Champerico!
I just returned from a lovely trip to Champerico, Guatemala. Champerico is the closest beach to Xela and it took 4 hours by chicken bus to get there. We left Saturday morning and got there around noon for lunch. We decided to stay the night and immediately found a hotel so we could store our stuff while we swam. The hotel, of course, hid some key information to us by saying the showers worked... but really it was a bucket of 1100 liters of water and a pail to dump it over you. It actually was not that bad and I felt surprisingly clean after my bucket shower that night. The seven of us swam for about 3 hours on Saturday... while the current is wicked strong, if you go just a little deeper than the dropoff, the current is not as strong and you can thoroughly enjoy the incredibly warm water. The beach itself is black sand and the water comes very close to all the restaurants lining the shore. The funniest thing was this GIGANTIC pig just walking around on the beach amidst all of the stray dogs. We also walked along the pier where a man was net fishing. He caught this huge fish and placed it in a tire to store. While I was standing there, it jumped out of the tire and was flopping on the pier. So I helped my catching the fish and putting it back in the barrel haha. Oh the sights of Guatemala.
We found dinner at a hotel down the street... we all got hamburgers, but only Dave, Brian, and I could actually stomach them enough to finish them. The worst hamburger I have ever had in my life... but I don't eat fast food burgers, so I don't know the comparison. While we were walking down the street, people were staring and pointing at us like we were complete aliens. The bus guy was shocked that we were not getting on the last bus out of there. We got some provisions and spent the night in our hotel room because we figured that it was safer to do that. One of the hotel guys stayed outside our rooms all night and even went to get us beer whenever we ran out. Good times.
On Sunday, we hung out, had a beans, eggs, and tortillas for bfast, as we do every meal, and had one last swim before leaving. We found some public showers which were actually very nice that all the girls used before heading out. The ride back was hysterical because the chicken bus was waaaaaay crowded. I was sitting 8 across in seats meant for 4 adults, 6 kids max. The woman next to me also had a chicken in a basket that she placed under my feet so I had to sit with my legs tucked above the chicken while it squawked away. We got back around 6 so I was home in time to have dinner with my family and rest up before starting classes for the week. All in all, an excellent weekend.
We found dinner at a hotel down the street... we all got hamburgers, but only Dave, Brian, and I could actually stomach them enough to finish them. The worst hamburger I have ever had in my life... but I don't eat fast food burgers, so I don't know the comparison. While we were walking down the street, people were staring and pointing at us like we were complete aliens. The bus guy was shocked that we were not getting on the last bus out of there. We got some provisions and spent the night in our hotel room because we figured that it was safer to do that. One of the hotel guys stayed outside our rooms all night and even went to get us beer whenever we ran out. Good times.
On Sunday, we hung out, had a beans, eggs, and tortillas for bfast, as we do every meal, and had one last swim before leaving. We found some public showers which were actually very nice that all the girls used before heading out. The ride back was hysterical because the chicken bus was waaaaaay crowded. I was sitting 8 across in seats meant for 4 adults, 6 kids max. The woman next to me also had a chicken in a basket that she placed under my feet so I had to sit with my legs tucked above the chicken while it squawked away. We got back around 6 so I was home in time to have dinner with my family and rest up before starting classes for the week. All in all, an excellent weekend.
posted by Sarah at 9:13 AM
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So this gigantic pig... was it mean? My grandparents used to have this giant pig on their farm, and it was evil. Seriously, one of the only memories I have from their farm as a wee little thing is this evil gigantic pig that would make mean sounding noises. Anyway... figured I would throw that out there.
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