pillow most of the way home for 8-hours. He was a good sport. For two hours, I had the high middle seat next to the driver. I had to it sideways and all I could see was his face in the review mirror.
The things I do for an adventure. I have to remind myself I’m not 20 any more and I wonder why I do it. All and all………………a worthwhile and memorable trip to Lanquin and Semuc Champey!
It was an exhausting 8-hour shuttle ride to Lanquin. I swear I’ll never take a shuttle for more than 3-hours again. They jammed packed us in and they only make 1-20 minute potty and lunch break unless you ask. Luckily, llomotil plugged me up. The scenery was on the most part spectacular. I was disappointed to see all the slash and burn. They are destroying the land and their way of life just like the ancient Mayans. History is repeating itself.
We arrived at a cheap, but new place with only four rooms. We had two single beds in our room with nothing else. The walls only went up ¾ of the way to the ceiling. Luckily we had the only two occupied rooms. Never thought I’d have conversations with someone two rooms over. No fans, No fluff. The bathroom was a notch above an outhouse. It was quite hilarious to have conversations with your travel mate while we both sat on the toilet! But what could I expect for $60 for a 3-day, 2-night trip? The shower was cold water and just some plastic tubing with lots of pressure. When I turned it on the entire tubing wiggled out of the two nails holding it up. It was like a huge white snake was after me in the shower. You could hear me scream and giggle all the way to the street! My friends came running after me when I screamed, but when they heard me giggle they knew I was alright.
We immediately walked to the caves just before dark. The humidity was killing me and I was drenched. The caves were slippery and dark, but fun. One it got dark, they turned the lights off to the cave and you could see bats flying around in the camera flashes. We had a non descriptive dinner at a local comedor. I wasn’t impressed with the dicey town of Lanquin.
The next morning we were off to Semuc Champey. We took an open aired pick-up ride for 45-minutes. You hang onto the built in racks. It was a fun but bumpy ride. We arrived at El Portal Lodge to wait for our guide for the day. I kept wishing were staying there. The surroundings were beautiful.
We walked into the entrance of the park right next door for a grueling 50-minute hike straight up to Mirador. With improvements over the years, they had some board walks and ladders which made the hike less slippery. The view of the seven pools below was spectacular. They water comes out of a cave system and are at varying heights from higher to lower before it flows and becomes a river. We then hiked straight down to the pools. We swam for over an hour! You could see little fish nibbling at your toes. It tickled! The water was sparkling clean and a delicious temperature! We would scooch on our rear needs across the licken rocks to the next pool below. My scooch became a full blown slide down the mini waterfalls. I ended up bouncing ten feet below on my bum. Ouch……..I bruised and scratched my tailbone on the rocks, but laughed the whole way down. Finally the third time, we all decided to purposely slide down in to the final pool below. Our guide gave us instruction on how to do this safely. We hiked another 30-minutes back to the lodge where we were given inner tubes. We walked a short distance to the river with inner tubes in hand. We got in one by one for our leisurely float down the river. Several others had joined us so we were about twelve people by now. All that was missing was an ice chest full of beer or cocktails. It was delightful! We saw several groups of local children and adults swimming in the nude and enjoying the day too. A pick-up truck was waiting for us to take us back to the lodge where we finally had a late lunch. Pablo and Emily brought stuff to make veggie sandwiches for the four of us.
We then walked again for a unique caving experience. I’m not even sure how to describe this. It was an adventure. Maybe you could call it “Cave Swimming”. We were given a candle to navigate our way through the dark cave system led by a local guide. The currents were strong, the water freezing, the rocks were sharp, and waterfalls were over our heads. Sometimes you had to climb up a slippery ladder to the next level with water running swiftly over your head yet navigating the candle with your other hand being extra careful not to let the flame extinguish. This sort of adventure would never be allowed in the USA. It’s too dangerous! Later I heard stories about the number of tourist injured or killed every year on their holidays here.
We then took another 45-minute pick up ride back to Lanquin to our dingy lodging. It was an eight hour jammed packed day. I could barely move due to exhaustion. But I managed to keep up with my Dutch friend who is in is 40’s and in good shape and Emily and Pablo who are in their 20’s. They are fearless and they did a couple of things I did not do. Like riding a water shoot in the cave, climbing up a rope under a waterfall and doing a cannonball in the cave! Emily hit her head on a rock going down the shoot in the cave. She could have really gotten hurt.
On the ride back the shuttle company over sold the number of seats. We were jammed in like sardines. My friend Pablo had to run back on a bucket with a pillow most of the way home for 8-hours. He was a good sport. For two hours, I had the high middle seat next to the driver. I had to it sideways and all I could see was his face in the review mirror.
The things I do for an adventure. I have to remind myself I’m not 20 any more and I wonder why I do it. All and all………………a worthwhile and memorable trip to Lanquin and Semuc Champey!
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Urgggh..........diarrhea & fever
Just when I thought Semana Santa was over, I hear canons exploding at 5:30 am on Monday morning. Gawd, will this ever end? Every time a canon goes off I think it is a bomb. Whew............it’s happened all week long, again.
I walked the dogs bright and early on Monday morning and really did not felt well at all. I managed to go the La Porta for a sit in the sauna and steam. By the time I got home, I had a full blown fever and diarrhea. I couldn’t stand for more than a few minutes at a time before I had to lie down again. This went on for 3-days. I started to get scared remembering how sick I got on RTW Trip in 2005. I let diarrhea get the best of me and ended up in the emergency room upon my return home. I was given a diagnosis of malaria, until proven otherwise. Thank goodness it was just a bacterial infection in the blood stream. The nurse said I could have died during the night from so much potassium loss. I had poisoned blood. So…………I’m thinking, did I get malaria in Flores, Livingston, Rio Dulce, or maybe Copan? I did get bitten by a few mosquitoes in each place. Anyway, thankfully I am better. The fever has gone but I still have diarrhea. My doctor friend got me antibiotics for amoebas. I may still have to go to the doctor at some point for blood work. I couldn’t even walk across the street for a doctor earlier this week.
I managed to walk the dogs 3x times this week. Went to the gym for a very mild work out, sauna and swim a couple of times. The swim made me feel the best. I’ve eaten Ramen noodles but not much else. Trying to rest more this week. Stomach still queasy and still some diarrhea even after antibiotics.
Oh the perils of world travel! It’s not always as glamorous as it seems. But I still remind myself, I am blessed to be here. I think I am just prone to stomach issues on my world travels.
I walked the dogs bright and early on Monday morning and really did not felt well at all. I managed to go the La Porta for a sit in the sauna and steam. By the time I got home, I had a full blown fever and diarrhea. I couldn’t stand for more than a few minutes at a time before I had to lie down again. This went on for 3-days. I started to get scared remembering how sick I got on RTW Trip in 2005. I let diarrhea get the best of me and ended up in the emergency room upon my return home. I was given a diagnosis of malaria, until proven otherwise. Thank goodness it was just a bacterial infection in the blood stream. The nurse said I could have died during the night from so much potassium loss. I had poisoned blood. So…………I’m thinking, did I get malaria in Flores, Livingston, Rio Dulce, or maybe Copan? I did get bitten by a few mosquitoes in each place. Anyway, thankfully I am better. The fever has gone but I still have diarrhea. My doctor friend got me antibiotics for amoebas. I may still have to go to the doctor at some point for blood work. I couldn’t even walk across the street for a doctor earlier this week.
I managed to walk the dogs 3x times this week. Went to the gym for a very mild work out, sauna and swim a couple of times. The swim made me feel the best. I’ve eaten Ramen noodles but not much else. Trying to rest more this week. Stomach still queasy and still some diarrhea even after antibiotics.
Oh the perils of world travel! It’s not always as glamorous as it seems. But I still remind myself, I am blessed to be here. I think I am just prone to stomach issues on my world travels.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Week in review, Semana Santa, Holy Week in Antigua
Week at a glance.
As usual, I had a busy week. Not sure how productive, just busy. I only walked the dogs twice this week. I need to get back on track with that. I do enjoy the Puppy Palace.
I splurged and joined the spa and gym at Porta Hotel. It was a bit extravagant, but much needed for me. I get one massage a month included in my membership, plus unlimited use of the gym, the relaxation area, locker room, infared sauna, steam room and the swimming pool. I go at least 4x a week. I took 2-friends over and they immediately booked massages on the spot while I worked out. Yoga keeps me busy too. If they offered more gentle flow, or restorative yoga I would go more frequently. It really helps the old joints from staying so stiff.
A small group of us went to a boutique coffee finca (farm) for a half day trip. We took the chicken bus out of town and visited Finca Los Nietos. The tour was informative and the coffee delicious! I now have enough coffee to last me for months here.
I was bad and visited Central America's version of KFC, called Pollo Comparero for a delicious fried chciken breast. Yummy! I also had chicken nachos at Rainbow Cafe. One of Antigua's favorite ex-pat hang-outs.
I audited an English Certification Class. I may take a one month long course to get certified to teach English abroad, called TESL. This was one of my main reasons to come to Guatemala, but I have lost interest.
This is the week of Semana Santa, Holy Week. My apartment is located across from San Francisco Church a major procession route for the week and for the 40-days of Lent. The carpets, alfombras, carpets made of died sawdust, flowers, fruits and vegetables are a sight to see. They are works of art sometimes taking hours to complete as a gift for the effigies of Jesus and Mary; some are hundreds of years old and are very sacred. I wonder how many hundreds of pounds of Frankincense are used during this holy period. You can smell the incense, hear the band, and then you know a procession is near. The bands sound like a mafia funeral. I won’t miss the processions coming by my door after midnight. Last night at 2:30 on the morning it sounded like a tuba was in my bedroom. My entire apartment was shaking room the music. If I hadn’t heard the music I would have thought we were in an earthquake! The floats weigh nearly 2500 pounds and takes approximately 50-people to carry them. Some processions last for 12-hours! I’m told the heavier the float for the cucuruchos, the more sins he has committed throughout the year. Then men carry floats of Jesus. The women carry the Virgin Mary. It is an honor and a small fee to carry these floats. The carnival atmosphere offers everything but the rides! I’m not joking…….vendors sell everything from balls, toys, cotton candy, noise makers, grilled corn, popcorn, pizza, etc, etc, etc. The police presence here as been overwhelming this week. There has been more and more people getting robbed in Antigua. Just wish they would stay past this busy holiday and touristy week.
I don’t do well with the crowds, so I have enjoyed my rooftop terrace for a different experience of viewing the processions. I’ve had several parties throughout the last month. Yesterday we made an appetizer of bacon bits and spicy Hellman’s Mayonnaise on toast with a tomato slice and olive on top. We also made home-made pimento cheese for all.
I’ve enjoyed the month here with all the festivities, but I am anxious for Antigua to get back to somewhat normal for me. I’m upset that my camera was stolen. But hopefully I should get photos of all the festivities from my friends.
As usual, I had a busy week. Not sure how productive, just busy. I only walked the dogs twice this week. I need to get back on track with that. I do enjoy the Puppy Palace.
I splurged and joined the spa and gym at Porta Hotel. It was a bit extravagant, but much needed for me. I get one massage a month included in my membership, plus unlimited use of the gym, the relaxation area, locker room, infared sauna, steam room and the swimming pool. I go at least 4x a week. I took 2-friends over and they immediately booked massages on the spot while I worked out. Yoga keeps me busy too. If they offered more gentle flow, or restorative yoga I would go more frequently. It really helps the old joints from staying so stiff.
A small group of us went to a boutique coffee finca (farm) for a half day trip. We took the chicken bus out of town and visited Finca Los Nietos. The tour was informative and the coffee delicious! I now have enough coffee to last me for months here.
I was bad and visited Central America's version of KFC, called Pollo Comparero for a delicious fried chciken breast. Yummy! I also had chicken nachos at Rainbow Cafe. One of Antigua's favorite ex-pat hang-outs.
I audited an English Certification Class. I may take a one month long course to get certified to teach English abroad, called TESL. This was one of my main reasons to come to Guatemala, but I have lost interest.
This is the week of Semana Santa, Holy Week. My apartment is located across from San Francisco Church a major procession route for the week and for the 40-days of Lent. The carpets, alfombras, carpets made of died sawdust, flowers, fruits and vegetables are a sight to see. They are works of art sometimes taking hours to complete as a gift for the effigies of Jesus and Mary; some are hundreds of years old and are very sacred. I wonder how many hundreds of pounds of Frankincense are used during this holy period. You can smell the incense, hear the band, and then you know a procession is near. The bands sound like a mafia funeral. I won’t miss the processions coming by my door after midnight. Last night at 2:30 on the morning it sounded like a tuba was in my bedroom. My entire apartment was shaking room the music. If I hadn’t heard the music I would have thought we were in an earthquake! The floats weigh nearly 2500 pounds and takes approximately 50-people to carry them. Some processions last for 12-hours! I’m told the heavier the float for the cucuruchos, the more sins he has committed throughout the year. Then men carry floats of Jesus. The women carry the Virgin Mary. It is an honor and a small fee to carry these floats. The carnival atmosphere offers everything but the rides! I’m not joking…….vendors sell everything from balls, toys, cotton candy, noise makers, grilled corn, popcorn, pizza, etc, etc, etc. The police presence here as been overwhelming this week. There has been more and more people getting robbed in Antigua. Just wish they would stay past this busy holiday and touristy week.
I don’t do well with the crowds, so I have enjoyed my rooftop terrace for a different experience of viewing the processions. I’ve had several parties throughout the last month. Yesterday we made an appetizer of bacon bits and spicy Hellman’s Mayonnaise on toast with a tomato slice and olive on top. We also made home-made pimento cheese for all.
I’ve enjoyed the month here with all the festivities, but I am anxious for Antigua to get back to somewhat normal for me. I’m upset that my camera was stolen. But hopefully I should get photos of all the festivities from my friends.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Here's a clip from a recent thread on The Lonely Planet (Gap Year & Around the World Teavel) Forum I responded to:
Seeking thoughts, advice and wisdom for long term travel
Hello everyone,
I'm 39 year old and still haven't shaken the travel bug. I've backpacked across Europe and South East Asia at separate points in my life but I still feel I'm not done exploring. I'm considering packing it all in and taking off until the money runs dry (possibly 18 months if I'm lucky). My concerns are the following and would appreciate any advice you can offer:
1. Family- I don't have any kids and only a collection of ex-girlfreinds but I am exremely close to my immediate family. My parents are getting up there in age and if something were to happen to them I don't if I could forgive myself for not being there.
2. Returning to work after a long break. I am a little concerned of the perception employers may have of a 40 year old man with an extended gap from the last job. I am curious as to what type of reception you received from prospective employers especially from older travelers like myself getting back in to the workforce. I have a MBA and tons of experience in my field but it still leaves me a bit uneasy due to the uncertainty.
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AND MY RESPONSE:
I think once you’ve gotten the travel bug, it is a permanent inflicted ailment for which there is no recovery.
Companies should acknowledge world travel as an invaluable life experience. I would add it to your resume. You learn skills at becoming a self reliant, confident and an independent thinking individual.
My first trip abroad was when I was 16. I spent a summer in Singapore. Backpacked across Europe alone at 18, and have since taken 2 solo trips around the world with numerous one month jaunts in between. I made a mistake and got married and was miserable with the whole normal life. I had bouts of being satisfied with my travel and being home, but the bug has always come back.
At 52, I’m back at it. I’ve sold everything I own, and of course I too worry about what will happen when the funds run out. Luckily, I have a skill set where I can easily find work. In the past, I worked in retirement communities and I saw couples scrimp and save their entire lives so they could travel when they retired. Invariably one would die, or the other would be inflicted with a disease so they never got to travel. Sure they had the funds to live in this beautiful retirement community but they never got to see the world.
My father died at 50 of a massive heart attack. These two things made a big impression on me and how I live my life today. I may be a bag lady in my 70’s, but boy will I have the memories and some wild stories to share! Do it now, life is truly too short! One you have a good career, you’ll buy a house, get in debt, have children, and then in becomes increasing difficult to fulfill those travel desires.
My only regret is I have never had someone to share my travel lifestyle with!
Seeking thoughts, advice and wisdom for long term travel
Hello everyone,
I'm 39 year old and still haven't shaken the travel bug. I've backpacked across Europe and South East Asia at separate points in my life but I still feel I'm not done exploring. I'm considering packing it all in and taking off until the money runs dry (possibly 18 months if I'm lucky). My concerns are the following and would appreciate any advice you can offer:
1. Family- I don't have any kids and only a collection of ex-girlfreinds but I am exremely close to my immediate family. My parents are getting up there in age and if something were to happen to them I don't if I could forgive myself for not being there.
2. Returning to work after a long break. I am a little concerned of the perception employers may have of a 40 year old man with an extended gap from the last job. I am curious as to what type of reception you received from prospective employers especially from older travelers like myself getting back in to the workforce. I have a MBA and tons of experience in my field but it still leaves me a bit uneasy due to the uncertainty.
************************************************************************************
AND MY RESPONSE:
I think once you’ve gotten the travel bug, it is a permanent inflicted ailment for which there is no recovery.
Companies should acknowledge world travel as an invaluable life experience. I would add it to your resume. You learn skills at becoming a self reliant, confident and an independent thinking individual.
My first trip abroad was when I was 16. I spent a summer in Singapore. Backpacked across Europe alone at 18, and have since taken 2 solo trips around the world with numerous one month jaunts in between. I made a mistake and got married and was miserable with the whole normal life. I had bouts of being satisfied with my travel and being home, but the bug has always come back.
At 52, I’m back at it. I’ve sold everything I own, and of course I too worry about what will happen when the funds run out. Luckily, I have a skill set where I can easily find work. In the past, I worked in retirement communities and I saw couples scrimp and save their entire lives so they could travel when they retired. Invariably one would die, or the other would be inflicted with a disease so they never got to travel. Sure they had the funds to live in this beautiful retirement community but they never got to see the world.
My father died at 50 of a massive heart attack. These two things made a big impression on me and how I live my life today. I may be a bag lady in my 70’s, but boy will I have the memories and some wild stories to share! Do it now, life is truly too short! One you have a good career, you’ll buy a house, get in debt, have children, and then in becomes increasing difficult to fulfill those travel desires.
My only regret is I have never had someone to share my travel lifestyle with!
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Back in Antigua
I’ve been home several days now and getting all settled in again. I was pretty rattled the first few days back, and every time a motorcycle would drive by, I would jump. Those feelings have since past, but I still feel insecure here. I use to love walking around at night. I have to think I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
It’s been nice this week to not have Spanish Classes. I think I will wait until have Samana Santa, Holy Week, before starting again. First time since I have been here, but I actually had one day where I had nothing going on. I slept late, wrote in my blog, and spent a lot of time at the puppy shelter. As usual I have a pretty social and busy life. I went to yoga twice this week and started working out again. My cute little legs are going to be sore.
I also had to see a dermatologist due to my skin irritation form the trip. I had a slight case of dermatitis and he also discovered a couple of pre-cancer spots that needed to be cut out. I’m glad I got it taken care of. I didn’t expect this to happen, but in the long run, I am sure it is cheaper to have it done here rather than back in the USA. Being in the sun has always been such a big part of my life. I am a true beach bum at heart. Now I need to visit and stay in more moderate climates and stay out of the mid-day sun. I’m still blessed with good skin, but I will have to be more careful now.
Ocelot had their 1-Year Anniversary Party this week and were giving away free drinks. I went with a lady friend of mine, Barb, who I met through yoga. We had a good time and it was nice to see such a mixture of people from 21-80! My........there are a lot of “old fart” ex-pats here in Antigua! I spent a good deal of the day with Barb, and we had dinner at Hector’s. This turned out to be a huge and expensive disappointment for me. I ordered grilled shrimp. It was the whole damn shrimp, head and all and in an awful Creole sauce. No rice or salad, and they charged $20 USD! Today I splurged and had a burger at Epicure with Chris my neighbor and Scott, a Spanish student.
My friend returned form the states today and brought me back new clothes. Some fit and some did not. I had ordered on-line and had them shipped to his address. He had 3-suitcases full of stuff he brought back to make life here a tad more comfortable.
It’s been nice this week to not have Spanish Classes. I think I will wait until have Samana Santa, Holy Week, before starting again. First time since I have been here, but I actually had one day where I had nothing going on. I slept late, wrote in my blog, and spent a lot of time at the puppy shelter. As usual I have a pretty social and busy life. I went to yoga twice this week and started working out again. My cute little legs are going to be sore.
I also had to see a dermatologist due to my skin irritation form the trip. I had a slight case of dermatitis and he also discovered a couple of pre-cancer spots that needed to be cut out. I’m glad I got it taken care of. I didn’t expect this to happen, but in the long run, I am sure it is cheaper to have it done here rather than back in the USA. Being in the sun has always been such a big part of my life. I am a true beach bum at heart. Now I need to visit and stay in more moderate climates and stay out of the mid-day sun. I’m still blessed with good skin, but I will have to be more careful now.
Ocelot had their 1-Year Anniversary Party this week and were giving away free drinks. I went with a lady friend of mine, Barb, who I met through yoga. We had a good time and it was nice to see such a mixture of people from 21-80! My........there are a lot of “old fart” ex-pats here in Antigua! I spent a good deal of the day with Barb, and we had dinner at Hector’s. This turned out to be a huge and expensive disappointment for me. I ordered grilled shrimp. It was the whole damn shrimp, head and all and in an awful Creole sauce. No rice or salad, and they charged $20 USD! Today I splurged and had a burger at Epicure with Chris my neighbor and Scott, a Spanish student.
My friend returned form the states today and brought me back new clothes. Some fit and some did not. I had ordered on-line and had them shipped to his address. He had 3-suitcases full of stuff he brought back to make life here a tad more comfortable.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
San Ignacio to Flores (robbery on return home)
Another long ass day! We all met for breakfast and said our goodbyes to the Dutch friend. He was to remain in Belize while we headed back to Guatemala.
We were at the bus area at 9 am waiting for either a bus or a taxi when someone offered us a ride to the border, Benque del Carmen. 10-minutes later we are crossing another border and paying the Guatemalan Immigration Officials another 10Q. We paid another person 10Q to take us just a few miles away to wait for a collectivo mini shuttle to take us to Flores. It was a hot and exhausting 2+ hour trip to Flores. In retrospect, I would never do this again. Just too risky accepting rides from strangers and I felt our safety with the vehicle and the shuttle itself were jeopordized. I did way too many risky things on this trip to save a buck. It was not my doing, but part of the compromise traveling with others who were on a much tighter budget than me.
We arrived at the Flores Bus Terminal and I went ahead and purchased my Fuente Del Norte Premier Class ticket for the next day to Guatemala City. We all fit into a tuk-tuk to town to look for lodging. We ended up at Don Goya II. Once again we got 2-rooms so we could have air conditioning. By this time, my skin is suffering from the heat, sun and humidity. I am having a terrible reaction and have a red itchy rash on my arms legs and face. The hotel was pretty basic but we had a nice view of the lake. I loved their rooftop terrace. We walked around town a bit during the heat of the day and most things were closed on a Sunday. We had happy hour at a nice place with lakeside views. I drank more alcohol on this trip than I usually ever do. A freak windstorm blew over umbrellas and tables and broke some glass at the restaurant. It was over as quickly as it blew in. Dinner was lovely and at La Villa del Chef. I recommend their Falafel Dish. By now I am tired of company every day as this is my first attempt to travel with others. It became increasingly difficult as the days progressed. My Antigua friend was flying back to Guatemala City early the next day and the British friend was hanging around Flores for several days longer on her own so she could visit Tikal.
By 10 am I had taken a tuk-tuk to the bus station for my premier ride. I was finally alone. I hate to sound so negative, but they do not maintain anything in Guatemala. The bus windows had not been cleaned and you could not even see out them because they were so filthy. The restroom did not have any toilet paper and was a disaster. The air conditioner barely worked and the driver constantly opened his window to get more ventilation. I sat right behind the driver and for 9-hours I had a clear view of numerous near miss head-on crashes. I witnessed him counting money while driving several times. He made personal stops for bananas, pineapples, fruit juice, lunch to go, dropped off the lunch to his family, he picked up laundry, and picked up friends. It was a 9-hour nightmare! I could not get the seatbelt to work. I kept thinking if we can just make it home safely I will be one lucky woman. Well………we almost made it. We rear ended a small car in Guatemala City. Luckily, it was just a fender bender. But because I saw it coming, my entire body tensed up in preparation for the crash. I was sore upon impact. I was the only tourist the entire day and my Spanish is still limited. Everyone got off the bus and I asked someone if she spoke English. She said she another bus was coming for us and she would have a safe yellow taxi pick me up at the station. I gave her my name and she gave the dispatcher my description. Within 15-minutes we are in another bus and a yellow cab was waiting for me and motioned me over. I get home at 8:15 at night and am exhausted, rattled and starving. I tell my neighbor I am home, she says she made it back safely from her flight. She hadn’t eaten either and says, “Let’s go get a quick bite”. I said give me 5-minutes. I removed most of my stuff from my purse including passport, credit cards and most of my money. We walk out by 8:30 pm. Within 30-feet of stepping out our front door and me talking about my exhausting day, my friend tells me to back-up. I look up and 2-men are on a motorcycle about 10-feet in front of us and coming closely to us. We knew what was about to happen. One young guy gets off the motorcycle, pulls out a gun, points it at us and says something in Spanish. I immediately throw my purse at him. My friend does not. She looks him directly in the eye and keeps saying “Get away from me” as she backed away from him. I yell, “Just give him your purse, Chris”. He cocks his gun and points it closer to her face. She does not give him the purse. He gives up as cars and people are starting to get closer to us by now. We run over to a nearby tienda and say we have been robbed and what is the number to the police. The two boys in the tienda say “I don’t know the number and you rich Americans can afford to get robbed”. I’m shaken, we run back o our house, but fearing they will come back and we don’t want them to know where we live. Our landlord calls the police. The police pick us up shortly and take us to the station to file a report. Not a good ending to an already challenging trip! The police station was about what I expected. It took an hour and a half. My landlord had come with us and acted as out interpreter. The police said we should not be out after 9 pm as there had been many robberies in the area. Everyone I know has had their credit card comprised though the ATM’s. I had not expected this much crime here. My little place in paradise is ending!
We were at the bus area at 9 am waiting for either a bus or a taxi when someone offered us a ride to the border, Benque del Carmen. 10-minutes later we are crossing another border and paying the Guatemalan Immigration Officials another 10Q. We paid another person 10Q to take us just a few miles away to wait for a collectivo mini shuttle to take us to Flores. It was a hot and exhausting 2+ hour trip to Flores. In retrospect, I would never do this again. Just too risky accepting rides from strangers and I felt our safety with the vehicle and the shuttle itself were jeopordized. I did way too many risky things on this trip to save a buck. It was not my doing, but part of the compromise traveling with others who were on a much tighter budget than me.
We arrived at the Flores Bus Terminal and I went ahead and purchased my Fuente Del Norte Premier Class ticket for the next day to Guatemala City. We all fit into a tuk-tuk to town to look for lodging. We ended up at Don Goya II. Once again we got 2-rooms so we could have air conditioning. By this time, my skin is suffering from the heat, sun and humidity. I am having a terrible reaction and have a red itchy rash on my arms legs and face. The hotel was pretty basic but we had a nice view of the lake. I loved their rooftop terrace. We walked around town a bit during the heat of the day and most things were closed on a Sunday. We had happy hour at a nice place with lakeside views. I drank more alcohol on this trip than I usually ever do. A freak windstorm blew over umbrellas and tables and broke some glass at the restaurant. It was over as quickly as it blew in. Dinner was lovely and at La Villa del Chef. I recommend their Falafel Dish. By now I am tired of company every day as this is my first attempt to travel with others. It became increasingly difficult as the days progressed. My Antigua friend was flying back to Guatemala City early the next day and the British friend was hanging around Flores for several days longer on her own so she could visit Tikal.
By 10 am I had taken a tuk-tuk to the bus station for my premier ride. I was finally alone. I hate to sound so negative, but they do not maintain anything in Guatemala. The bus windows had not been cleaned and you could not even see out them because they were so filthy. The restroom did not have any toilet paper and was a disaster. The air conditioner barely worked and the driver constantly opened his window to get more ventilation. I sat right behind the driver and for 9-hours I had a clear view of numerous near miss head-on crashes. I witnessed him counting money while driving several times. He made personal stops for bananas, pineapples, fruit juice, lunch to go, dropped off the lunch to his family, he picked up laundry, and picked up friends. It was a 9-hour nightmare! I could not get the seatbelt to work. I kept thinking if we can just make it home safely I will be one lucky woman. Well………we almost made it. We rear ended a small car in Guatemala City. Luckily, it was just a fender bender. But because I saw it coming, my entire body tensed up in preparation for the crash. I was sore upon impact. I was the only tourist the entire day and my Spanish is still limited. Everyone got off the bus and I asked someone if she spoke English. She said she another bus was coming for us and she would have a safe yellow taxi pick me up at the station. I gave her my name and she gave the dispatcher my description. Within 15-minutes we are in another bus and a yellow cab was waiting for me and motioned me over. I get home at 8:15 at night and am exhausted, rattled and starving. I tell my neighbor I am home, she says she made it back safely from her flight. She hadn’t eaten either and says, “Let’s go get a quick bite”. I said give me 5-minutes. I removed most of my stuff from my purse including passport, credit cards and most of my money. We walk out by 8:30 pm. Within 30-feet of stepping out our front door and me talking about my exhausting day, my friend tells me to back-up. I look up and 2-men are on a motorcycle about 10-feet in front of us and coming closely to us. We knew what was about to happen. One young guy gets off the motorcycle, pulls out a gun, points it at us and says something in Spanish. I immediately throw my purse at him. My friend does not. She looks him directly in the eye and keeps saying “Get away from me” as she backed away from him. I yell, “Just give him your purse, Chris”. He cocks his gun and points it closer to her face. She does not give him the purse. He gives up as cars and people are starting to get closer to us by now. We run over to a nearby tienda and say we have been robbed and what is the number to the police. The two boys in the tienda say “I don’t know the number and you rich Americans can afford to get robbed”. I’m shaken, we run back o our house, but fearing they will come back and we don’t want them to know where we live. Our landlord calls the police. The police pick us up shortly and take us to the station to file a report. Not a good ending to an already challenging trip! The police station was about what I expected. It took an hour and a half. My landlord had come with us and acted as out interpreter. The police said we should not be out after 9 pm as there had been many robberies in the area. Everyone I know has had their credit card comprised though the ATM’s. I had not expected this much crime here. My little place in paradise is ending!
San Ignacio Belize
The four of us were off early to another town in Belize. Hokey Pokey Water Taxi at 6:45 am, then an Express Shuttle to Belmopan, and a quick change to a school bus to San Ignacio. Total travel time was about 5 ½ hours, arriving in San Ignacio about noon. We were once again approached by hawkers on where to stay. We darted into a new Italian Restaurant, Amore Mio owned by a Brit named Nigel. He was very kind and gave us lots of advice on where to stay and suggested a tour company to use for a day trip. He even let us store our luggage in the restaurant until we could find a hotel room. If Nigel can get a handle on his menu and great food, it will become a gold mine for San Ignacio. The info and camaraderie was great, but the frozen pizza was not up to par.
We looked at several hotels and decided on Park Plaza, getting 2-rooms. One with a/c the other without. It was a strange set-up and we paid $75 Belize Dollars for the a/c room. Pricey for what we got. It was a real hotel, but you walked through the owner’s living room to get to the hotel rooms. They monitored our comings and goings throughout our stay which was really starting to annoy me when they said we had to come home together in the evenings. The lady owner asked me 5x times if I turned off the a/c for which she charged $10 a night extra to use. I know….electricity is expensive, but I really only needed to be reminded just once.
We managed to book two different day tours for the next day. Me and the Brit opted for the full day of Cave Tubing at Jaguar Paw through Mayawalk Tours. (right across from the bus terminal) They were very professional and I wholeheartedly recommend them. The river was low and at times our guide had to tow us. Our inner tubes were huge and we had to paddle at times. I did the back stroke to get some speed going. Otherwise my arms weren’t long enough to reach the water. I had a blast, and felt like a little kid again. Feeling loved and nurtured on the river. TIP: Make sure to ask what day the Cruise Lines take the day trips here from Belize City. When they do, there can be up to a 1000 people on the river at one time! They arrive 3x a week. The river/cave trip cost $55 USD, taking 1.5 hours drive to get there each way. We stayed cool on the river and in the caves, and a picnic lunch after we finished. Our friends had an equally good time using the same tour company. They took a canoe trip and a guided tour of the Botanic Gardens
Happy hours consisted of Panty Rippers (rum & pineapple juice) at a bar across from the bus terminal. Dinner was divine at the busiest place in town.
Ko-ox Han-nah
#5 Burns Ave.
824-3014
M-Sat 6a-9p
Ko-ox Han-nah is centrally located and offers a large diverse menu, catering also to vegetarians. They serve traditional Belizean food, spicy Asian dishes, as well as American/English food.
We looked at several hotels and decided on Park Plaza, getting 2-rooms. One with a/c the other without. It was a strange set-up and we paid $75 Belize Dollars for the a/c room. Pricey for what we got. It was a real hotel, but you walked through the owner’s living room to get to the hotel rooms. They monitored our comings and goings throughout our stay which was really starting to annoy me when they said we had to come home together in the evenings. The lady owner asked me 5x times if I turned off the a/c for which she charged $10 a night extra to use. I know….electricity is expensive, but I really only needed to be reminded just once.
We managed to book two different day tours for the next day. Me and the Brit opted for the full day of Cave Tubing at Jaguar Paw through Mayawalk Tours. (right across from the bus terminal) They were very professional and I wholeheartedly recommend them. The river was low and at times our guide had to tow us. Our inner tubes were huge and we had to paddle at times. I did the back stroke to get some speed going. Otherwise my arms weren’t long enough to reach the water. I had a blast, and felt like a little kid again. Feeling loved and nurtured on the river. TIP: Make sure to ask what day the Cruise Lines take the day trips here from Belize City. When they do, there can be up to a 1000 people on the river at one time! They arrive 3x a week. The river/cave trip cost $55 USD, taking 1.5 hours drive to get there each way. We stayed cool on the river and in the caves, and a picnic lunch after we finished. Our friends had an equally good time using the same tour company. They took a canoe trip and a guided tour of the Botanic Gardens
Happy hours consisted of Panty Rippers (rum & pineapple juice) at a bar across from the bus terminal. Dinner was divine at the busiest place in town.
Ko-ox Han-nah
#5 Burns Ave.
824-3014
M-Sat 6a-9p
Ko-ox Han-nah is centrally located and offers a large diverse menu, catering also to vegetarians. They serve traditional Belizean food, spicy Asian dishes, as well as American/English food.
San Ignacio Belize
Oops.........not sure if this ever got posted.
The four of us were off early to another town in Belize. Hokey Pokey Water Taxi at 6:45 am, then an Express Shuttle to Belmopan, and a quick change to a school bus to San Ignacio. Total travel time was about 5 ½ hours, arriving in San Ignacio about noon. We were once again approached by hawkers on where to stay. We darted into a new Italian Restaurant, Amore Mio owned by a Brit named Nigel. He was very kind and gave us lots of advice on where to stay and suggested a tour company to use for a day trip. He even let us store our luggage in the restaurant until we could find a hotel room. If Nigel can get a handle on his menu and great food, it will become a gold mine for San Ignacio. The info and camaraderie was great, but the frozen pizza was not up to par.
We looked at several hotels and decided on Park Plaza, getting 2-rooms. One with a/c the other without. It was a strange set-up and we paid $75 Belize Dollars for the a/c room. Pricey for what we got. It was a real hotel, but you walked through the owner’s living room to get to the hotel rooms. They monitored our comings and goings throughout our stay which was really starting to annoy me when they said we had to come home together in the evenings. The lady owner asked me 5x times if I turned off the a/c for which she charged $10 a night extra to use. I know….electricity is expensive, but I really only needed to be reminded just once.
We managed to book two different day tours for the next day. Me and the Brit opted for the full day of Cave Tubing at Jaguar Paw through Mayawalk Tours. (right across from the bus terminal) They were very professional and I wholeheartedly recommend them. The river was low and at times our guide had to tow us. Our inner tubes were huge and we had to paddle at times. I did the back stroke to get some speed going. Otherwise my arms weren’t long enough to reach the water. I had a blast, and felt like a little kid again. Feeling loved and nurtured on the river. TIP: Make sure to ask what day the Cruise Lines take the day trips here from Belize City. When they do, there can be up to a 1000 people on the river at one time! They arrive 3x a week. The river/cave trip cost $55 USD, taking 1.5 hours drive to get there each way. We stayed cool on the river and in the caves, and a picnic lunch after we finished. Our friends had an equally good time using the same tour company. They took a canoe trip and a guided tour of the Botanic Gardens
Happy hours consisted of Panty Rippers (rum & pineapple juice) at a bar across from the bus terminal. Dinner was divine at the busiest place in town.
Ko-ox Han-nah
#5 Burns Ave.
824-3014
M-Sat 6a-9p
Ko-ox Han-nah is centrally located and offers a large diverse menu, catering also to vegetarians. They serve traditional Belizean food, spicy Asian dishes, as well as American/English food.
The four of us were off early to another town in Belize. Hokey Pokey Water Taxi at 6:45 am, then an Express Shuttle to Belmopan, and a quick change to a school bus to San Ignacio. Total travel time was about 5 ½ hours, arriving in San Ignacio about noon. We were once again approached by hawkers on where to stay. We darted into a new Italian Restaurant, Amore Mio owned by a Brit named Nigel. He was very kind and gave us lots of advice on where to stay and suggested a tour company to use for a day trip. He even let us store our luggage in the restaurant until we could find a hotel room. If Nigel can get a handle on his menu and great food, it will become a gold mine for San Ignacio. The info and camaraderie was great, but the frozen pizza was not up to par.
We looked at several hotels and decided on Park Plaza, getting 2-rooms. One with a/c the other without. It was a strange set-up and we paid $75 Belize Dollars for the a/c room. Pricey for what we got. It was a real hotel, but you walked through the owner’s living room to get to the hotel rooms. They monitored our comings and goings throughout our stay which was really starting to annoy me when they said we had to come home together in the evenings. The lady owner asked me 5x times if I turned off the a/c for which she charged $10 a night extra to use. I know….electricity is expensive, but I really only needed to be reminded just once.
We managed to book two different day tours for the next day. Me and the Brit opted for the full day of Cave Tubing at Jaguar Paw through Mayawalk Tours. (right across from the bus terminal) They were very professional and I wholeheartedly recommend them. The river was low and at times our guide had to tow us. Our inner tubes were huge and we had to paddle at times. I did the back stroke to get some speed going. Otherwise my arms weren’t long enough to reach the water. I had a blast, and felt like a little kid again. Feeling loved and nurtured on the river. TIP: Make sure to ask what day the Cruise Lines take the day trips here from Belize City. When they do, there can be up to a 1000 people on the river at one time! They arrive 3x a week. The river/cave trip cost $55 USD, taking 1.5 hours drive to get there each way. We stayed cool on the river and in the caves, and a picnic lunch after we finished. Our friends had an equally good time using the same tour company. They took a canoe trip and a guided tour of the Botanic Gardens
Happy hours consisted of Panty Rippers (rum & pineapple juice) at a bar across from the bus terminal. Dinner was divine at the busiest place in town.
Ko-ox Han-nah
#5 Burns Ave.
824-3014
M-Sat 6a-9p
Ko-ox Han-nah is centrally located and offers a large diverse menu, catering also to vegetarians. They serve traditional Belizean food, spicy Asian dishes, as well as American/English food.
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