Ireland

Once again I open this blog to share, summarize and reflect back on another of my chapters in this big adventure we call life. 

On May 14, 2014, I embarked on a journey from my hometown, yet again. This trip, however, had a slightly different intention. Alongside my partner, Dan, we would call this new place "home" for at least the next year. This would be the longest I've stayed in any one place for the past 5 years. At the time, this felt to be more of a stable move than my previous experiences which had entailed the contents of my life to be shoved into a backpack and staying that way for months on end. No, this time would be different. We would have a house we called home, jobs, and friends/family could visit us instead of the other way around. We would be like fully functioning adults! Just in a different country. Little did I know, though, this next year would have just as much to learn from as when I was travelling foreign lands on my own. 

Our new home was formed in Galway, a lively city nestled on the West coast of Ireland. We moved into a cozy three bedroom townhouse just a short walk from where all the action happens. This house would be shared with Dan's work colleague/friend/fellow kiwi/bbq king, Delwyn, his lovely Irish girlfriend/my pug loving companion, Claire, as well as treat lover, but slightly maniacal, ham extraordinaire, Colm. 

Over the next year Dan was kept very busy with his job with NZ company, Asset Forestry, implementing a new paperless system and working with the forest owners/truck drivers to get them on board and train them. I, on the other hand, dabbled into a few things during our time here. I worked a few temp jobs but, after what felt like endless interviews, the pressure started to take its toll. With no established scuba industry in Galway, all the hospitality jobs I was suited for would entail solely evening and weekend shifts. This would mean I would see very little of Dan and would have a significantly smaller opportunity to travel the country we had dedicated the year to see. With the support of family and friends I made the decision to take this as an opportunity to pursue a passion of mine. That passion is art. Drawing, painting, sculpting, I love it all! Just being in an art store inspires me. I signed up to a few evening college classes and got painting. I was accepted to be in some Christmas markets where I sold my creations and was able to take a lot away from the whole experience. I plan to pursue art further with a university course in Vancouver, B.C. this coming year. 

Christmas came and went and I shifted my focus to another passion of mine. My whole life I had felt more at ease in nature and find myself under an instinctive desire to be somehow connected with the land I live upon. For the next few months I followed my little hippie heart and spent some time volunteering on a couple farms nearby. I was lucky enough to meet some amazing people over this time and got a deeper insight to the true Irish ways, all while learning more skills which I hope to put to use on our own little homestead one day. 

All the while, Dan and I tried to  put our weekends together to good use. Not long after we settled into Galway we welcomed the "Red Rocket" into our lives, our burgundy '04 Ford Mondeo. She would soon take us on many great adventures around Ireland, attending various festivals and visiting numerous villages, towns and cities. The traditional music, fields among fields of wooly sheep, and stunning landscapes were only a few of the highlights this lovely country treated us with. 

Now it's time, though, to pack our bags once again and say 'goodbye' to the many amazing people we've met during our time here. The next two months we will be spent on the road, seeing a bit more of Europe before we head back to Canada for the next foreseeable future.

Slainte!

Nicaragua

Nicaragua is a beautiful country offering a little something for everyone. From breathtaking sunsets and big surf to secluded beach coves. A volcano clad islands teeming with monkeys, birds and friendly farmers, to colonial towns overflowing with amazing art and architecture. This country just keeps on giving!
We flew from Belize to Managua and after a particularly interesting night at the Managua Airport, we fled the bustling capital to the more laid back feel of Leon. I was reminded of the many beautiful towns we'd visited in both Mexico and Guatemala, with the incredible churches, bustling markets and enticing street food. We hadn't had enough of the beach yet though, so the next day found ourselves headed to Las Penitas beach just North of Leon. We encountered our first incredible Pacific Coast sunset from just outside our hostel, Oasis (it truly was nothing but!)
The next morning we found ourselves on a bit of a mission to find the infamous Surfing Turtle Lodge. We walked up Las Peñitas Beach and across Poneloya Beach. Then, after some searching, found the little boat that transferred us across a lagoon to Isla Los Brasiles where a man was waiting with a horse and carriage to take visitors to the lodge.
This place was well worth the journey to say the least. We booked ourselves into a tent. However, upon further inspection this was no ordinary tent. - I unzip the flap to find the biggest, fluffiest mattress covering the sand to provide the most comfortable tenting experience possible. And the view of the beautiful beach right outside the door didn't hurt either! We spent the afternoon swimming and soaking up the sun on the secluded, pristine beach and when the sun started to set once again things only got better.
You see, the Surfing Turtle Lodge did get their name for a reason. 1. They have their own surf school, and 2. They buy unhatched turtle eggs off the beach from poachers, bury them in their hatchery, and when they hatch magic happens. They drew a line in the sand, everyone grabbed one of these adorable babies (gently! And with gloved hands to protect their sensitive skin) and we had a good old fashioned turtle race. First one to the ocean wins. Chaos pursued.. turtles going every which way. For some, the immediate instincts of their ancestors kicked in and they headed straight for the sea (slowly) as not to get eaten by predators. Others were not so wise, going in circles, backwards and/or nowhere at all! It was amazing, however, and the sunset mirrored on the wet, turtle speckled sand only amplified the atmosphere. And, in the end, all the little guys did eventually get where they were going, Safe travels little dudes!
Our next three days were spent (in no particular order) lounging on the beach, swimming in the sea, getting in on the daily afternoon beach volleyball, and attempting to surf. (mine were mere attempts, Dan rocked it!)

From the Surfing Turtle Lodge, and one more night in Leon, we travelled through Managua and caught a night bus bound for El Rama. We got a bit of sleep at the bus station before jumping on the early morning boat taxi up the river to Bluefields. We loaded up on groceries for the next couple days (anticipating high island prices) then waited at the dock all morning and into the afternoon while the boat captains debated whether or not the weather permitted the 25 minute boat crossing to El Bluff. In the late afternoon they made the call to send several boats at once to get everyone home or away, whichever may be. Dan and I were the only tourists and where promptly greeted by "Tiger" who introduced himself as the island's only "Tour Guide." Despite our polite attempts to discourage our new guide friend, he insisting on escorting us to our choice of the only 2 hostels on the island. He informed us that the cargo ship we were planning to take at 3am the following morning depended on the conditions of the sea and insisted on coming to report the status of the boats to us. When no boats left due to unfit weather we were somewhat stranded on El Bluff until the following night when Tiger came to retrieve us to catch the cargo boat. Weather still wasn't ideal and seas were a bit rough but about 6 hours later we eventually arrived on Big Corn Island along with the pigs, bags of rice, fish, propane, water, and anything else you think an island might need. When the rain didn't let up we decided to spend the following morning exploring Big Corn Island. We checked out a neat art project that had buried a giant concrete cube partway in the ground and caught the beginning of a baseball game before it got rained out. We jumped on the afternoon ferry that day and finally arrived on Little Corn Island 40 minutes later.
The next few days were spent soaking up the island life! We met some amazing people, snorkelled in the rain, discovered secluded beach coves, feasted on delicious lobster and some of the creamiest coconuts I've had, went for an awesome dive and played tons of cards. Due to our lack of time and my weakness to the waves we opted to fly back to Managua and headed straight for Granada where Dan and I spent our last day together seeing the sights and browsing some of the beautiful churches and art galleries around what I think to be one of my favourite cities we've visited in Central America.
 January 27th Dan bussed it back up to Managua to catch his flight back to New Zealand and I caught the afternoon ferry to the town of Altagracia on the Island of Ometepe. I spent the night then caught the bus in the morning to head to Finca Bonafide where I would call home for the next two months.  Through a Permaculture Design Course, an Eco-Building Course, and contributing as a volunteer on the farm, Bonafide deepened my passion for living off the land and working with nature to create a thriving environment for the plants, animals and people who inhabit it. My time there made me even more excited for the homestead I hope to create one day and inspired me to keep learning and practising new ways to live more naturally.
On March 4th I headed off the island for a 2 week 'holiday' to see a few more sights before going back to Ometepe to finish my Central America trip with the Eco-Building Course. I took the ferry to Rivas and hopped right on the bus headed back to Granada. I spent the day there, then the following morning headed to a gorgeous crater lake, Laguna de Apoyo. I spent 2 days relaxing at one of the lakeside resorts before heading south to busy surf/beach town, San Juan Del Sur where somehow I got stuck for about a week taking in the sunshine, stunning sunsets and unexpectedly bumping into Bonafide farm friends, Elise and Ashley.
I crossed Lake Nicaragua once more to Ometepe and spent a day in Moyagalpa to check out Punto Jesus Maria, an awesome beach with a long sand bar that makes for an awesome view of the volcano! The next day I was back on the bus to the farm. I was happy to be spending the last days of my journey back in this beautiful place and in the presence of such creative and enthusiastic minds! I spent the following week volunteering before taking on the 5 day eco building workshop where we learned about and experimented with all sorts of clay, sand and straw mixtures including, cob, adobe, wattle and daub, chorizo, earthbag construction and some sculpting mixes. We even got into making some natural paints! It's inspiring what can be done with just your hands and the earth. Bring a group of people together, with an array of ideas and the drive to create, the possibilities are endless!!
The course ran from March 25th - March 29th, then a couple more days of volunteering before saying goodbye. All the volunteers got together for a murder mystery night, and we had a pizza night to give our recently redesigned cob oven a go! (We had been practising our new knowledge of plastering and sculpting mixes!) The morning of April 2nd, fellow volunteer, Joey, and I headed off together to Managua, both having early morning flights the next day. We slept in the airport, just the way I arrived to the country, except with a whole new excitement for what's to come!

Belize

After spending a month and a half in the chilly mountains of Mexico and Guatemala, Dan and I were itching to get to the white sandy beaches and crystal clear Caribbean waters one thinks of when there is talk of Central America. We hoped to find just that in Belize!
We crossed by boat into Punta Gorda where we didn't find a whole lot going on. We travelled North to beachside Hopkins where we spent a few lovely days relaxing in the sun, swimming, and checking out the very talented Garifuna kids play traditional drums and attempted to shake our booties even half as fast as them (Dan came pretty close) and trying one of the delicious local dishes, hudut, a coconut soup with fish and spices served with mashed plantain.. so good!
We brought in the New Year on the beach of Hopkins Bay Resort listening to live music and watching the sky light up with fireworks. It felt oddly familiar, returning from the beach to a dorm room with the same New Zealand fellow I had somehow snagged 3 years previous in a much too similar setting in Phuket, Thailand.
From Hopkins we took the bus to Belize City and caught the ferry to Caye Caulker where the motto is "go slow," just what we were after! At this point we were pretty good at the Belizean chilled out beach ways and spent a few more days relaxing, but just had to slip in a day of diving to the world renowned Blue Hole.
The boat ride out to the Blue Hole was great in itself! We had dolphins playing in our wake and pilot whales jumping right next to the boat!
The Blue Hole itself was exactly that- a huge, very blue hole that seemed bottomless. We quickly descended to about 130ft to see the stalegtites then back up. There wasn't a lot of life, just some Caribbean reef sharks and a few in our group were lucky enough to see a hammerhead! We did a second dive at the more colorful Half Moon Wall where we saw spotted drummer fish, lion fish, an octopus, barracuda, grouper, cleaner shrimp, trigger fish and a big sting ray! We had lunch on Half Moon Caye and checked out the booby observatory where we could see many of the birds nesting over their unborn eggs. There was also a snorkel group feeding a shark and a sting ray right off the beach! Our last dive was at a site called Lion's Den named after the abundance of lion fish that had taken over. Here we also saw a puffer fish and eagle ray amung some other cool stuff!
We had one more relaxing day on Caye Caulker before heading back to Belize City and bee-lining it to the airport to catch our flight to Nicaragua!

Guatemala

Guatemala is a whirlwind of vibrantly colored blue bird buses, highly armed officials,  helpful locals and deliciously cheap eats!
We crossed into La Mesilla where we had our first experience of the well-known 'chicken bus', which isn't used to transport chickens at all anymore, or any other livestock for that matter. Only as many people as you could possibly cram into a school bus plus approx. 14 more..
Our first desination was Quetzaltenango (more commonly referred to as Xela), a mecca of foreign spanish language students and a thriving tourism industry catering to adventure seekers like ourselves. These locals took full advantage of their surroundings, with some of the most popular hiking in Central America. We took to some horse back riding then a bit of premature relaxation in the Fuentes Georginas Hot Springs before we indulged ourselves in a two day trek amongst the active volcano, Santiaguito. This beauty was in a state of erupting 3 to 50 times every day! An early start got us up to a viewpoint at around 9:00am (before the predictable cloud coverage) where we could look across and get our first experience of the eruptions. We continued through thick brush and narrow paths until we came to steep, slippery volcanic rock. We clambered down only to be faced with an equally steep climb back up to where we would camp and have easy access to another clear and much closer view of the volcano's crater. The six hour trek was well worth the reward. We found ourselves in surrounds we had never experienced before. No traces of human life, not even wild animals appeared to have made this their home.. we were alone. Once darkness had fallen and the rain clouds cleared, we all climbed about 10 minutes to where we watched in awe this natural phenomenon take its course. Each eruption as exciting as the last, we even got to see lava tumbling down the mountain!
The morning after we returned, we headed to the bus station. Now, when I say bus station in Guatemala I am referring to the mad cluster of chicken buses with destinations being yelled at every turn. I'll just call it a station because it seems as though there is an abundance departing from here. We were destined for the country's largest lake and holiday destination for tourists and Guatemalans alike, Lago de Atitlan. The lakeside town of San Pedro Las Laguna was beyond slow paced, and where we stayed, the Happy Hippy Hostel, took it even further. We gorged on "holy moly nachos" and soaked our tired trekking muscles in the solar hot pools, then took part in the Sunday poolside bbq that served even more ridiculous portions than Cafe Atitlan did with the "holy moly nachos"! We reluctantly carried on from the laid back San Pedro Las Laguna and travelled by water taxi across the lake to Panajachel where the streets are flooded with arts, handicraft and any kind of souvenir you could imagine!
Four chicken buses later (each with equally frantic change-overs) we were in Antigua where Dan and I spent our Christmas, able to skype both our families and enjoy the beautiful city. We splashed out on a minivan/1st class bus for the longer haul between Antigua and Rio Dulce which wasnt exactly the elegant city I was expecting by it's name.. we did however have a whole dorm to ourselves in the upstairs of a meat shop! And the hot waterfalls was well worth the trip. We took a cruise up the river to Livingston, unique in Guatemala as it is home to the rich Garifuna culture not found in the rest of the country.
Off to the beaches of Belize next!

Mexico

Our Mexico adventure began in style. Dan and I jetted off to Cancun where we made our way to Cozumel and joined 8 others on a 7 day all inclusive dive trip. Three dives a day led by our local divemaster, Jose, took us over vibrant coral, passing by swim throughs and greeted by turtles, nurse sharks, octopus, and lion fish (just to name a few!). A week flew by and Dan and I found ourselves in Playa del Carmen saying goodbyes to our new-found dive buddies. Then we were off on the the kind of travel we knew and loved - with a backpack on our backs!
From Playa del Carmen we took the bus to Tulum, a town set apart by its ruins overlooking the sea. We lucked out in meeting a great couple from Quebec, staying with a very generous local fellow who lent us a tent and let us stay on the small campsite he was the caretaker for. A backpackers' paradise hidden among dozens of high priced cabanas and resorts and only steps from the beach! We had a great couple days checking out the ruins, learning to cook some local cuisine, practicing our spanish, and simply enjoying great company before continueing on to Valladolid, greeted by beautiful colonial buildings and easy access to Mexico's greatest Mayan attraction, Chichen Itza. From Valladolid we continued west to Merida where we indulged in our first couch surfing experience. Our amazing host, Areli and her two beautiful daughters did an excellent job showing us around their city which is rich with museums, art, music and a highlight for me was a trip to a locally known jem, the Xlakah Cenote. For those who don't know, a cenote is a limestone sinkhole. Many of which can be found throughout the Yucatan, sometimes used by the ancient Maya for sacrifical offerings. We enjoyed some excellent snorkeling in this particular cenote with crystal clear water and loaded with colorful fish (some even nibbling at our toes)! From Merida we were bound for Campeche, a town whose walls were build to ward off pirates after an attack in 1663. We, however,didn't see any pirates. Only a town with a festive Christmas spirit! Next we found ourselves venturing to more ruins, this time in the jungles of Palenque. We continued to San Christobal de las Casas where we surfed the couch (and by that I mean he had a whole spare bedroom just for couchsurfers) of the very generous Oscar before heading out for a week at Tierra Plena. Where I even start to descibe this family I don't know. We found Beti and Rodrigo through couchsurfing. This couple had bought an old school bus, towed it to their property, where they lived in it while building up a sustainable home for them and their two little girls. They built a small wooden house, moved in and converted the bus into a dorm for couchsurfers and volunteers. Our time there was a mixture of planting seeds, cutting king grass, learning to make tamales (steamed corn dough) and ponche (a local christmas fruit drink), ground buckwheat flour, pruned fruit trees, helped build a chicken coop and even formed a team and ran for then Virgin of Guadalupe. A tradition of the Catholics of Mexico who form teams with family and friends to fulfil their promise to the Virgin by running to a chosen Cathedral, some travelling for over a week! Our team of 4 shared the run of about 24km from Tierra Plena to the Cathedral in San Christobal de las Casas, each taking 1km stints, wearing our crayon drawn Virgin of Guadalupe t-shirt with a framed picture of the saint in tow! Our travels of Mexico finished via Comitan and finally Ciudad Cuauhtémoc where we entered Guatemala.

Update

Well Ive been home the summer and about to set off again now that the temperatures are once again dropping below beach weather. And I guess before this snowballs any further I should catch you up on the rest of my last adventure!

After pre-celebrating the holidays on the road with Mal, Maria and Dirk, I flew back up to Auckland to spend Christmas and New Year celebrating Kiwi style with both sides of Dan's family. Dan had an extended holiday from work so we flew to Christchurch, picked up my car and made our way up to Momorangi Bay where cousins, Hannah, Isaac and Ana opened their family holiday home to us. The five of us shared a week of jet skiing, wakeboarding, mini golf, cards, and good times! We crossed via a not-so-smooth ferry ride back to the North Island and the others went back to work while Dan and I continued to put his holiday time to good use. We attempted to summit Mt Taranaki but due to bad weather were pushed onward. Instead we lucked out on catching an amazing light festival in New Plymouth and made our way to Dan's hometown, Hamilton. I stayed with Dan's parents for the week while Dan went back to Whangarei for work and met back up with us for another cousins wedding in Tauranga – Congrats Jemma and Jin!

A third wedding later we celebrated in Auckland with Chris and Natalie, then the next morning I was on a small ferry bound for Great Barrier Island – a jem not even many New Zealanders get a chance to see! I was en route to my first (but not last) WWOOFing placement (Willing Workers On Organic Farms) It was an amazing experience and was the perfect balance of hard work, good company, exploration of the area and not to mention the best food I've ever had. This sparked two more placements before my NZ journey ended. All of which, but one in particular has inspired the lifestyle I see myself living one day! My trip ended back in Whangamata with Dan and his family, along with well over 50,000 people and 1000 fully restored classic cars, motorbikes and caravans for the 13^th annual Beach Hop!

April I flew back to Canada joined by Dan in May. We both enjoyed the Okanagan summer and are now about to scratch those itchy feet of ours by hopping on a plane destined for Mexico. There we will begin our travels through Central and South America!

A nice visit from some Aussies

On November 28^th I anxiously waited at the Auckland Airport as hometown friend Mallory flew in from Australia with university friends Maria (Texas/Mexico) and Dirk (Germany). In the first week we conquered the North Island. First stop was surfer’s paradise – Raglan, then through to culture-rich Rotorua where we took part in an educational and entertaining evening with a local Maori tribe. We were given a deeper look at NZ’s native song, dance, art/carving, games and even took part in a traditional‘hangi’where vegetables and meat are cooked for hours underground. We enjoyed it with a buffet offering loads of other staple NZ foods. From Rotorua we continued on to the home of NZ’s biggest Lake – Taupo where we put faith in the hands of some bungy cord.. then off to Tongariro. The recently active NZ volcano had just opened back up for trekkers within the past couple days, however, our hopes to make the hike was shattered by news of 90km/hr winds at the summit. We continued South to Wellington, NZ’s artsy metropolis of a capitol. A day of seeing the sights then it was the 2 a.m. ferry ride to the South Island. After catching up on some sleep in the parking lot, the rest of the day was spent in Blenheim, touring the beautiful vineyards and tasting NZ’s very own selection of wines. A night was spent in a National Park up North and another just outside the trek before we embarked on a two day hike of the Abel Tasman - possibly the best beach views I've seen this trip so far! We shared a feast of fresh caught mussels as well as an evening of stories with fellow trekkers. We continued down the West coast, our next big stop being the Fox and Franz Josef Glaciers. After putting on every piece of clothing in my backpack I realized in New Zealand ‘Glacier’ doesn't necessarily mean snow.. Next stop Queenstown where a night on the town led us to a bar made entirely from ice – us Canadians thought we were home! We journeyed from Queenstown to the cute, Victorian feeling town of Arrowtown to watch ‘The Hobbit'- which, being filmed here, has been the talk of the country! We continued South, spent a night in Te Anau, then took the scenic drive to NZ’s legendary Milford Sounds. The tall mountains jutting out of the water was defiantly a sight worth seeing! We travelled East through the night in time to catch a few hours sleep at a carpark in Dunedin before a day of sight-seeing and even some Christmas shopping! (after 3 years it still feels strange in the sun). The roadtrip of a lifetime came to an end in Christchurch where we celebrated an early Christmas by making the meal of Maria’s people – tacos!!