'If you fall, let go of the board and protect your face. Remember, protect your face!'

And so to Nicaragua. Leaving Utila at 4am, after two days, eleven buses, two nights in less than plesant hotels and three 4am starts, we arrived in the beach town of San Juan del Sur. Right at the bottom of Nicaragua, very near to the Costa Rican border. I was exhausted. the only thing for it, the beach and a cold beer.
San Juan is a surfer town. It's full of gringos, cheap eats and great people. I planned on staying for four or five days. Eventually I left after two weeks. Staying in this awesome hostel called "the Surfing Donkey" nobody wanted to leave. It was cheap, clean, had a kitchen, there was a film room and a pool, morning cannonballs were mandatory, and the staff were cool. And just the name made you want to stay there. 

The best surfing beaches were around a 30 minute drive from San Juan, so after getting a briefing from some of the backpackers about the 'stingray shuffle' (I'll come back to that), we jumped on the truck. At first there was about 10 people, then 12, then 16, and so on until there was 26 people squeezed onto this truck. Now this truck was an open backed standard truck with metal bars on the cab and over the back for surfboards and other gear. To fit everyone in, 6 lucky people were chosen by the driver to sit ontop of the metal bars of the cab. And one of those lucky people was me. I was in for an interesting journey. Now for those of you who are thinking, what on earth?! Should rightly thinl that. The worst danger was being decapitated by unruly tree branches and power lines.. After surviving the journey to Playa Hermosa, I was ready to hit the waves.
Back to the stingray shuffle. Basically, at this time of year stingrays are abundant along the Pacific coast of Nicaragua and Costa Rica. These things are extremely painful if you get stung and the pain has been compared to that of a severely broken leg. According to the surf instructors the best remedy is to take two shots of rum, place your foot in the hottest water you can stand and then curl up on a hammock with a cold beer and wait out the pain. Luckily I didn't have to try this because I did the stingray shuffle, which involves shuffling your feet accross the sand to ensure you don't stand directly ontop of a stingray cause it will then sting you, and I was lucky. Unfortunately a guy who was with us on the beach got stung and man, he was in pain!
I tried a bit of surfing. And was utterly useless. I could not for the life of me get the pop up. So, I switched to body boarding and had a blast! but fear not, I have not given up on surfing. Machrihanish here I come! By the time I return to Central America next year I'll be pro.....
That brings me to some good news. For a while I've been thinking about taking another year off from studying and travelling some more. And so I decided to defer my entry to University to do just that. And I'm happy to say that I was accepted into Glasgow university to study economics and german starting in 2014. So next year I'll be returning to Central America and carrying on South, finishing up somewhere like Chile or Argentina hopefully.

During my time in San Juan I finally decided to get rid of my beloved braids. This was going to be no easy task, so I enlisted a few friends to help out. Unbraiding my hair with the extensions in it took hours. And as we continued taking them out, we dicovered that dredlocks had started forming. Not good. My whole hair was like this. I had three choices; dread the rest of my hair, shave it all off or try and comb them out. I went for the last option, as I idnt particulary want dreadlocks and shaving off all my hair was a little drastic. Although I had no shortage of volunteers offering to shave my head. Eventually after 2 days of on and off combing, and what felt like half my hair falling out I was dreadlock free and back to normal. I miss my braids but I definitely don't want to have to go through that again...

The time in San Juan went by in a blur of beaches, swimming, cannonballs, bbq's, good food, sunsets and chilling. I made some brilliant new friends and I'll be returning to this idylic spot on the Pacific coast of Nicaragua next year for sure. And when I finally left. Two weeks after I arrived. I was sad to go. It truely was the best stop on the trip.

From there we headed north, through the capital, Managua, not the safest place to take a taxi and onwards to the town of Leon. A large town of 150,000 people in the north west Leon is home to Volcano Boarding. This is the sport where you surf the regions most active volcano on contraption made of metal and wood. As this is exactly why I went to Leon. I was ready to surf Cerro Negro.

We all piled into the truck, signed the disclaimer and off we went. This was another interesting truck journey. The roads were terrible and we were flying along them at wht felt like 100km an hour. Bouncing all over the place, beer in hand, listening to music. The views were beautiful and the atmosphere brimmed with excitement and fear. I, for one, was stoked. I couldn't wait to fly down this volcano. We were told that the fastest recorded descent was 91km/hr. Which is crazy!! I never thought I'd be able to beat that but I wanted to go as fast as I could. Cerro Negro is a large, looming mass of black volcanic rock. We were given our orange boiler suits, goggles and boards. The boards were heavy and extremely awkward to carry. Hauling them up the steep, crumbling rocks in the intense heat was challenging. The volcanic rock acts a bit like sand, it's extremely difficult to walk on and every step you take you slide backwards. On-top of this there was a forceful, gusting wind which caught your board and almost blew you off the volcano. But, if you put your board behind you, it acted like a sail and blew you up the volcano. Handy. Eventually at the top, we stopped to admire the view. You could see directly into the crater of the volcano, it was a large one, filled with yellow patches of sulphur and gas leaking out of the cracks in the crater. Looking out over the plain you could more volcanoes in the distance and a beautiful mountain range behind us.

Once we got our breaths back, it was time for business. On went the orange boiler suits, the goggles and then came the breifing. How to sit on the board, how to stop, turn and what to do if you fell off. The slope was pretty steep, 45 degrees was mentioned, and the ground was nothing like sand. It was rocks. From tiy little pebbles to stones the size of your fist. I would not like to fall off at hih speed on that. The advice was, let go of the board, and cover your face, remember to cover your face. This, would be very important for me, as I would find out later.

We all lined up. There were two runs about 30m apart. I was in the second one. The adrenaline started flowing as I saw the slope I was about to throw myself down on this wooden sled. After the 5th person I was up. The guide shout go and off I went. Sitting myself down on the board, putting my feet on and I was off. Slowly. The start was very slow and then gradually, gradually I started getting faster and faster. Until I was flying. Or I felt like it. The bottom was getting closer and closer and I was steering myself gently and then BAM. Wipeout. My board tipped over. And I was rolling, bouncing, rolling, bouncing down this volcano. All that was going through my head was 'protect your face, protect your face!'. I must have rolled 10/15m because when I opened my eyes and uncovered my face I was at the bottom. And greeted by a round of applause. Apparently my wipeout was a pretty decent one. And I can away with only minor injuries. A few bruises and cuts on the face. Adrenaline pumping through my body, I chucked off the goggles and  went to get my speed. A respectable 47km/hr. Not bad. Getting rid of the boiler suit I sat back and watched the carnage. Some people flew down, others went rather more cautiously almost crawling down the mountain, I wittnessed a few more spectacular wipeouts, but still mine remained top. The top speed from that day was an impressive 70km/hr from a retired american teacher, followed closely by a young, german guy who was miffed someone 40 years older than him did better.

We finished off the day with some volcano cookies, and after stuffing my pockets with Cerro Negro rocks we headed off on the bumpy journey home. What a last day of a holiday. The next day I was headed back to Honduras and back to work. It was a fun filled two months and a holiday I'll never forget!

Photos of San Juan to follow. technical difficulties. Again...

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And so to the Carribean..

Having survived the end of the world, we packed up our things and headed to our next destination. The Carribean. More specifically, Utila, an island off the north coast of Honduras which is 'a backpackers paradise and the cheapest place in the world to learn how to dive'. This was where we were to spend our Christmas and New Year. All 16 of the project trust volunteers. Travelling on the 23rd of December is a crazy idea in most places, in Honduras it was a complete nightmare. The bus station was packed, the buses were full and people were running, elbows out, (in the old lady japanese style) to get a space on the bus. Eventually after much pushing, waiting, more pushing and a little running we found ourselves on a chicken bus bound for the port town of La Ceiba. After some crazy driving and close shaves we arrived in Ceiba and unloaded ourselves from the tangle of boxes, bags, children and chickens, ran to get a taxi to the ferry terminal, and after more crazy driving and close shaves arrived just in time to buy the last 16 tickets for the ferry to Utila.

We loaded ourselves and our luggage on the ferry, tried (unsucessfully) to find seats stood around for 10 minutes, to finally be told that we'd have to get off the ferry as they'd over filled it and the ferry was sitting too low in the water. So off we loaded ourselves. But not our luggage. That, they said, would be waiting at the terminal. So we trusted them.

All that was left to do was wait. They were sending another boat to pick us up. One that was nicknamed the vomit comet. A little ominous I thought. It'll be here in 20 minutes they said. An hour and a half later the 'vomit comet' appeared. It was much smaller than the previous ferry, sat lower in the water and seemed to be a lot less stable. Oh well I thought. It'll get us there. Hopefully....

We climbed aboard, and off we set. Immediately everyone found out exactly why it was called the vomit comet. It went ridiculously fast, and bounced around like no other boat I've been on. It rolled, listing one way and then the other. The attendant walked round handing out spew bags. Many of these were needed. Thnakfully I don't get seasick and actually quite enjoyed the journey, but I know a majority of people were extremely happy to get their feet back on dry land.

Grabbing our luggage and setting off to find the dive centre, I took in my surroundings. Utila is a small island with only one road running through the main town, it has a multitude of dive centres, bars and restaurants. Tuk tuks swarmed the streets and everywhere you looked were gringos. Arriving at the dive centre we were warmly welcomed and shown to our dorms. Tomorrow the diving would begin.

Waking the next morning in a coughing fit was not the best way to wake when about to start a dive course. Not being able to do anything that involved moving without coughing was even worse. I spoke to the dive instructor who said do your theory lessons first and then see how you're getting along. So, theory lessons completed and I'm still coughing my guts up. No diving for me. This put a bit of a downer on the week, as everyone else, bar one other volunteer, was diving. And loving it. But better safe than sorry and I made plans to return in my easter vacation to complete the course. I couldn't let this get me down and there was plenty other thinbgs to do, kayaking, snorkling,swimming, sampling the many eateries on the island and just chilling out. And that's what I did.

Christmas was approaching fast and the dive centre were having a Christmas dinner for all the students and guests. The one rule, bring a plate or a bottle. Turkey was to be provided. Everyone chipped in and made a dish, and Christmas dinner was brilliant! We even had yorkshire puddings and roasties. It was strange being away from my family and closest friends at Christmas but that night the other volunteers and friends at Ecomarine nmade it feel like a family occasion.

Suddenly it was Hogmanay (New Years Eve) and I wondered where the year had gone. It seems like only a month or two ago I said goodbye to eveyone and headed off on this adventure. It has infact been 6 months. Time really does fly. Hogmanay was a blast. We started off with a fireworks display from the dive centre owners 9 year old daughter (best fireworks display I've seen), played cardsl, listening to great music, at the bells lit more fireworks and of course sang Auld Lang Syne. It wasn't the best rendition I've ever heardbut it did the job. Then to the beach party. A much talked about beach party, the best place to celebrate New Year apparently. And it wasn't too shabby.

All in all a brilliant Christmas and New Year in the Carribean.

The end of the world...

So our next stop was back in Honduras, at the famous mayan ruins in a charming colonial town called Copan Ruinas. Here all the Honduran volunteers were meeting to celebrate Bak'Tun or 'the end of the world'. It was the first time we'd all met up in the 5 months we've been here so it was great to see everyone and hear about how their lives were going and how the teaching was. A popular complaint was that a lot of us now HATED children. Other than that everyone seemed to be doing pretty well.
On the days leading up to the 21st Copan was packed. So many people; gringos, locals, hippies, apocalypse believers and just curious tourists, all gearing up for Bak'Tun. There were performances in parque central, festivals on in the ruinas, celebrations everywhere. We decided to spend Bak'Tun together as a group and headed out for street food and then to a local discoteque with a plan of seeing out the end of the world there and then ushering in the new one at a ceremony in the Ruinas at 5am. And so that's what we did. Staying up all night. Wathcing the sunset, dancing and having a laugh, and then walking to the ruins, in the rain to watch the ceremony and sunrise. Sadly there was no spectacular sunrise. And the mayan woman doing the ceremony couldn't light the fire because it was raining very heavily. A little disappointing. But still, to be in such a place, for the end of the mayan calander, with an incredible atmosphere and to survive 'the end of the world' will be something I'll never forget and something I'll also be able to tell me grandchildren.
The ruins in themselves are wonderful. And while they might not be as grand as the ones in Guatemala or Mexico. The actual carvings and statues are extremely well preserved. The site dates back to AD 620 and the remains of 3450 structures can be found in the 24km area surrounding the principal structures. Its a great place to visit and certainly interesting!

Guatemala!

So after eating lots of food in Roatan, singing karaoke in Copan, and lots of buses. We arrived in Antigua. A colonial style town an hour from Guatemala city and six from Honduras. Having been to Antigua before I new what to expect. Going on my last experience I would be spending a decent amount of my time lost. Antigua is built mostly on a grid system but then it has a few streets that turn it into a maze. It's hard to get your bearings and all the buildings are of a similar style and colour. Nevertheless, with every plaza you stumble upon; you find a new intricately decorated church, a new part to the endless market, or a new pastry shop. So getting lost wasn't always bad.

Having arrived much later than planned on the Monday we couldn't start our language course til the next day, so we found a cheap hostel, made some food and crashed out. Waking up the next morning and looking at my clock it dawned on me that I should've been at school an hour ago. Oops. Not the best start. But once I eventually turned up, more like 2 hours late (there was a few issues in finding the language school) they were happy to accommodate the fact that I'd have to do lessons later that day and an extra lesson at somepoint during the week. And with that I started spanish school.
Throughtout the lessons they test your understanding and speaking ability, reinforce the verb conugations and take you on walks around antigua and go to the markets and make you talk to the people there. It was extremely helpful for me, it gave me the confidence I needed to speak spanish to people because it showed me that I could both understand and form the verbs needed. Brilliant. In addition to having 4-6 hours of spanish each day you are living with a local family who provides your meals and accomodation for the time that you're studying. I was staying with a ovely family of four who housed 6 students in total. There was me, a polish journalist, a german student, an australian traveller, a 60 year old retired american and a swiss guy. It was a good mix of people and from the first night at dinner I could see I was in for a laugh. And good food. After 4 months of living in a country where salad doesn't exist in any culinary sense. I was served a plate of crunchy, green, fresh salad leaves with peppers, onions, crunchy toast and a nice light dressing. I tried not to let on how much this sad pleased me but I think it was obvious to everyone.
The week spent in antigua was brilliant! I learned a lot of spanish, met some awesome people and celebrated my housemates 30th birthday in style. With cake, pinata, fireworks and in true central american style rum! The market is fantastic. I even managed to get a cheap replacement for my broken rucksack!

Early on a Monday morning we left Antigua for Semuc Champey. This would be a 8 hour bus journey and I wasn't thrilled to be doing it but hey, I'd heard so much about Semuc that I couldn't let a bus journey get in the way... Semuc Champey is a national park that has spectacuar limestone pools and an unforgettable caving experience. We eventually arrived in Semuc 10 hours later, after the bus driver ran a few personal errands, picked up his wife and changed a tyre. So we eventually got settled into the hostel, had some food and chilled. The next day we set out, twenty people crammed into the back of a pick up truck for the bummpiest, most uncomfortable journey of my life. The truck moved at such a slow pace due to the amount of people and the extremely steep constant incline. No airflow whatsoever. Combine that with being pressed against many other people. Things get very hot. We were all extremely relived when we arrived at the entrance to the cave. The guide, a small, nimble guatemalan, told us to take off or shoes and strip down to our swimming costumes. We were then all given a candal and asked if we could swim with one hand. The answer was pretty much yes, and anyone who wasn't sure was given a lifevest. And off we went, feeling somewhat bemused and unsure as to what I was geting myself into.. at the entrance to the cave we lit the candals and proceeded with the guide shouting 'heads!!' And then 'left, left'. As the water gradually got deeper we heard, 'one hand up. Swim' and so on. Climbing ladders, sliding over rocks, jumping off things. All into the complete darkness except for this little flickering candal, our lifeline.
After lots of swimming, jumping and bashing of toes on rocks, we reached the end of the cave. The finale was to clamber up this rock in the complete darkness, and jump into, what can only be described as, the abyss. The guide pointed a candal into the pool and said jump here. I was perched on the side of tis rock, looking into blackness a few flickering candals in the distance, safe to say I was a little scared. And I jumped. I hit the water after what seemed like an age and was plunged into complete darkness as I hit the water. Surfacing again into complete darkness, I was pretty adrenaline filled. I was ready to do it again. But unfortunately we couldn't. There was other jumps to complete.
We headed out of the cave and towards the sunlight. From there we walked to a rope swing. This was one of the most impressive rope swings I've seen. Everyone was in awe of this thing. And so eventually the first person stepped up, and then the next. And every person that jumped ended up landing on their faces, bums., stomachs. I was not reassured but I did it anyway. I jumped on and started flying through the air, at what I thought was the optimum point. Turns out it wasn't. I felt myself falling forward and heading straight for a massive bellyflopp. I decided to tuck and roll. And so I ended up doing a sommersault off this crazy rope swing. I surfaced with a stinging shoulder, and to the sond of cheering. The guide shook my hand and called me 'chica loca'. The funny part is that I didn't even mean it. I was simply savig myself from the king of all bellyflopps. We left the swing with some very red bodied tourists. I think only one person managed to land in the water the way we were supposed to..
From there we headed to a bridge. Apparently we could jump off. It must have been like 10-12 meters high. So I jumped. And it was brilliant. So I jumped again. And again. And once more. God it was good fun. We stopped for lunch and then headed to the actual Semuc Champey park. We hiked up for a few hours and were rewarded with an amazing view of a valley with the limestone pools which were filled with the clearest water. From the viewpoint you cold see the rocks, people swimmig and even some fish. It was amazing. We then headed down and cooled down in these beautiful crystal clear pools.
It was fantastic. The only downside was the cramped, unconfortable truck ride home. But even that didn't spoil my day! What a way to end my time in Guatemala.

Next stop the end of the world.

So sometimes something happens to knock you down.

I've been looking forward to my travels for a long time, it's a chance to see another part of the country, gives you a channce to relax and wind down after a hectic finish to the school term. So off I headed to Roatan, one of the bay islands of the caribbean part of Honduras, for a weeks stay with other volunteers and to help out with a spelling bee. On arrival it was raining, not the best but hey I was on a caribbean island. Things would be good.

Or so I thought. We attended the schools graduation, which was a lovely affair with the girls in beautiful white dresses with red sashs and the boys in suits with red ties. We got free food (always a bonus), music and dancing. We were feeling good and ready to head to a BBQ with the vols and their diving instructor. When we got back to the house I noticed that my things had been messed up, it took me a while to realise the back window had been broken into, the metal bars on the window removed and the screen bent inwards. I went over to my rucksack and searched through it. My small rucksack was gone, along with my months wages, phone,ipod, camera, earphones, sunglasses, flip flops, head tourch, pen knife. Anything of value and more. They even took my toothbrush. And things that were in my rucksack that were of a more sentimental value than  anything thing else. That made me angry, annoyed, frustrated, and helpless.

These guys had done this before, they had methodically gone through all my belongings, opening pockets and rucksacks, going through make up bags, small hidden purses. They knew where to look and what to look for.

We were taken by the school that the vols work for to the police station to file a report. And well, the police are more than useless. They said they couldn't do anything and that if we wanted to file a report we had to go to the other police station an hours drive away. So the bext day we did that and they said a similar thing that there was nothing they could do but gave us the report. And that's really all we needed for the insurance. Thankfully everythings covered under the insurance so there's no point dwelling on it. I was ready to enjoy my holiday.

Roatan is a beautiful place, it's very long, thlin and mountainous. There's lots to do and plenty of brilliant places to eat. So that was our plan. To eat and swim. And that's what we did. We ate lobster in a restaurant that had the most amazing view over the ocean. I ate one of the best burgers of my life (only my dad's could beat it). We had the classic chicken meal that's synonomous with honduras. It consists of a half or quarter chicken with coconut bean rice, tortillas and chimole (which is a pepper, onion, tomato salad with corriander and vineger). Best chicken meal ever. I had a traditional garifuna meal which was mashed plantain with coconut which becomes like a paste and you eat that with a fish soup. Delicious. But extremely rich. I made an attempt but finishing it was beyond me.

The volunteers I was staying with live two minutes from the beach and so swimming was a daily thing. Jumping off the pier into the sparkling, clear, warm Caribbean sea was just wow.  

We had bonfires and star gazed. There is very little light pollution where we were and so the stars were some of the best I've ever seen.
It was a very chilled start to the holiday exactly what I needed really.

I also helped judge a local spelling bee, helping with the organization, decorations and the judging. It was a good laugh and we had three judges; an american, a guatamalan and a scot. Three very different accents. My spelling skills were also put to the test and I was impressed that te kids whose second language is english were spelling words like turquoise and phantoms.

The community we were staying in were wonderful and it has a real Caribbean feel to it. All the girls have their hair braided or combed with beads and threads and there's so .much colour. One of the woman there offered to braid my hair and so I sat for 4 hours the first day and 3 the next. It took ages and I was sitting on the most uncomfortable stool in the world. Once it was done I was pretty happy with the result. I was worried i'd look like an idiot with the braids and red extensions but I'm damn happy with the result. Even if I do look a bit like a hippy with the braids and colorful trousers...

From roatan we traveled to guatemala. This meant a boat journey and two chicken buses and the most unconfortable, stuffy minibus in the word. After over 16 hours of travelling we arrived in Antigua, Guatemala with very sore bums.

So now I'm in antigua, I've been here for a week. I've finished language school, and I'm having a brilliat time. Antigua is vibrant colourful and you meet so many interesting people. It's a meeting point for travellers and it has great markets and treks. Ill save these stories for the next blog.

¡Que Rico!

I've made it to the end of my first school term teaching in Honduras. It's been 4 months since I've moved here, and I have to say, I'm still enjoying it as much as when I started. I could even say it's even better than before. Me and my partner Mali have settled into the community, we have friends!! And, well, things are good. My only complaint is the lack of decent chocolate and cheddar cheese. If anyone would like to send me a wee present of the above items it would make my year! Although I'm not sure the cheese would survive the journey.... Also, a shout-out to my Gran who sent smarties in the last package that made 6 volunteers very, very happy.

I've been slacking a little on my blog recently, and as of the next two moths things might be similar as, as of Thursday I'm off travelling Central America for my winter vacation! I'm not sure how well connected to the Internet I'll be but I promise to keep you all updated on my progress and adventure.

I would like to use this blog as a way of saying a massive THANK YOU to everyone who has supported me up until this point, everyone who helped me organising events for fundraising, people who donated money, ideas and things to sell, anyone who helped me in any way I'd like to say thanks! It's an amazing experience for me to have and I wouldn't be here without the support and continued support from you guys.

Last week was thanksgiving, and while it's barely celebrated in the UK and Honduras it's rather MASSIVE in the USA. We have a friend in the community, with children our school, that is from the states and he invited us to his house for thanksgiving dinner. The whole week leading up to this meal I was dreaming about roast turkey, stuffing, mashed potato, vegetables and gravy. Mmm gravy. When Thursday came it did not disappoint. After a long day at school we were ravenous and thankfully the turkey was HUGE. It's one of the best meals I've had in Honduras. Not because it was western style food (don't get me wrong I love Honduran food, there will be plenty of that cooked when I get home), but because the food was genuinely extremely good! '¡Que rico!' As the Hondurans say. And it was nice to have something different. So thanksgiving was success. We left the house so full, we probably could've rolled home.

Our neighbours have moved out. When we found out this news we were extremely sad, our neighbours are a family of 5, a couple and their three children ages 1,3 and 5. The past month they've been living next door has been one of the best. The kids come over to the house to play in the mornings, we end up inventing games like rolling duct tape down the hill outside our house for the kids (and us) to chase. Great hilarity watching two 18 year olds chasing a roll of duct tape down a hill, well for the surrounding neighbours that is... We also teach the father English on a wednesday night and informally teach the children as we play with them. They also took out washing in when it rained!! So now you can see why we were genuinely sad when the neighbours moved. But thankfully they weren't moving far. Just three (very long) blocks away. We arranged to go over to visit in a few days and were told something about a swimming pool. We thought we were going to go swimming but I think something was lost in translation as we soon found out. We headed out, swimmers on, towels in bag and walked the three long blocks to a part of Trinidad we had never been before, we turned off the main road, and continued along a dirt track, crossing a large river and ten continuing along a dirt track. There we came to a clearing, with two houses, two large swimming pools, another small pool, an outdoor stage, a volleyball and football pitch. All very overgrown, derelict and in need of a clean. It was soon clear that the family were living there, cleaning the place up until the owners (I'm assuming its the owners) come to live here, just before Semana Santa. I was in awe of this place, tucked away in a small corner of Trinidad, it must have once been a beautiful leisure complex where people came to swim, relax, eat, listen to music and play football. It was a shame to see it had been abandoned but with some work it could be a potential business again. We offered to help start the clearing process and were soon set to work cleaning one of the big swimming pools, with the enthusiastic help of the kids. Scrubbing, brushing, washing and running away from fire ants, in a beautiful surrounding in the sun was really awesome. We then started the process of filling the pool, connecting the old pipes together which formed, surprisingly, a functioning water source. And slowly, slowly the pool started to fill. What more was there to do than go for a swim. Well more a paddle as the water only reached the ankles. But playing with the kids in this pool we'd just cleaned was a blast. And to top it off we got a great lunch followed by lemonade and free fruit picked from the surrounding trees! After making arrangements to return after we get back from travelling we said our goodbyes and set off home, tired, covered in bites, mud and scratches but ultimately very satisfied after an enjoyable, fun day!

Yesterday was our last day working at the 'Jardin de Niños' (the kinder school we work at twice a week) for this year. We arrived expecting a normal lesson, but we're greeted with the smell of cooking, and singing children. Profe Anna explained that today we would be having a party to say goodbye and this would involve art class, eating pastilitos (small pastries, filled with a rice, chicken mix and deep fried) accompanied with coca cola. What more could we want? Art and food. Our favourite things! After completing the apple we were drawing and decorating with the niños, we were presented with a key ring each from Honduras, a message was written on it saying 'Para alguien especial que le Recuerda Siempre.' which translates to 'For someone special that we will remember always' a lovely gesture and a nice momento from Honduras. After eating the pastilitos, which were amazing, ¡Que rico!We were sent off from the Jardin with the niños saying 'adios gringas!'. Until next time niños.

Photos from 'the late blog'