THE UGLIEST AMERICAN: Relax. (Won't Do It)
Trip Start Nov 04, 2006
15Trip End Dec 03, 2006
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San Pedro has been a trippy place so far. In the first seven hours of me being here, I got lost 4 times. The "roads" off the main road are mere pathways, but they are considered streets, and itīs like a maze of corridors and tight squeezes. So I get a bit lost a bit frequently
So far in the last two days Iīve:
Pulled a "you donīt know who I am" stunt with a crackhead tout.
Ate very questionable food more than once.
And procured the 2nd best hotel room of my life, $10 for hot water, lake view (and WHAT a lake), 50 yards from a cool bar, and a jacuzzi, bitches. Still doesnīt beat my $16 ocean front cabin in Thailand with the best restaurant in the world 40 ft. from my door. But count me in on metrics.
This town is full of some characters. I had walked back from town (after getting lost for the 3rd time) and stumbled across The Buddha Bar, which was very close to my hotel, whose name I cannot pronounce for some reason. Had a few Mozas, befriended Vanessa, the Seattlite bartender and her British fiance, Rob or Ron. I also met several people that contributed to many bizarre episodes all at this bar in one night
Other tidbits of the evening was a crazy older local lady who picked up a tourist in less than 2 minutes (no money was involved) and a bunch of zooted up Spaniards arguing over a game of pool. The Mozas ran out, and I started drinking Victorias, because they were the coldest. Whiskey was offered, whiskey was turned down. But. . The eveningīs high point was when they played Pavementīs "Rattled By The Rush" as the hookah careened towards me. When in Rome... I guess.
Iīm writing this from a hammock. My shoes are easily 15 feet away from me, and I can smell them. Thatīs not good, is it?. Canīt say enough about Ani DiFrancoīs lyrics. She finds the poetry in the uncomfortable spaces between love and loss. Do I have to start wearing a wife beater, now?
I concluded the entertainly disturbing first evening here with a little stroll towards my hotel with Davey, a completely loony Canadian who speaks with an exaggerated, almost Scottish, accent
Yesterday, I did nothing but sample local food, lie on my patio, get lost in town, and drink fairly warm beers. It ruled. I ran into Tony from my second trip night in Copan and we caught up over mango curry and a campfire. Cozy as lice. Then I went home and dulled my senses to a level where I could watch the sunset and chill guiltlessly. That was my day.
Today I got up to watch the sunrise over the lake. Killer. Then I went out kayaking on it, very calm at first and then not so calm. I state in the video that I was going to Santiago Atitlan in the kayak. Didnīt make it. That video will be up as soon as I can find a computer that isnīt duct taped together.
They say people get trapped in this town, and I can see why. This probably is the best way for me to unwind after a sometimes stressful series of escapades. Tonight, Iīm going to do more of the same. I like the local food so that should be the ticket. Tomorrow, I hope to hike, bike, kayak, or zip line. Or do nothing at all. Wish me luck.
Peace Love and Hell Yes its in the house,