Well today was remarkably more enjoyable than the last two days. For me anyway, Tarrant's general ankle issues were having a right old party today and her right shin decided to join in because apparently it didn't think she was in enough pain. She's been using new ankle straps, she's wondering if they're causing what [...]
Today was going to be our longest day of the lot if Komoot, the app I'd let plan these five days, was to be believed so we decided straight away that if there was a shortcut to be taken then we would absolutely take it because fuck walking over twenty miles in one go quite [...]
I won't lie, I was looking forward to this section, the bit between Prestatyn and Edale, the absolute least. Even before my mental health went to shit back in 2022 and I pretty much hated fucking everything and spent my days on the Offa's Dyke Path Googling ways to not be on that bastard path [...]
People flock to Chichicastenango (mercifully shortened to Chichi) on Tuesdays and Sundays for the huge market that sprawls across the small town. That's the only reason tourists come here really, so much so that the tourist shuttles only run on market days, dropping you off in the morning and taking you back to the lake [...]
We decided to take a tourist shuttle from Antigua directly to San Pedro on account of the fact public transport would required four buses and a boat and quite frankly fuck getting on and subsequently off five different transports whilst the muscles in my legs consisted entirely of pain and regret. Plus I couldn't be [...]
I don't know why I thought Antigua would be hotter than the devil's arsehole, perhaps because I was psychologically scarred from the oppressive heat of Flores and my internal organs were still soup, but it's actually an utterly glorious climate. Hot in the daytime, chilly in the evenings, couldn't plan it better if we'd sacrificed [...]
I'm surprised more people aren't walking around Antigua like they've shat themselves quite frankly, given that climbing up Volcán Acatenango is a very popular activity. We got back this morning and I'm pretty sure the jelly my legs have been reduced to will be replaced with six different kinds of pain tomorrow. Who's bloody idea [...]
We figured as a last ditch attempt to put a resplendent quetzal in our eyeholes we'd go somewhere called Biotopo Del Quetzal and stay somewhere called Ranchitos Del Quetzal and maybe, just maybe one of the flappy green shits would show up, pose for photos, maybe give us a little twirl before disappearing into the [...]
Take a shuttle, they said. It'll be safer than public transport, they said. Chicken bus drivers are certifiable, they said. Well dear reader, I have never thought I was going to die on a chicken bus but our shuttle driver from Flores to Lanquin was an utter maniac, belting around the winding roads and overtaking [...]
Well that's it then. I think I'm officially too old for hostels. People watching videos without headphones, having loud, late conversations in the dorm room, people leaving their dishes in the sink or their leftover food in pots like no bugger else would want to use them. It all grates on my aging nerves. I'm [...]
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