Experiences in Japan

My girlfriend, Tatiana, and I recently spent a month travelling around some of Japan – mid April-mid May. A fascinating, but often challenging country with a kind, gentle, mostly helpful people.

Unfortunately, for us, we struggled to understand large parts of Japanese culture and hospitality due to a combination of a language barrier (there is little English spoken on the streets) and the lack of social interaction between disabled and non-disabled Japanese people. Plus the added problem that Japanese people seemingly speak quietly when conversing with foreigners, but more loudly when talking with their compatriots. We found this doubly frustrating, especially as we both have a hearing problem!

Tokyo is vast, but can be divided into many ‘wards’ or areas and, using the internet, enables it to be broken down into various neighbourhoods or districts of interest. Using my laptop with speech screen reading software made it much easier for us to navigate the city once I had an idea of which areas and sights were of most interest to us.

For blind people, finding eateries and reading menus is a major challenge and, combined with the language barrier, made this problem even more arduous at times. On our first full day in the city, we found a restaurant called Royal Post very close to the hostel where we were staying. The staff were very helpful, guided us to seats where we had to wait for an available table, seemingly the norm in many Japanese eateries, and asked what we wanted to eat/drink. Not knowing what was available, Tatiana said, ‘chicken’ and I asked for ‘Japanese’. The waitresses laughed nervously and attempted to describe the meal choices. It was fun. We declined using chopsticks and said, ‘yes’ to what they suggested. We managed to request water and, in my case, Japanese tea. Both meals were interesting; mine consisted of a bowl of dry sticky rice, a bowl of a thin salty soup called Miso and a small plate consisting of some lettuce and long shaped delicacies in bread crumbs that resembled fish fingers, which I believe were prawns – it was delicious.

Our first meal in Japan accomplished, we continued our exploration – emboldened. Our next challenge was to cross the road and find the nearby train station to go to Asakusa, one of Tokyo’s historic areas.

The restaurant staff helped us cross the road and another pedestrian, who was heading in the same general direction, showed us to the station entrance. Using our canes, we followed the tactile lines on the ground and this led us into the train station and to the ticket barrier. Once in this area, we stopped and stood with our canes until someone asked us if we needed any help. We requested to be taken to station staff, who helped us board the correct train to Asakusa. Once at our destination, I asked another local for directions to Sensoji Temple – one of the district’s main attractions. The lady escorted us to the temple’s main entrance and helped me take photos. She enquired about our nationalities and why we were in Japan, laughing constantly! Once through the massive Kaminarimon (Thunder Gate), the outer gate of Sensoji Temple, the symbol of Asakusa and, allegedly, the entire city of Tokyo, bustling with hundreds of local and foreign tourists alike, we began our stroll towards the temple along busy Nakamise Dori. This is a historical shopping street of over 200 meters that leads from the outer gate to the temple’s second gate, the Hozomon. We wandered slowly along, discovering typical Japanese souvenirs such as yukatas (light cotton kimonos) and folding fans and tasted various Asakusa traditional snacks such as Osenbei (rice crackers) and Mochi, round balls of a soft powdery texture made from glutinous rice.

Sensoji Temple, also known as (Asakusa Kannon Temple) is a Buddhist religious site and one of Tokyo’s most colourful and popular attractions. Beyond the Hozomon Gate stands the temple’s main hall and a five-storied pagoda (a tiered tower with multiple eaves). Destroyed in World War II, the buildings are relatively recent reconstructions. The Asakusa Shrine, built in 1649 by Tokugawa Emits, stands only a few dozen metres to the left of the temple’s main building. Not really knowing where we were heading, naturally, we walked past the shrine and needed help to find it. Due to not venturing out until mid-afternoon, a constant theme during this trip, we reached the inner complex as it was closing. Therefore, we only had time to climb one level, offer a brief wish at the shrine, have a quick photo and get out of there! Retracing our steps through the gauntlet of shops, we became lost as the evening became dark and a cold wind rose from the nearby Sumida River. Luckily, we met a couple of local guys in their early-mid-twenties and they helped us find the train station. From there we eventually returned to our hostel. Our first full day in Japan had been accomplished successfully!

This is more or less how we explored Tokyo and, indeed, the country. We stayed in a mixture of hostels, Airbnb places and also Couchsurfed on several occasions as we travelled around. It gave us some insight of the country.

On another occasion, we ventured to Ueno Park (Ueno Koen) in the Taito-ku area of the city. At Tokyo’s oldest and largest park, with help, we visited another popular religious site, Ueno Toshogu Shrine. A young Japanese lady guided us up a paved path, passing several varieties of indigenous flowers and some late blooming cherry blossom, before turning onto gravel and passing through the Torii (a traditional Japanese gate found at a Shinto shrine) and approached the outer area. The shrine was built in 1627 and dedicated to the memory of warrior, Tokugawa Ieyasu (1542 – 1616), founder of the Tokugawa Shogunate, which ruled Japan for 265 years in what came to be known as the Edo period. The heavily gilded main building, that our companion briefly described to us, is also known as the shrine of gold, presumably for its heavily covered gold leaf decoration. I took a couple of photos before we departed. The information about the shrine’s history and architecture was gained much later. The area is peaceful and relaxing, but since we were unable to touch any part of the structure or decoration, it was rather uninteresting to both Tatiana and myself. However, the park was tranquil and it was a nice walk in the cool evening air. Next, we ventured down to Shinobazu Pond, a large lake that lies at the park’s southwestern end. Our companion departed and, left to our own devices, we slowly walked around part of the lake, listening to ducks and other birds do their thing. At one point, we discovered a delightful secluded fountain hidden amongst foliage – finding it by its sound. I dragged Tatiana over the grass and several tree routes and we briefly enjoyed the steady rumble of falling water before slowly making our way out of the park along a busy road. We managed to cross the road by using the audio crossing. Many main roads in Japan’s cities have audible audio crossings that produce a high-low beeping sound when it is clear to cross the road – most helpful for us!

I located one small restaurant by smell, my nose is extremely sensitive and this is how we find food when out and about. Unfortunately, the owner/waiter spoke no English and we were moved on! Eventually, a café was found and we had a rest; drank a strong cup of hot chocolate and shared hot-dogs – seemingly a regular item on the menu of many Japanese cafés! After walking past several restaurants, we finally became lost and as it was becoming late, a policeman, who also spoke no English, attempted to find us a restaurant. He walked us around a large area in search of what he thought we wanted to eat. However, we were only after food, nothing particular. Finally, a local Japanese restaurant was found and all was well. I think we may have had sushi in the end.

Maybe one piece of advice when asking for restaurants in Japan, be general, if you are specific, local people will try to hunt all over an area to find that particular place for you and, whilst this is very kind, it can often be a little frustrating and tiring! We eventually learnt that Japanese eateries appear to be quite specific when it comes to certain cuisines, i.e. Sushi, Ramen, Okonomiyaki etc.

We coped and as I say, many people were extremely helpful. They weren’t always sure how to interact with us or how to guide, they often pushed one of us in front of them instead of allowing us to hold their arm, made one of us go through a door first, which is polite, but rather dangerous for a blind person, as they could trip or fall up/down steps. They’d often take our hand or my shoulder etc. So it was always a learning curve for both parties. Towards the end of our trip we found people were asking too many questions when we became lost, like: Where are you staying? What is your hotel? How old are you? What’s your nationality? Etc. The police were especially inquisitive after attempting to escort us to our place of residence one evening when we took a wrong exit out of a train station. Apparently, the station staff became worried about us crossing a particular busy road, so they called the police. Kind, but rather frustrating, especially as they didn’t speak any English and we couldn’t communicate our desires or explain that we were OK and knew our destination. We felt patronised, but this is what can happen if you are blind, in a foreign country with a completely different culture and with people who possess a totally different attitude towards disabled people and, in Japan, the same attitude would probably be shown to most foreign tourists. Eventually, our host came and helped resolve the situation! Although even he was asked several questions! That is Japan, a very safe country with a police that maybe has little to do except ‘in their minds’ protect tourists from themselves!

Many locals we met on the streets, in the transportation hubs, shops etc., told us to ‘please enjoy Japan’. Certainly, in terms of eating, we did.

Okonomiyaki, which means ‘grilled as you like it’, is a kind of savoury Japanese pancake, made with flour, eggs, tempura bits, shredded cabbage, meat/ protein, covered in a sweet sauce and topped with a variety of condiments from cheese or potato to pork, beef or sausage and, of course, veggies. It can be prepared on a table with a built in teppan in front of the customer. you can cook your own but the staff will help you make it if you ask.

Then there is sushi: Tatiana’s favourite! We sampled it in several places, first alone, where a Sushi platter, wooden board with a variety of sushi samples was prepared – impossible to choose sushi on a moving conveyer belt when blind! Later we experienced it with several Japanese friends. Sushi is a vinegared rice topped or mixed with various fresh ingredients, usually seafood or vegetables. Nigiri-sushi, which is what we sampled the first time, consists of the ingredients on top a block of rice. The best experience of sushi came in Osaka when staying with a local couchsurfer. We were treated to Maki-sushi, “roll sushi” – rice, seafood and veggies were placed on a sheet of seaweed (nori) and rolled into a cylindrical shape on a bamboo mat and cut into smaller pieces. We made it ourselves and that was the real fun!

I found raw fish weird and nether really knew what I was eating! Small balls of rice with pieces of raw fish – the fish tasted cold, wet and of a chewy, jelly texture! However, at one sushi restaurant we were also able to sample small pieces of fried chicken and they were very sweet and extremely delicious. My personal favourite Japanese delicacy was Takoyaki, a spherical fried dumpling of batter with a piece of Octopus inside. They were especially tasty when big, hot and covered in soy sauce! Tatiana enjoyed Kamaboko, Japanese fish cake and Onigiri, rice balls usually wrapped with nori seaweed and containing a chicken, fish or vegetable filling. We also both delighted in Japanese sweets, Wagashi and Dango – a sweet dumpling made from mochiko (rice flour), related to mochi!

Other food sampled included Ramen, Chinese fried noodles and Soba, a more soup style noodle dish. I really liked Japanese curry, less spicy than Indian or Thai but just as delicious. We’d both return to Japan for the food alone. But also, to travel and explore other cities and places.

Navigating around Japanese cities as blind people seemed fairly easy in a physical capacity, since there are tactile lines on many streets and in public buildings such as airports, transportation stations, shops etc. Plus, when using public transport in Japan we were able to get guided assistance from one train/metro/subway station to another. Staff helped us on at one end, met us at our destination and escorted us to the connecting vehicle and/or to an exit. Lifts/elevators abound and the entire public use them constantly, so travelling with large luggage is not a problem in Japan. It’s possible to have your suitcases/bags forwarded between the airport and your accommodation and even onto your next destination if you choose.

Strangers we met on the streets, in the transportation buildings and connecting underground tunnels and vast shopping complexes helped us find restaurants, shops, visitor attractions and, occasionally, even escorted us to our accommodation. Notwithstanding these episodes of generosity, that we’re sure happen to many tourists visiting Japan, we still found it difficult to really get to know Japanese people and gain a true insight into the country’s culture and customs. My main impression is of a kind, predominantly gentle, respectful, shy, polite society, who are happy to help, but largely reluctant or, maybe, too busy to engage with foreign visitors, especially disabled individuals on a more personal level! However, these are simply my impressions after a short period of travel in a small area of this fascinating country.

After an evening spent in the company of a couple of Japanese friends who are physically disabled, we learnt that although there are practical structures in place for disabled people to access buildings, use public transport, travel around cities etc. The social interaction with, and acceptance of, disabled people is still lacking. A situation that is not dissimilar to society in the UK, Greece, the US and all other countries.

Upon arriving at Haneda, one of two international airports in the Tokyo area, we were met by airport staff, taken through immigration and customs and assisted in purchasing Suica Cards. This is a swipe charge card that can be used on all public transport within the Tokyo metropolitan area. It’s similar to an Oyster Card in London and swipe cards in other major cities and can be topped up with money via electronic machines in major train/metro/subway stations in and around the Tokyo metropolitan area, including its suburbs. It provides flexible travel around this gigantic, complex city – the world’s largest. It enabled us to move from one accommodation location to another and visit various areas of interest with relative ease, although lugging our luggage around was a different proposition altogether!

Although there are many shrines and temples, museums and outdoor attractions all over Tokyo, one of the best activities is to simply wander around the many diverse neighbourhoods and sample the atmosphere. Areas like Shinjuku with its gigantic transportation hub, shopping complexes, bright lights and stupendous noise, or enormous Shibuya, a more youthful area with yet more ear-shattering traffic noise, flashing bill boards and huge TV screens advertising all manner of items, not to mention the masses of huge busy crowds filling the streets. These districts are especially atmospheric at night when people are heading to restaurants, bars or clubs! It feels electric and the train/subway stations are hectic – it can take many minutes to pass through a ticket gate to enter/exit a station!

The highlight of our stay in Tokyo City was finding and being able to touch a statue of a dog named Hachiko! He became famous in the 1920s because he, apparently, continuously returned to Shibuya Station each afternoon to await his master’s return, even after he’d died! We were both just able to touch the dog and explore freely with our hands – a treat for us in a country that seemingly prefers its monuments and architecture to be viewed from afar!

From Tokyo, we headed north by bus to Sendai and spent five wonderful days in the company of Kodo, a local monk and boss of his own temple. He was extremely hospitable, showed us several choices of accommodation and helped us in everything we wished to do. He quickly understood our needs and desires and took us to many places. He cooked hearty breakfasts, showed us many different and fascinating sights, shared his time and knowledge and allowed us to sample yet more local cuisine! Tasting unusual flavoured ice cream like ‘green bean’ and ‘jelly fish’ was particularly exciting. And sampling beef tongue with him was one of my most memorable experiences. On our second day with Kodo, he showed us around some of the many sights of Sendai; starting with the castle ruins and ending with the Tall Buddha Monument. Aoba (Sendai) Castle is located atop a small hill surrounded by woods. Built in 1601 by Date Masamune, the founder of the city, it was used throughout the Edo period of Japanese history. It was partially damaged several times through earthquakes and fires until being totally destroyed during bombings of the city by the US Air Force during World War II. Tatiana and I were able to feel several bronze plaques and statues sculpted on panels around four sides of a large stone monument to Date Masamune. We also walked on the castle’s foundation blocks, now the only original remains of the fortress. At several temples, we were able to feel lion statues, climbing up on steps to obtain an impression of their size and scale. This was especially interesting for us as we gained a hands-on impression of the sculptures. We also touched and smelt many different flowers, Tatiana asking their colours, as she’d once had sight, whilst I enjoyed their scented aroma. During another excursion, Kodo stopped the vehicle so we could alight to touch a snow-covered wall – we had reached a high elevation whilst travelling towards Zao Okama Crater in the mountains. Sadly, the weather became too wet and windy for us to explore any of the area. Nevertheless, the drive there and back was fun enough as Tatiana and I felt the changes in gradient and the turns and twists of the road with its plethora of large hairpin bends – thrilling!

After our five-day all-sensory experience in delightful local company, we ventured to the small cultural city of Hirosaki in far northeast Honshu – Japan’s largest main island.

We arrived later than expected, but Kodo had phoned our booked hostel and the female owner kindly collected us in a tiny car. One night was spent upstairs in a typical Japanese style room, futon mattresses on tatami mats on the floor. Our second night was spent sleeping in a dorm room to ourselves on the same level as the showers, which made life a little easier! When entering any Japanese home/accommodation, we had to remove our footwear, this became exasperating after a time and hard work, what with all the bending and lace tying etc. We managed, but what a hassle!
Our only day in the city was spent journeying to the train station, buying tickets for our onward destination and, with help, exploring the Hirosaki castle ruins, which is now a public park full of cherry blossom during mid-late April. We met a lovely female staff member in the train station, who helped us purchase tickets and explained the process, as the journey involved several changes. Later, other station staff took us to the nearby bus stop where bus staff helped us locate the former castle. Once there another kind lady, who worked for the park, gave us a guided tour and took many photos for us. She was wonderful and went out of her way to take good photos of the nature and views. I take pictures to prove I’ve visited a place!

We only had one problem in Hirosaki, finding internet access was almost impossible. I needed to email our next couchsurfing host to ask him to meet us once in Sapporo, capital of Hokkaido, Japan’s northernmost island and our next destination. Luckily, I managed to find Wi-Fi the following morning and some six hours after departing Hirosaki, we arrived in Sapporo via the Seikan Tunnel – the world’s longest tunnel with an undersea segment.
Railway staff helped us find our host who we stayed with for three nights, again sleeping on the floor on futon mattresses. We joined our host along with another Japanese couple I’d met on couchsurfing for sushi after visiting one of Sapporo’s mountain’s and standing in snow! Our second evening was spent enjoying more Japanese cuisine, this time in a vegetarian-vegan organic restaurant, with the Japanese disabled people I’d mentioned previously. Many small dishes were available for a set price and everybody gorged on Japanese pickles on cheese, fried tofu, soy made fried chicken, miso soup and several other unpronounceable delicacies. Tatiana and I even sampled Chawanmushi, literally “tea cup steam”. An egg custard dish comprised of an egg mixture flavoured with soy sauce, dashi and mirin. It tasted like a thin egg soup, sort of like fried egg but without the fried sensation! It was a great evening in wonderful company and we learnt a little about Japan.

A week was spent on Hokkaido Island, venturing north to Asahikawa, Japan’s coldest city for a night, staying in a quaint hostel completely comprised of wood and had more traditional cuisine, this time sitting on the floor with our legs crossed! This was followed by our adventure to the top of Japan. A long, slow 3.5-hour train journey deposited us in Wakkanai, Japan’s northernmost city, where we caught a ferry for a 2.5-hour rough crossing to the island of Rishiri. On arrival at the port, we were met by our host, a fast speaking, squeaky lady and driven to the Guest House Rishiri Greenhills Inn. A large building with an excellently stocked kitchen and communal dining room. Free bread was offered for breakfast and hot water was readily available for tea/coffee. Private and dorm rooms were upstairs along with the communal showers and toilets. I never found the showers! It was so windy on Rishiri Island that we did nothing for two days, simply relaxed and drank lots of fruit flavoured tea! I did venture out on our first night to attempt to locate a convenience store, but it was simply too windy – gusts of over 50 kilometres per hour according to the internet! Eventually, we undertook the return ferry and train journey to Asahikawa, spent a second night at the homely Yado Retro House hostel before busing it back to Sapporo to wait for an evening Jet Star flight to Osaka, west Honshu. After landing at Kansai International Airport, we took a shuttle bus to Osaka and arrived at our accommodation at 1 am, moments before they closed. A day was spent mainly relaxing, although we did venture up the nearby Sky Building in the evening to check out the view! Unfortunately, it was raining and, probably, too dark by the time we reached the observation deck! On our second day, we travelled to the small riverside city of Minoh and took a very slow and long hike uphill to Minoh Waterfall, which we did eventually find in yet more rain! The first part of the walk was fairly straightforward as we simply followed the river. However, once in the park, locating the actual falls was more challenging as we kept taking side trails and becoming lost. With help from several other walkers, we eventually reached it, but by then it was raining considerably. The walk back down felt even longer. However, we managed to get a ride with the local police, which was fortunate. We eventually made it back to the hostel, grabbed our bags and managed to catch a late train to Nara, some forty minutes’ distance. Again, we managed to reach our accommodation moments before closing.

The following day we wandered into the centre in search of breakfast. A Japanese lady escorted us to a Starbucks. Once fed, we located the local bus with more help and headed to the Nara Park, location of several temples. Upon disembarking from the bus, we met a tourist from England named Tim, and he helped us visit Todaiji “Great Eastern Temple” containing an extremely tall Buddha statue. It was constructed in 752 as the head temple of all provincial Buddhist temples of Japan. Once inside the covered area, the three of us wandered around the main hall, the Daibutsuden (Big Buddha Hall) which, is allegedly, the world’s largest wooden building, despite the fact that the present reconstruction of 1692 is only two thirds of the original temple hall’s size. Tatiana and I were able to feel one statue of a ‘medison’ Buddha, close to the exit of the Buddha hall. That was something at least, especially after the remainder of the temple complex was visual. Climbing up and down the old, large, stone steps was fun. One high step necessitated climbing on a smaller stone slab and putting your leg over the large stone before stepping down on the other side! After this adventure, we shared snacks at a nearby kiosk that sold ice cream and wagashi amongst other delights. Finally, we returned to the guesthouse, grabbed our bags, and moved yet again.

A second night in Nara was spent at a delightful guesthouse made of traditional wooden and paper panelling. We had yet more delicious Japanese cuisine and the next morning caught more trains. Our next destination before returning to Osaka was the small riverside city/town of Uji – famous for being the setting of the final part of ‘The Tale of Genji’ – a Japanese epic novel set in the twelfth century. Lunch was taken at a traditional tea house adjacent to the silent river before a delightful hour was spent with an audio guide listening to ‘The Tale of Genji’ as told via Japanese videos with English translation. An epic tale of love and tragedy, rivalry and politics – high drama at its best! Although the museum staff were very helpful, they had only basic English skills and mis-understood my request to find and touch the Genji statue. When I said, ‘monument’ I was told it was far away and closed. There is a Genji statue outside the museum, but we didn’t learn this until we returned to the train station. We met a couple who were half Japanese-half Austrian and they took us across the Uji Bridge to take photos. They even showed us a bust of the author of ‘The Tale of Genji’, Murasaki Shikibu. so at least we were able to touch one statue of a person of note! I read on the internet that Uji was dotted with statues of the major characters from the epic novel.

Back at the station, we headed to Osaka, where we met our Japanese host Rei, who we stayed with for three nights. This is where we were treated to the unique experience of having Japanese food cooked for us in a home by a local lady – it was exquisite!

One day was spent attempting to explore some of Kyoto via the Kloop hop on-hop off bus. Unfortunately, the bus staff didn’t speak much English and, not only did the audio guide refuse to function, but it also came with earbud headphones, which I was unable to use because of having to wear hearing aids. Thus, this tourist bus was an expensive disaster for us, £22 per person with audio guide!

We visited Nijo Castle (Nijojo), which was interesting and offered a much better audio guide. I walked around some of the gardens briefly in the 30 degree C heat and met a couple of different foreign tourists. People gave me directions to the Ninomaru Palace and I was able to take photos using the information from the audio guide. We spent the evening hiking up the mountain that contains Fushimi Inari Taisha – the head shrine of the Inari. The shrine sits at the base of a 233-metre-high mountain with the same name. Its slope is lined with hundreds of Torii gates! Since early Japan, Inari has been seen as the patron of business, and merchants and manufacturers have traditionally worshipped Inari. Each of the torii at Fushimi Inari Taisha is donated by a Japanese business. Although, Inari is the god of rice.
The air became cooler the further and higher we climbed. I managed, with help, to find a fox statue for Tatiana to touch and for me to take yet more photos. We arrived back in Osaka late and worried the hell out of Rei. One final day was spent relaxing before we ventured to Kobe for two nights and couchsurfed with a guy from England, who’d been living in Japan for several years. This accommodation was another traditional Japanese house with wooden floors and rather thin walls. Japanese ornaments littered the lounge and I found a paper lantern in our makeshift bedroom. We wandered into Kobe on our second afternoon and, with yet more local assistance, located the delightful Nunobiki Falls – 43 metres high and rather loud! Once our companion had deposited us at the entrance to a park and we’d shaken off the unwanted attention of another local, we followed a gravel trail towards the water’s sound. Tapping with our canes, we eventually found a wooden staircase and ascended. At the top, we continued towards the sound of falling water, using the rough wooden hand rail as a guide. Once in front of the falls, we stood and simply enjoyed the crescendo of crashing water. After a delightful thirty minutes of peaceful, comforting immersion into our own thoughts, we retraced our steps, headed into the nearest train station and went to the centre to find dinner.

Early the following morning we flew back to Tokyo, spent a day sleeping in the airport, before our long night flight back to the UK and Greece, respectively.

Travelling around Japan was fun, challenging, at times stressful as we had too much luggage, kept moving locations too often, didn’t understand the language and, at times, couldn’t hear conversation from our hosts or people on the streets, which made life more frustrating. For any return trip to Japan, we would stay longer in each place, have better accommodation booked in advance and undertake further research before travelling. Learning more Japanese words and phrases might also be useful!

The food, as mentioned, is fantastic and delicious. The people; kind, gentle and mostly helpful, but we felt they lacked real warmth towards us and I’m not sure if we’d ever make too many real friends. Also, if you can see, then Japan has so many fascinating visual attractions such as Kyoto’s adornment of temples and shrines, the nature in the countryside and mountains. For us, we found little to touch and get our hands on so our main experiences were gained from the atmosphere of places, the sound of waterfalls and fountains and the taste, texture and smell of the diverse, enriching cuisine. This is how we mainly experienced Japan.

A challenging, interesting, occasionally frustrating and exasperating adventure, but a great learning curve as always.
Tony Giles 😊

Now in Tegucigalpa, Honduras

I’m now in Tegucigalpa, capital of Honduras. This is country 113! Getting here was fun, a challenge and an interesting day all round. I started Saturday morning in Esteli, north Nicaragua, my task to find an internet café and Skype my girlfriend. This was my second attempt to find an internet place, my first attempt had ended in almost failure. I did find one eventually but when I arrived, the internet decided to quit working. This Saturday morning, 7th May was more successful. I walked five blocks from the Sonati Hostel where I stayed and turned left and walked two blocks as instructed. Still no café. I asked one guy and he crossed me over one road and pointed up the street with my stick. I walked up the street and asked in the first open building I found, it was a café, but no internet. The owner spoke English and was originally from Kenya. I decided to have breakfast and attempted to order a sandwich – ham and cheese with no salad. Moments later the food arrived, but strangely with lettuce only and no meat or cheese, I chewed away wondering to myself what had happened. The owner returned and I mentioned the problem laughing. He also laughed and said nobody listens. Eventually the correct sandwich was produced and happily feed, I continued my quest. One block later I found the internet café in question. Naturally, the headphones and microphone failed to produce sound and my only option was to write messages. This done, I retraced my steps back to the hostel and with minutes to spare, grabbed my backpack and jumped in a taxi and headed to the bus station to go north to the border with Honduras. Not a straightforward trip, first a two hour chicken bus to Ocotal crammed in with many locals and other people jumping on and off the bus selling anything from water to mango, chicken and rice to chocolate bars. Once in Ocotal, I was taken to the stand for the next bus to Las Manus, the frontier town with Honduras. This was another bumpy ride of 1.5 hours with more being squashed and squeezed!

Once in Las Manus, sweating like a pig and bladder full and aching, I walked towards immigration up a steep hill with much traffic doing its best to run me over. One guy helped me up the hill, then another officious type asked me in Spanish for my passport and demanded $2 exit fee. I looked and acted confused. Two ladies who spoke Spanish and English came to my rescue and took me in their pick up truck to the Nicaragua immigration. I climbed into the open back and sat on the wheel. At immigration, I paid my 2 dollars in Nicaraguan Cordobas and we continued to Honduran immigration in the truck. Five minutes later customs officials questioned me, took my passport, asked my destination, and eventually stamped my passport and let me cross the border. The family who I was travelling with, a mix of one lady from the US and Nicaraguans, took me to a small town named Danli from where I caught a minibus to the capital. For anyone doing this journey, there is a bus from the border to Tegucigalpa, but the last bus buggers off at 2 pm!

2.5 hours later in the dark I arrived in Honduras’s capital and largest city. A spread out place with little to see or do apart from a large statue of Jesus Christ in the hills. I took an expensive taxi to my intended hostel, but was told it was closed. The driver tried to explain this in English but I didn’t understand. Eventually a pedestrian managed to translate what he was saying. Therefore I headed to Palmira Hostel and stayed for 2 nights. By the time you read this I will be in Los Naranjos, near Lake Yojo.

Nicaragua was interesting, in two and half weeks I managed to cover almost all of the west side of the country. I’m not sure where I left you, maybe in the historic city of El Castillo on the banks of the calming Rio de San Juan. This is an historical tourist town with a beautiful old castle built around 1660 to stop pirate raids on Granada, Nicaragua’s oldest city in 1524. Exploring the castle with a lovely local lady I was led onto the ramparts which give magnificent views over the river and surrounding hills. The lady gave this description. After two nights in El Castillo it was a boat back to San Carlos my first stop in the country and a nine hour journey involving three buses to Granada, Nicaragua’s first capital.

Two nights of historical wanderings, plus a crazy zipline on Volcán Mombacho and it was off to explore Isla Ometepe. Island of two mountains. A chicken bus takes you to Rivas after a rough two hours of yet more bouncing and twisting, then an expensive taxi to the port of San George before an hour long boat ride to Moyogalpa, the main town of Ometepe. I had one quiet night at Hostel Yogi, which I found with the help of a French traveller I met on the bus from Granada.

In the morning with a couple from Ireland, I caught a taxi to Little Morgans hostel on the lake where loud music and lots of drinking awaited me. Little Morgans is a fun place, mostly made of natural material with dorm beds close to the ground, the toilet and shower block too far to walk if you’re caught short, it is nevertheless a happening place. It’s basically a beach bar without the ocean. I spent four lovely relaxing days there, went horse-riding into the foothills of Volcan Maderas one evening, a lovely ride up the steep slopes with birdsong in the trees and nothing else except the clip-clacking of the horse’s hooves.

I made some friends at the hostel, Alex a crazy seed who’s been living in Australia for the past year, Carli a small, kind Aussie girl who attended to my every food need, and Whitney a lady, who like myself doesn’t like men! The first people I met however were Jessie and West, a funny couple from Ohio. They took me down to the lake on my first morning, a refreshing dip and a bit of sunburn. The remainder of that first day was spent relaxing. Other people arrived during the course of my stay and many drinking games were played. Iggy from London was an especially memorable chap, especially re-encountering him later. Also two nice chicks from Australia arrived on my final day, Nicole and Alisa. What jokes we told and funny card games were played. Finally I said goodbye to one and all. I remember the final night with fondness as we listened to Thunder Struck by AC/DC during an actual heavy thunderstorm! Then it was back to Granada for one night before heading to Masaya.

Unfortunately, when I arrived, late in the evening, the hostel I visited was full. I found a cheap hotel, but no English and was a struggle to find places or internet cafés. Alas, with the slight disappointment of Malaya and not finding much of interest I continued to the hot streets of Leon. Staying at Big Foot hostel not only meant meeting old friends again but allowed me to climb Cerro Negro volcano and try my hand at Sand Boarding.

A bus picked up people from the hostel and a 45 minute ride took everyone to the national park. It’s 31 dollars to sand board, another 5 dollars to enter the park and another 5 more dollars if you want someone to carry your board up the hill. A lovely funny Swiss guy took my board up for me and dragged me up the mountain, which for most people takes roughly an hour to climb. Once at the top, panting and out of breath, I put on my jump suit, walked down part of the black ash and stone covered mountain and waited for the fun to begin. When my turn came, I sat on the end of my board which had wooden ridges along it, took hold of a triangle-shaped handle attached to the board rope and put my feet either side of the board on the ground and pushed off. Immediately, having not gone three metres, I fell off and rolled in the stones! Not bad for a beginner. Laughing I picked myself up, sat back on the board and began again. If you keep your body weight forward you can go slowly and control your speed. The further back you lean the faster you go down the hill. The run is mostly straight but the board likes to go left or right. In order to keep the board straight you need to tap one foot on the ground, the right foot if it goes left and the left foot if it veers right. The faster you go the more it tries to change direction. About half way I fell off again and rolled three times, sliding in the gravel. I managed to keep hold of the board and after digging it out of the stones remounted and continued. After the half way point the hill gets a little steeper. I leaned back too far and began going too fast for me to control the board. I finally went left tipped over, landed extremely hard on my left shoulder, bounced a second time and rolled a further three times before sliding to a stop. I sat up and sat still. My left shoulder hurt. I mean really hurt. I didn’t make a sound, I just sat there for maybe five minutes. Thinking this might be broken. I eventually bounced down the remainder of the hill where the others met me. One girl put warm water on it and another asked me if I could move it. When I tried moving it backwards it was OK, but moving it forwards hurt like hell. A doctor later checked it out and gave me pain relief. I continued travelling…

Costa Rica, country 111

I’m now in Costa Rica, country 111. The last 10 or so days have been interesting and full of adventure. Upon leaving Santiago in central Panama I took a four hour bus trip to David, Panama´s second city, then a local bus for an hour’s ride into the beautiful fresh aired mountains. Destination Boquete. It’s a backpacking haunt within a smallish city lined with restaurants, bars, cafés and many hostels to cater for all. I was staying at Hostel Nomba, half way up the large and long mountain. A taxi from downtown to the destination cost me 2 US dollars, Panama’s current currency. Nomba is a smallish hostel with a couple of dorm rooms and several privates. It’s run by an interesting American named Ryan in his late 30s. He likes to become friendly with his guests and is a character. It’s run with few staff, mostly volunteers, so things don´t always get done as efficiently as some guests might like, but it is a fairly cheap option in a quiet area and has breakfast included and a bar-restaurant most evenings.

People visited Boquete for hiking the mountain trails. This was my plan. However, upon alighting from a taxi to hike the Quetzal trail, one of the area’s most challenging and more well known, I was promptly told I couldn’t under any circumstances hike, too dangerous!! I returned to the hostel, gained directions to a nearby river and set off down the road, cane in hand, walking along the road edge. Many of Panama´s cities and town don´t have pavements. I followed the road and continued walking when it veered right. 10 minutes trekking took me across the metal bridge I’d previously crossed by taxi. I listened the gentle flow of the river and followed across the bridge and up the rolling hills into the mountains. An hour of walking-climbing took me into more open countryside and farm land. This I discovered when asking directions from a nearby motorist. I was told the gradients increased from this point and was offered a ride back into town. I was dropped near a paved footpath, which I followed using the sound of the traffic to guide me, this had me in the centre within 15 minutes. Once in town I found a ´Fonda´ – a local Panamanian restaurant which serves rice, beans, chicken, chicken or beef soups and a variety of other local cuisine. They´re extremely cheap and a good place to met locals and practice some Spanish! I attempted to do a rafting trip and also a zipline canopy tour, the rafting was cancelled due to lack of water in the river and the zipline company refused to take me on the grounds of not being experienced enough with blind people. I considered it their loss of money and continued my adventures.

I met several German couples at the hostel and the odd American or two. One afternoon an interesting, friendly German couple, Ryan, the hostel owner, and I went to the nearby natural hot springs. Ryan charged too much, but he drove us there and back and spent four hours with us, so I suppose the 29 dollars was okay. The hot springs only costs 1 dollar to enter. Natural rock surrounds a pool of hot water, which leads from a small flowing river containing much cooler water. I had a dip in both cool and hot water, before taking a horseback ride from the local farmer and owner of the land. An hour’s ride through narrow forest in almost dusk conditions was peaceful and relaxing.

The following day I met up with an American lady named Natalea who I´d previously met in Portobelo. She´s originally from Slovakia but now lives in Florida. A cool relaxed girl who likes nature. We hiked the Pipeline Trail with an older guy from Pittsburgh, USA. It was fun, a mostly rocky trail with several rustic narrow bridges with only one rail and a large drop if you slipped! The trail gradually steepened before ending in large rocks which lead to a waterfall. I didn’t hike the last part as it was deemed too rocky and steep. Quetzal birds were spotted, a rare sight, so we were lucky.

I heard a band play in the downtown square one evening and they rocked, but with the songs in Spanish! So after five days in fresh hilly country I headed to the Lost and Found Jungle Hostel, one of Panama´s most famous backpackers’ places. What a place, what a challenge. I took a bus back to David, an extremely hot town and then a two hour ride on a smaller bus to the bottom of the mountain trail, which is the start of the Lost and Found property.  A trail rides its way steeply up the mountain slope through dense jungle forest with large thick trees with large leaves. I was lucky, as when I alighted the bus, one of the hostel staff was just returning from a hike and guided me up the trail. Steep gradients lead to narrow uneven rock steps, the trail undulating continuously with many switchbacks.  Tripping and sliding, my cane being entangled in many bushes and branches, huffing and puffing, sweating continuously, I finally reached the top and descended several rocky steps to the hostel. An interesting place, which to my mind, resembles a castle or more likely a fortress. The complex is comprised on several levels with a main open reception and outdoor dining area with picnic tables and several steps, one stairway of stone steps leads down and around to toilets and private rooms and another set ascends up the mountain to the showers and eventually via a series of rough cut and uneven flagstones to the bar, a wooden shack-like structure. I was shown around and settled. It is a difficult place to navigate if you are sighted, but blind is very tricky. Other guests helped me find my way and at the end of my two day stay, I felt I’d mastered most of it! Dinner is available for 6 dollars a night and food is available too for a small fee. I bought cereal each morning for breakfast, tea-coffee is free. Several tours are available, including taking a bus to a waterfall or a river canyon. Several paid tours with guides are also available. The most popular activities are the treasure hunts, prices being a bottle of beer and drink in the bar. I headed to the bar on both nights and met several interesting people including a Canadian couple in their late 30s and a lovely cool Australian couple. They showed me how to pay Jenga, a brick building game where three wooden blocks are place in one direction, say horizontally, and the next 3 bricks are placed on top in a vertical direction. Once all blocks are placed, the idea is for each contestant to remove one block or brick without collapsing the tower and placing it top the structure. The first person to collapse the tower is the looser! Great fun. There was a larger version, which created lots of noise and cheers from the guests each time it collapsed!

I attempted to visit a large waterfall after being guided back down the mountain on my first full day at the hostel. However, it being Holy Week in Central America, buses were few and a local man told me in broken England and Spanish “canyon too much water!” Eventually I turned back and made my way slowly up the trail. I eventually made a wrong turn, climbed too high, came of the end of the trail and became lost, surrounded by thick trees with strong large trunks. It was extremely peaceful with a cool wind and hardly a sound, delightful. I descended several times, retraced my steps, swung my cane over the ground and eventually found rough ground, which resembled what I took to be a trail, worked my way down and when I heard voices turned a corner and found some people heading to the hostel. I followed them and was helped back.

The next day I again descended the trail and took a bus to Almirante on the Caribbean coast and took a boat taxi to Bocas de Tor archipelago. The name means ‘mouth of the bull’ in Spain. It’s one of Panama’s provinces and has some land on the mainland as well as an archipelago consisting of four main islands and many smaller ones. I headed to Isla Colon, where Bocas del Tor town is situated. I couch surfed with an interesting English guy named named Stuart. I didn’t know until I met him, he’s an alcoholic and likes to take cocaine!  Unfortunately, when I arrived in Bocas, it was the two main days of the Easter celebrations, and in Bocas they were having a 48 hour complete alcohol ban!  This didn’t amuse my host too much! We walked around the small town on my first night he described the layout and some of the buildings as we passed. I had dinner in a Chinese place, which was reasonable.

Next day we met up with some of his friends, Anita from North Carolina and her friend Lauren.  We started with brunch in Boa Vista before eventually deciding to head to BB’s, a beach and restaurant on the next island, Caranero. A watertaxi took us there in under two minutes. A short walk lead us to the sandy beach surrounded by rocks. The restaurant has a large wooden deck over the water, very nice. After beers and fruit juices all round, some of the restaurants were selling booze despite the ban, we hit the beach and I entered the sea after stripping. We later walked a trail through a small forest and as the evening began we returned to Bocas.  Stuart introduced me to some more of his friends and we had a laugh.

The next day I took a watertaxi back to the mainland and a minibus taxi on to the border. It’s possible to do this trip via two public buses for less money. At the border, a Panamanian guided walked me across the old railway bridge and helped complete the immigration procedure on the Costa Rican side. I had been told that I’d needed a flight out of Costa Rica, but nothing was asked for, not even evidence of having had a yellow fever vaccination before. Maybe because no one spoke any English, maybe because I’m blind, maybe because it was a Saturday, I don’t know, but it was a formality.

I was now in Costa Rica. An hour and half bus ride later I reached my first destination, the party town of Puerto Viejo de Talamanca. It’s a beach town on the Caribbean. I stayed at Rocking J’s hostel, a huge complex, which caters for over 300 guests if it chooses. I stayed for three nights and slept in a hammock, not the most comfortable, but the cheapest option. Finding the toilet at night was a challenge. The many guests from various countries helped me out. They have a large bar and play lots of Caribbean and reggae music often extremely loudly. However, one is able to escape to the more tranquil forest and beach to sleep in a hammock or swing with a tyre swing. The hostel is most intriguing, the floors designed in many different mosaics and the columns created with hundreds of small tile pieces. Messages are written or carved on several walls and the large bar is also tiled. Food at the hostel is mostly American but the rice, beans and chicken in coconut sauce is Caribbean and delicious. A 14 minute walk takes people into the small lively compact town which clings to the coastline. Mainly comprised of shops, bars, restaurants, banks etc. The best bar being Hot Rocks, which has lively music nightly. I visited on my last night. My first night was spent on the beach in gentle rain listening to the many Costa Ricans talking a laughing, many of whom had travelled from San Jose for the weekend partying! One guy played a drum continuously, keeping the partyers entertained all night. Many people smoked joints and relaxed.

I attempted to do a zipline canopy tour on my first full day, but again was frustrated by health and safely rubbish, apparently, I needed a specialist guide and one wasn’t available. My money was returned and I relaxed on the beach. In the evening I met more people including a lovely older Costa Rican lady named Petrica who composes instrumental music and plays piano. I bought one of her albums, great stuff. Next day, I walked into town, tried to find an internet café, fell in a hole and eventually found the main bank where I changed my US dollars into Colones, the local currency.  I met a German couple during my walk back and they helped me find the hostel. Later I met an Italian guy who I´d previously met in Panama and hung out with him and his Costa Rican girlfriend.

On my final morning, in Viejo, I did a tour to an animal sanctuary called the Jaguar Centre, where I was informed about slouths, toucans, various parrots, an ocelot, which is a cat-like animal that is nocturnal, and several other animals. These are mostly rescued animals and the centre works without government support and is run on donations. They have their own portion of rainforest and many of the rescued animals are released back into the natural habitat.  After this tour we visited and hiked down to a small waterfall. I met an English guy named Layth and we hiked down together, slipping and sliding over the wet terrain. The final stop of the tour was at a chocolate making house. We were shown how the entire process worked from the tiny seeds, which can be used as medicine to the final sweet sugary chocolate. At one point in the tour pregnancy was mentioned, which seemed a little confusing as I’m not sure of the connection between chocolate and being pregnant, maybe some local ritual! Finally we were permitted to taste several different types of chocolate, from vanilla to nutmeg, coconut to black pepper. Once the tour was over, I was dropped at the hostel were I grabbed my backpack and headed to the bus station to catch a five hour bus to San Jose.  More to come later.

Panama

So, where did I leave you? Ah yes, Aruba. End of February and I sunny myself in the ABC Islands in the good old Caribbean! I spent three nights in hot sunny Aruba, the most touristy of the three islas. I stayed with an interesting and slightly crazy guy from Brazil, met him on the internet through CouchSurfing.com.  On my first night with him, he took me to a music festival, which took place on the beach – Eagle Beach to be precise – on the island’s north-west side. I stood in the sand and wiggled my ass in time to the heavy beat of strange reggae/techno music with verbal “hands in the airs” and “come everyone, clap yours hands and love everybody”!  The fest finished around 2 am. During the gig I met two lovely girls from Holland, one named Celen, who I’d already made contact with via couch surfing and another named Sharon. They’re both nurses and are working and partying in Aruba for a year or so.

The next afternoon, my host and I went jet skiing, see the video on FB. Great fun. First a local guy took me around which was nice as he took the turns expertly. However, he was a little nervous about having a blind person with him. Then my Brazilian friend took over and we increased speed and I bumped and bounced alarmingly, nearly coming off several times, excellent!!  What a thrill and burst of energy! :) That same evening we again partied on the beach and met up with the Dutch girls, it was less frantic than the festival and less people were out, it being a Sunday. The next morning I headed to the airport by bus and flew to Panama. Country 110! 

I’m writing this on Monday 16th March having been in Panama for 16 days now. It’s an interesting country with a mixture of history, nature, jungle and beaches, also mountains. I spent five days in the capital. Staying with a wonderful kind and funny French guy named Oliv. He has a cool place near the main bus station. I also met a lovely German couple named Jule and Tim. They helped me out a lot, taking me to an office to find out info about a tour and also cooking for me and helping me with my emails. I can type but not read as I don’t travel with a talking iPhone or laptop when on the road, it’s too dangerous – I’ll only be robbed!  I use other people’s equipment and ask them to kindly help me. This works in most places, otherwise, I visit an internet café and ask the local people to help me Skype.  I did a couple of tours around Panama city, doing an Urban Adventure day city sightseeing tour which took us to Ancon Hill, full of nature and with good vantage points to view the entire city. A sloth was sitting in a tree and also a small creature which resembled a large rat. Plus hundreds of birds high in the trees.

Next stop was the mighty Panama Canal, first built by the French in the 1880s and later completed by the Americans from 1903-4 to 1914.  Thanks to a Cuban doctor and scientist who discovered that Yellow fever was carried by mosquitoes, the American overseer of the project on the canal was able to reduce Yellow fever and malaria cases considerably.  We visited one of the locks, Miraflores lock, and saw (heard in my case) a large car transport ship entering the lock and 10 minutes later exit.  A short video inside the museum/visitor centre gives an overview of the canal and its history. 

The third stop took us to Casco Antiguo or Casco Viejo, Old Panama.  Vasco Núñez de Balboa sighted the Pacific Ocean in the early 16th century after which a settlement was founded by the Spanish.  However, in 1671 this city was burnt and mostly destroyed by British pirate Morgan. There followed a second city, Casco Viejo. We visited several churches, including San Jose, with its golden altar and the Cathedral, which is not open to the public as it’s under major reconstruction. 

Our last stop was at Amador Causeway, a 5km long causeway comprised of four islands. These were constructed from rubble taken from the digging of the canal. The Smithsonian Institute of Marine Research is on one such island. This is where we visited to see and touch starfish and the like. Turtles are also on display.  I also did another tour on an amphibious vehicle which enters the actual canal on two occasions and also drove around part of the city. It was explained how the canal worked with its lock system, raising and lowering the ships on each side of the canal over the continental divide. It takes 24 hours for vessels to pass from the Pacific to the Atlantic and vice versa. At present the canal  is being widened to allow faster crossing of vessels and also safer passage for larger shops. In places there is as little as a metre between the side of a ship and the canal wall – they even occasionally scrape the sides. 

After my five days in the capital with okay but not totally friendly locals, I headed to Portobelo and the Caribbean coast for history and jungle.  I stayed at Captain Jack’s hostel, a party place on a hill overlooking the historical and now sleepy town. The food is good but a little expensive. A small Colombian place down the hill and to the left has more cheaper options. However, Captain Jack’s offers good dorm beds and Batillos, fruit juice smoothies, which are delicious!  I’d found a small company online called Portobelo Tours. They offer jungle hikes, kayaking, plus full moon nights in the forest and more. I did a half day kayak with them plus a jungle walk and history tour of old Portobelo. The kayaking was excellent, my guide, Austin from America, took me through the mangroves, thin tree-like structures in the ocean just off shore. The mangroves are low lying trees/grass which fish and birds feed off. They’re great for hiding as I’m sure pirates did in the 16th 17th and 18th centuries. Only small boats and kayaks can enter the mangroves, which are like being inside a giant skeleton. The lower ends of the branches were covered in moss, which felt like a gorilla’s furry legs! After the mangrove we paddled into open water, the sea being as calm and flat as a millpond. We stopped on one island, Palmelo for a rest-bite and to spy on the Capuchin Monkeys on an adjacent island. They squeaked and squealed on our approach.  Once back on the mainland, I dried off and had my hike in the jungle. Really it’s the same as European forest, with different plant species and lots of humidity. My guide, a lovely Scottish lady named Heather took me on an educational stroll through trees and bushes.  I touched huge banana leaves and strange fruits and flowers. Heard birds and smelt various fruits.  One smelt like lemon but was orange.  One of the trees I felt uses the trunk of a larger tree to get to the sunlight like a strangler tree, it sprouts many thin trunks itself.  At one point we crossed a dry river bed, which floods in the rainy season, roughly May to November.  I felt a ‘fountain’ plant, so called because it has leaves that droop very like a fountain or sprinkler spray.  The forest was humid but quiet and away from partying young tourists.  An indigenous festival was occurring near Portobelo and many of the other travellers I met in the hostel from various countries – Canada, Germany, France, Switzerland – had stayed for this. The last few days of the event turned into a party and several people dropped acid! One guy told me about it in great details! :)

I had a quick history tour around Portobelo the following morning, visiting the church which was built just before the Spanish departed in 1814-1820. A large structure able to hold up to 50 thousand people apparently. My guide told me about the Nazareno, or Black Christ, as named by African American soldiers stationed there in the 1940s. A large dark wooden statue of a man, found apparently by fisherman one fine day.  This statue only came to be revered after the entire area had a cholera epidemic soon after the Spanish departed. Portobelo was apparently spared and the locals decided it was this deity that saved them. Every 21st October, the statue is put in a boat and then paraded around the town. It takes all day and pilgrims come from all over Panama and even further apparently. 

Next I jumped on a bus, travelled back to Panama city via Colon and headed to El Valle de Anton (Anton Valley). This was my second couch surfing experience in Panama. I stayed with a cool guy named Jhohnie in the foothills of the mountains. His father builds houses and he has also constructed one for himself. There, I had a small concrete house to myself for two nights. Our first day was taken up ziplining and doing a canopy tour. This was over Chorro Macho (Macho Waterfall) apparently 115 feet high. We walked from Jhohnies’s house into town and to the zipline place, we had an hour to wait, so visited the bottom of the fall while we waited. This involved descending several rock steps and transversing over several bridges.  The sound was delightful to my ears. We also visited a small man-made water pool where kids jumped in from off the rocks.  Back up the steps, I was given a harness and a crash helmet and Jhohnie along with my instructor walked me through the jungle canopy. We climbed many rough rocky steps and trampled over grasses, leaves, tree branches and roots. I was slipping and stumbling all the time. One part was so steep and full of loose soil I struggled to get up. The guys pushed me and I succeeded. Once at the top, I was clipped to the zip wire told to put one hand on my harness and the other on the wire, far away from the wheel. I wore thick gloves to prevent my hands from getting friction burns and protect them from getting trapped on the pulley wheel. I was told to let the wire slide through my hand. This was a brake mechanism. I was down and swung off the plat form, letting the wire run through my hands as I began sliding along. However, I pulled too hard on the brake wire and stopped in mid air, finally I slackened my grip and made it to the second platform. On the next wire, the brake was taken off and I flew along freely, what great exultant fun! There were four lines altogether and the last ride really sent me flying – wicked!! Once the fun was over, Jhohnie and I headed into town, he had a meeting, so I hung out at Heaven’s Cafe. It is owned by the girl I would be staying with the following evening.

Next Jhohnie and I, accompanied by a German traveller we’d met the previous evening, visited the hot spring, about a four minute walk from town. You get your face painted with mud, let it dry in the sun and then jump in the hot pool to relax. It was fun, though the man-made pool wasn’t that hot! After walking back to town we had lunch in a local place – beef soup with lots of veggies, rice and chicken for me and beans and rice for Jhohn. After which we visited the snake centre, where I held a couple of beautiful snakes. They’re not slimy like people believe but smooth, cool and peaceful. In the evening, I met up with Heaven and had dinner and chatted. The Chinese was tasty but way too large in portions.

The following afternoon, Heaven put me on a bus for Uvas, where, with help, I eventually caught a bus to El Cope, a small town in nature. I spent one night with a delightful Panamanian old couple who fed me and the next morning drove me to Chorro Yayas (Yayas Waterfall). A kind elderly guy walked me down the steps and took me to the three levels of large falls. He took pictures for me and I made a couple of videos.  After that, I took a local bus back to the hostel in El Cope. From there I went first to Penonome and secondly to Chitré, a large town or city with noisy traffic and intense heat. I spent one night in a quiet hostel run by an ageing American guy and the next day, took a direct bus to Santiago, where I’ll be for the next couple of days.

ABC Islands

I am currently in the Caribbean, travelling the ABC islands of Aruba, Bonaire and Curacao. After one night in Amsterdam, Holland on 21st February 2016, I flew to Curacao, one of the islands of the Kingdom of the Netherlands and my trip began. An interesting historical island with friendly people. I stayed with a lovely German guy named Thomas via couch surfing and he helped me take a minibus into the main town and showed me to the historical and cultural museum, Kura Hulanda. A guide gave me an interesting tour of Curacao’s involvement with the Dutch and its history of slavery. I felt various objects including wooden masks and doors, wooden chairs carved into elephant’s heads, wooden boats and bowls etc. I also felt many chains and shackles. The museum is a stark reminder of what terrible things people can do to each other. After this I wondered down to the harbour with its wooden bridge which splits Willemstad into Otrobanda on the west and Punda on the east. Both sides have historical forts, which guarded the harbour in previous colonial times. I visited Fort Rif which has now been turned into a shopping and eating area with views of cruise ships which bring many day tourists to peruse the many gift and jewellery shops. Thomas and I explored the Punda side of the town on another evening. I touched one canon and we explored the large stone letters which spell out Curacao and Dushi, a local word, which means love, darling. 

The following day, Thomas and I did something amazing, we had a dolphin encounter (see photos). It cost 100 dollars per person to touch, be kissed, hold its flippers and make it sing by waggling my fingers in a V sign. The dolphin jumped and splashed, making kind of laughing, farting sounds, which is funny!  Twenty minutes in the hot sun and cool water with beautiful mammals was magical.

The day after I flew to Bonaire where I stayed in a local hostel a couple of kilometres from any shops or beaches which was very peaceful. Most people visit Bonaire to dive or wind surf. Its a very windy island, as are Curacao and Aruba! I spent one day at a beach bar, lying in the shade and listening to a book. The following afternoon, a fellow hosteller, Lary from Holland drove me around Bonaire in a battered old Jeep belonging to the host. We toured the rough rocky dry cactus strewn landscape, taking photos of the sea at various view points. At one point we stopped high above a lovely lake, silent except for the breeze, pink flamingos in their hundreds could be seen and Lary described the picture. The following day I flew to Aruba, where I am until Tuesday. Last night I danced on the beach at a music fest with my crazy cool Brazilian host Eduardo. What fun the Caribbean. Next stop Panama.