Finally

So this is my last post because i´m tired and i´m grumpy cos it´s already half one and i haven´t had a beer yet today. Guatemala is fantastic, apart from the hippies. We had one camp on top of a 1300 year old monument all night and then get pissed off he was kicked off at 5am by shotgun wielding security. He was a full-on hippy as well, no shirt, no shoes, cheese-cloth trousers, handful of clothes wrapped in a sheet tied to a stick, bongo drum etc. Knob.

Antigua is beautiful, kind of like Spain, and Atitlan is really nice, like Como, without the Italians and the money. Dived in the lake there so now have an altitude diving specialty, but given that most altitude lakes are glacier fed, i don´t know that i´ll be rushing out to put it to use anytime soon. Tikal was amazing, Mayan ruins in various stages of disrepair and restoration, buried in, and towering above the jungle. I think i will need to go back there someday.

Beer of the trip: Negro Modello - we´ll be getting The Budd St. Brewery to try and mimic that sometime.
Twat of the trip: English cockhead travelling with a skateboard, a bodyboard, a rugby ball, a football, mask, snorkel, fins and, only marginally cheaper than all of the above, his girlfriend.
Timezone of the trip: Chicago time.

Back in Melbourne next week. I might throw some stuff up here in the future for the 2 people who have been reading it. As you were.

Death

You have to die of something. Death, usually. Shame, sometimes. A broken heart, if your life is a certain class of period drama. An t-Ocras maybe, if you were Peig´s parents´ generation, An t-Olc if you were Peig´s generation, and most likely by your own hand if you had anything to do with the woman herself. It came to me in a dream however, that am destined to expire slowly and painfully over many years in the tortuous hell that is Death By James Blunt, although not before i´ve made every effort to preemptively return the favour. Like Death By Shakira, and the now banned Death By Mark Morrison, Death By James Blunt kills by slowly but persistantly removing your will to live, one whiny fucking verse at a time. Yes, in that nasally pleading twang reserved for 14-year old girls - and Merkins of all ages - the world over, he is systematically invading every holiday i take. Will somebody please put me out of his misery.

So we went to Costa Rica in search of turtles for Deb. No luck, but we did spend a lot of time on small uncomfortable boats going places. The country is nice, geared for tourists, and not quite devoid enough of Merkins for my tastes. I´m sure i´ll be back, either to pass through it at speed to get to Panama, or to traffic drugs. Separate blogs for those trips when they happen.

as you were.