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America , antigua , backpacking , cuba libre , Edinburgh , guatemala , holiday , lake atitlan , pacaya , paragliding , Penn , Philadelphia , scotland , semuc champey , spring break , Study Abroad , Travel , univeristy , University of Edinburgh , University of Pennsylvania
I should perhaps give you a little bit of background information. I embarked on exchange after two beautiful years in bonnie Scotland, the second of which was spent inhabiting a place that my old flatmates and I fondly like to call The Asylum.
The Asylum was owned by a Mrs Gyftouklas who was otherwise preoccupied in Greece; it was large and unclean and filled with mice. There were noodles stuck to the kitchen ceiling but we turned it into the culinary capital of Edinburgh. It oozed garlic. A broken, persistently beeping teebox fire alarm lived in our dead tumble dryer. In the mornings, a giraffe head would bob past our living room window as a man in fancy dress went on his way to the Meadows. There, he d set up a table with a sign inviting passersby to tea with a friendly giraffe . It was a beautiful existence.
Catrin is rock-climbing in Seattle; Hope is braving the Arctic temperatures of Alberta; Molly has spent this semester becoming a B.N.I.G. (Big Name in Guatemala). teebox She lives beneath a volcano and isn t familiar with Van Pelt Library s 24-hour basement. When Spring Break arrived, Harold and Geraldine* were clutching backpacks and tickets to Central America at Philadelphia International before teebox sunrise. teebox
I m afraid I am going to sound like an arse-hole teebox in this post because it will basically teebox document a really good holiday. I will state now to soften the irritation that I got exceedingly sunburnt and was a massive teebox embarrassment to Molly, who frequently refused to enter shops in my company.
Never tell the truth, everybody lies in Guatemala, Molly s 40-year old best friend teebox told me as we sat down to eat pizza and chain-smoke. You must BELIEVE your lies, he added emphatically. Paradoxically, he spoke the truth. Molly introduced herself to most strangers as ‘Ingrid’ and I almost became convinced that I was Australian.
We spent the first few days in Antigua, where Molly has become a true local. After she got evicted teebox from her first apartment, we needed to move house. I played a key role transporting her dying goldfish across the cobbles in a non-watertight Tupperware.
Then we began our hippy traveller experience. In Semuc Champey we belly-flopped off rope swings and navigated the fact that we had no means of covering our extortionate hostel tab. We risked our lives riding roofless trucks teebox over perilous mountain ranges and bared our breasts to the valleys from our open air showers.
The community was entertaining. We met a man I will name Barefoot I don t have any shoes, man who lost a toenail during our day at the park and spent a lot of time limping. Barefoot s best friend wore footgloves; Footgloves spent a lot of time poking my sunburn. There was also the usual assortment of stunning Scandinavian super-models and a pungent Brit who looked down upon the midnight sing-alongs with cynicism, which was a relief.
Molly had a stellar early birthday surprise for me there too. This consisted of being strapped to a sexy Venezuelan man and being launched off a cliff top. I really couldn t have asked for anything more wonderful in my life.
A final run through Antigua left me with a nauseating plane ride back to Philly. Noise curfews mean Antiguan night life revolves around speakeasy-style after-parties. Molly was enough teebox in the know for me to get a truly authentic hangover.
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