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From the Guatemalan highlands back to LA LIBERTAD

Written on: Wednesday June 17th, 2009

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Previously I should have runover how I got from there (Antigua / Fire Volcano etc) to here (La Libertad / My home away from home)
and what happened along the way but last week was all about ŽDeportations & SurgeryŽ

... All that drama took front stage and overshadowed any other waffle I might have spewed online.

In retrospect I'm actually glad for the surgery scare. In the back of my head was a doomed feeling all that weekend, a feeling that things had just gotten infinitely more difficult. I felt that the prospect of reaching Alaska was slipping away from me. Maybe i needed to go back to Ireland for surgery. Had the trip had been snatched from beneath me? Hard as it might be to get to the very north of Alaska, inside my time and money budgets, surgery would have made the it unthinkably harder. Over the weekend I got a mail from a doctor friend in Ireland telling me to chin up and that the pain and the diagnosis of one doctor was not enough to go on, it made me feel a little better.

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By Monday morning I was feeling abit more hopeful but when I saw the Xray and I thought things were looking bad again. I had been looking at radia bones and bone info online and my radia just didn't look right to me, but I ain't no doctor. A few hours later the doctor said "I see no indication of a need for surgery". I was delighted, I felt like he handed me back the trip.

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But anyway where was I?... Ah Last week.

Peadar had left to go back to America, but instead got handcuffed, jailed and sent home.
I went to the Volcano again, and the next day headed off to Lago Atitlan with a new friend Sam, from Antrim town. Time was mostly spent drinking while telling travel stories relay team style. WeŽd both travelled alot and been to similar places like Buccaneers Backpackers in South Africa where he worked at the bar, sounds perfect for him. A few buses after Antigua we were a little further west at lake Atitlan, the lake is really beautiful and the local people wear alot of traditional clothing. It is "Zuper"-picturesque.. Thats German, Im just displaying my "zuper"-grasp of foreign languages. Unfortunately I only got to spend one day chillin at the lake. The next morning at eight AM with a warm spongy beer mouth I jumped on the boat to go to another town to get the bus to the next town to get another bus to the border. Then to get another bus to La Libertad, or at least I hoped so. As usual life didnt go to plan. Thank God though, the end of that day was the best part. Earlier at 8am I got the boat and from the bigger lakeside town I found my bus on to the next big town. I had stumbled onto some sort of Guatemalan festival. A small affair, but interesting. It can be frustrating not being able to find out all youŽd like about local customs or festivals due to your limited language or possibly because the local person asked also knows nothing. Even still its great to stumble upon these unexpected events, mysterious as they remain to me. Two buses and many, many hours later I was at the border, I crossed and found there was no more buses to my town, only to Sonsonate. I know, who the fuck ever heard of Sonsonate... It was the only bus so I took it. Onboard I mentally debated the choices, waste a night in "shitsville" or get off at the crossroads and try to hitch "home"....  
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I jumped off at the crossroads and after reconfirming there were no more buses to La Libertad walked a little down from the crossroads and waited roadside with my wonderfully crafted "La Libertad" hitchhiking sign. So I waited..... Then a shout came out from a house below, "Hey man, where u from?".. I was offered a blast of some weed and told that the bus to La Libertad was coming soon. The new bus info was contrary to all my research and given the fact that the guy was a complete stoner my split second hope of a bus was swiftly crushed. A few cars went by, I expected to wait a while, I had about another 45 mins till it was dark. Then some forty year old weirdo American plonker in a Mighty morphin power rangers Tshirt showed up ..looking to hitch as well.. My first thoughts "He is definitely going to ruin this for me". He stood in front of my sign with his hand out... we chatted a bit, I got his story and I realised that I could never like this guy cos I think he knew himself that he was unlikable. Then a flatbed 18 wheeler pulls in, he was only going 15k but its best to take what I can. I jump on the back ....(with American weirdo guy.. ok ok ..Im fazing him out of the story now, seen as we didn't speak much again) ...I jump on the back of the flatbed truck and we hurtle off down the road. Fifteen k or so later we pull in and the driver tells me that I can get onto another truck and it'll take me the rest of the way.
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I swap trucks. This one had a full load on the back so when we take off down the road I saw the branches whizz past my head a meter above. The sun goes down. In the dark we zip through tunnels as the engine brakes belt out a deafening roar. It was quite an experience and then in the distance the sky flashes. We are driving towards a storm and soon the whole sky above me is a constant explosion of light. I had the perfect viewing platform for this storm, but I was pretty sure I was going to get soaked. For half an hour more we drove deeper into the the storm and closer to my destination. Nicely, but not perfectly timed the rain started. Not a drop on the back of the truck but once he left me at the corner it bucketed down, central American style..
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Thank god for my trusty giant black plastic bag. I ran through the rain with my bags bouncing about my shoulders, plastic bag strewn loosly over my head and got only a tad bit wet. Moments later I was drinking a beer and telling my story, later on the storm got louder and I heard the loudest thunder clap I have EVER heard. Car alarms went off and I was again in total awe of the power of nature. Later that night I saw the brightest lightening bolt I have ever seen. The fork was a thick strip of brilliant white and it seemed to have another bright glow of white on both sides of it. It was a crazy storm and went on most of the night but I treated myself to a few beers and slept fine.
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All this week I have been to Physio and even got Neural therapy involving needles of Procaine being injected just under your skin to repolarise the nerve impulses in your body ...or something like that - dunno if its any good tho. Needle many times, stomach, back and arm, and because I told him about my ear infection needles behind my ears and along my throat! Tomorrow I head west into Mexico, I am excited to be moving on again. After an interesting delay continue towards the finish, inside the Arctic circle.

 

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... or these crap videos will seem meaningless,

well less meaningless anyway.

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From joe the celt on Jun 22nd, 2009

Peadar are you still in Dublin just got your email...??? Sorry Steve just incase he looks here before emails

From Ste on Jun 22nd, 2009

Finding Peadar through San Cristol de las Casas, Mexico. Classic! You should be able to reach him on 0719636909..Here its raining more than an Irish Summer ; ) !!

From Des on Jun 25th, 2009

I wonder how much your Micheal Jackson Bad Picture vinal will be worth now????

From Luck on Feb 2nd, 2017

Very true! Makes a change to see sonmeoe spell it out like that. :)