The Great Margration

Stories of my life on the road.

Leaving Sri Lanka March 20, 2013

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I last wrote soon after we arrived in Arugam Bay. Somehow, almost a week later, I have little to report beyond some pretty boring accounts of major relaxation. We filled our days with playing at the beach, reading, sleeping, and cribbage. It was amazing. We moved from our tree house room to one on the beach. ImageImage

View from the bed.

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Charles did a bunch of surfing.

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Here’s videographic proof of him standing up on the board. I decided to be nice and not post any of the other ten clips I have of him just falling a lot.

http://youtu.be/3m0HTLm8BtE

There were lots of cool boats. Image

On our last full day, we rented some scooters and motored over to a place called Kudimbigala, which is an old buddhist hermitage built in 246 B.C. amongst a bunch of caves. Very cool.

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The front of me, and the back of a religiously significant statue.

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Little temple built under a rock.

 

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Piles of rocks.

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Sweaty view from the top.

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Yesterday we suffered through another long day of bus riding to get back to Kandy, where we’re completing the final step necessary to get our Indian visas.

Today is my birthday in Sri Lanka! We had a nice climb up some hills in Kandy after breakfast.

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And then had some dosai for lunch. I love the food here.

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This evening we’ll pick up our passports, then go back to Colombo. We’re pampering ourselves with a night spent half-sleeping in airport chairs before a 5am flight out of Sri Lanka.

Next up, more beach time in Arambol, Goa!

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Long Road to the Sea March 14, 2013

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So begins the next chapter in my book of world exploration/domination. Charles and I set off from San Francisco on the 6th of March, one day late because of a flight delay. Also, as a result of this delay, we had an unexpected day in Singapore. The airlines put us up in a decent joint and fed us, so that was nice. We did some wandering about and decided that one day was all we needed to get our fill of Singapore.

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One glass of the signature drink, the Singapore Sling, was also quite enough for my lifetime.

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Late on the night of the 8th, we flew to Colombo, Sri Lanka. Our plan here was to get the required visa to gain us entry into India, then hightail for the beach on the opposite coast. Long story short, we totally blew it by not applying for the visas while stateside, and were faced with the prospect of spending a lot more time in Sri Lanka that originally planned. Hard to complain about being “forced” to sit on the beach for a week, though, really. We had two days to check out Colombo, which is a big crazy city. Great if you’re into that sort of thing. I eased myself into the experience with some local beer.

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We took an afternoon train to the hills in the middle of the country to a town called Kandy.

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Here were able to submit our Indian visa applications, which will be available for pick up on the 20th. Kandy is a pretty town, though. Won’t mind stopping back through in a few days.

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Early on the morning of the 12th, we got on a bus going in the direction of the east coast. It was a loooong, hot, crowded journey, but we finally arrived after dark in the village of Arugam Bay. It’s finally starting to feel like vacation, although Charles found some work during a beach walk, helping some local fishermen. Some people just don’t know how to relax, I guess.

There was a beautiful sunrise this morning.

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We’re staying in a room on stilts, and our balcony is in some trees. It’s amazing.

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That’s all for now. We’ll be here in Arugam Bay for 3 more days, then back to Kandy to get our passports and make our way to India. More soon.

 

Nica November 17, 2010

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Hey! Can anyone believe how totally November it is already? Me neither.

Here I am in Nicaragua, and it’s pretty great.  At the end of my last blog, I was getting ready to leave Granada.  I arrived safely in San Juan del Sur weekend before last, and have been enjoying this small Pacific beach town quite a lot.  From talking to people, it seems that they either hate this place or love it.  In fact, the Nicas are lovely but there’s definitely a pretty hardcore surfer/party scene here.  I can see how it could get annoying, but it´s not bad in small doses.  There are a lot of English-speaking folks who have settled here semi-permanently, which means that it´s possible to find some pretty decent hummus.  Without question, the highlight so far was leaving SJdS for Isla de Ometepe, a pair of conjoined volcanic islands: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ometepe .

On the island, I stayed at an organic coffee cooperative called Finca Magdalena, which had the most amazing coffee I have ever tasted.  The finca was located at the base of the smaller volcano – Maderas.  The two volcanoes are quite different, Conception being younger and more active, and Maderas being older and covered in cloud forest.  I decided to hike Maderas because there were promises of a lagoon in the crater to swim in after the tough hike.  Switchbacks are not a luxury afforded to hikers of this mountain, and we gained just over 4500 feet in less than 3.5 miles.  Experiences like that are always worth it, though, and this was no exception.  The next day I checked out some Mayan petroglyphs and some mineral springs before heading home with about 2000 new mosquito bites on each of my lower extremities.  I owe some deity much thanks if I don´t contract The Dengue in the next week or so.

This week, along with my Spanish classes, I´ve been amping up the physical activity with yoga classes and hiking the hills around town in preparation for climbing some Nica and Guatemalan volcanos over the next several weeks.  On the list is Tajumulco, the tallest volcano in Central America, at 13,845 ft.  Wish me luck.

Volcans Conception and Maderas as seen from San Jorge

Friendly bug

Mayan petroglyphs

Cacao – tastes nothing like chocolate, but is amazing.

Post swim in crater lake, happy to be there.

Signs posted all over Ometepe, many of them pointing, unaccountably, in opposite directions.  Point well taken.

San Juan del Sur as seen from the hills

 

Turtle Power November 7, 2010

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For the last three weeks I´ve  been living on Playa Camaronal, a secluded beach on the Nicoya Peninsula of Costa Rica.  My days pretty much consisted of several hours of manual labor, lots of trash clean up, reading in a hammock, rice and beans, beans and rice, rice and beans, going to sleep early, and waking up in the middle of the night to walk on the beach for three hour shifts.  Working with the turtles has been a spectacular experience.  Their plight is pretty desperate, and I definitely saw why.  We were tasked with trying to save the turtle eggs from poachers and animals.  The poachers would hide in the trees lining the beach, and run out to dig up the nests before we could get to them.  They can sell the eggs for around $20 per nest of around 100 eggs.  It´s a valuable source of income for the very poor people living near the beach.  The racoons find the eggs to be quite hard to resist as well, and I can´t really fault them – circle of life and everything.  The problem is that only one hatched turtle in several thousand will reach maturity, so every little ping pong ball of turtle goo is precious.  Can´t we all just get along?

At the end of last week, my new friend Anne (from Deutschland) decided to tag along with me to Nicaragua.  We had a pretty typically stressful experience – I kept trying to get on the wrong busses, and she got hosed by money changers at the border – but we arrived otherwise intact and have been exploring Grenada for the past several days.  Tomorrow morning we´ll go to San Juan del Sur where I´ll have more Spanish class and surfing for the next two weeks.

Some pictures:

Home in Camaronal

Perk of walking the beach from 3-6 am.

Babies!

First sunrise babies.

These things liked to divebomb us at night.

Getting ready to walk in crazy rain.  You´ve seriously never seen it rain this hard.

Daytime turtle – not a common sight.

Nest – Olive Ridley turtle

Shower iguana.

Slogging across the Nica border.

From the tallest church tower in Grenada.

On the chicken bus with Anne.

 

 

Week Two in BDT October 18, 2010

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Hola!  Had another great week in Bocas.  As I may have mentioned, I loved the open water diving course, so I decided to go for the advanced open water  certification this past week.  Aquisition of this certification basically just involves having 5 more dives: one has to focus on navigation, and one on deep diving, but the other three you pick from a variety of options.  It turns out that navigation is not my strongest suit – we ended up surfacing quite a ways from the boat, but we could at least see that boat, so I figure that´s good enough? 

 The deep dive was interesting.  The idea is to see if you can handle the increased nitrogen situation that happens at depths of close to 30m.  At the bottom, my instructor signed me a couple of simple math equations, and I got them both correct.  Then she cracked some eggs, and we tossed them around for a bit – the increased pressure makes them cohesive and buoyant.  On the way up, we passed a juvenile manta ray. Learned that it´s hard to squeal when you have a mouth full of rubber.

The next dive I chose was one to help me improve my buoyancy control – trying to hover in place, and swim through different hoops.  Also not a strong suit of mine at the moment, but oh well.  I did a fish identification dive, which was cool as well.  Saw lots of fish, vaguely remembered my instructor telling me what kinds they were, but had no idea what anything really was at the end.

The best, though, was my night dive.  For one thing, the animals are bigger and less shy at night.  Saw countless gigantic crab and lobster.  I also saw a free swimming spotted moray eel, and the ugliest thing ever – a toad fish.  Mid-dive, we spent 5 minutes sitting on the bottom with our lights off, playing with bioluminescent plankton.  Really didn´t want to leave. 

Saturday, I tagged along with some  Dutch and Norwegian girls to an indigenous community, where they have been volunteering with the kids.  The lesson for the day involved showing them a map of the world.  None of them, aged 6ish to 13ish, had seen a map of the world before.  The had no idea where to find Panama on a map.  By the end of the lesson, they were excitedly finding such far-flung countries as Greenland and Mongolia.  It was such a cool thing to be a part of.

Sunday was traveling day.  I managed to miss my bus by about 3 hours, but very luckily tagged along with some Canadians, eh, who were also heading to San Jose.  The trip was much longer than it would otherwise have been, but I survived.  I was delivered to a host family last night, and tomorrow morning, very early, I´ll be heading to the Camoronal Refuge for three weeks of sea turtle work.  I don´t think there´s internet out there, so I may be out of touch a bit. 

Miss you all, and hope you are well!

Walking to the indigenous community.  They live behind the very small airport.
 Building a path to the village.
 Path to the village.
 Finding Panama.
 Back at the CR-Panama border.  It´s less safe than it looks.
 

Pictures! October 15, 2010

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Turns out I’m not the type of person who takes a lot of pictures.  I´ve managed to put up a few, however, so check them out if you like.

http://picasaweb.google.com/margysaur/CentralAmerica#

 

 

Bocas del Torro October 11, 2010

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Hola amigos. I’m currently languishing in the heat of an idyllic and touristy little town off the coast of north Caribbean Panama. My weather widget says high of 30, low of 23. I don’t know what that means either, but with the associated humidity I believe we’re hovering somewhere around 120. Despite this unfortunate circumstance, I am sort of in love with this place. The ocean is visible from almost anywhere in town, and there are multiple bar parties every night with “drink specials” that usually just translate to free drinks if you are a girl. No complaints there. While I’ve been trying to take advantage of this luxury as often as possible, classes sometimes get in the way. I’ve been continuing to take 4 hours per day of Spanish, which has been pretty great. I love all my teachers here, more so than in Turrialba. Also, since the surfing was apparently non-existent last week, I decided to get a PADI open water certification. The prices for doing that around here are almost unbeatable. Good news! I’ve fallen in love with yet another expensive leisure activity. I passed my final dive test yesterday, and am already planning to squeeze in the advanced open water certification before I leave next weekend.
Diving is ridiculously fantastic. One thing I love is that it has nearly eliminated an excessive fear of getting water in my nose, from which I’ve suffered since a swimming pool incident at age 5. Part of the class involves losing your mask and regulator (breathing apparatus) while in open water, then recovering them. The first time I did it, I was certain I would die – from panic if not drowning – but by the second time it was no big deal. Psychological hurdles aside, being deep underwater is one of the most peaceful, beautiful experiences I’ve had. My instructor told me about swimming with whale sharks in Honduras, immediately after which I will die a happy, fulfilled person. Don’t worry, though, I don’t think they’re in season until January or February. Oh! And yesterday when we came back to the boat after a dive we found ourselves in the middle of a humongous herd of what I think were sardines – many hundreds of them – leaping simultaneously from the water like miniature dolphins.
My new friends here are quite nice. I find myself once again surrounded by Germans, Swiss (German-speaking), and Dutch folks. They are usually nice enough to speak in English, although I can’t blame them for reverting often. Instead I curse my parents for not making me learn German when I had the chance. Alas.
All for now. Hasta luego!