Ojos Rojos

So, another day, more confusion for my already struggling internal body clock. I was just getting into the whole ¨sleeping at night time¨ bit again when it was time to get back on a plane that left LA at 2 in the morning to fly down to guatemala. So now I think I´m on african time or something. Maybe I´ll buy one of those man dress things they wear. That´d be cool.

Hmmm, anyway, now I´m in Antigua, Guatemala.

Maybe one of those dress thing wouldn´t be cool... I can never tell.

Antigua is the town in Guatemala where we´re staying and it seems really nice, if a bit touristy. But then we are tourists so it should work fairly well I think. The town is set in the middle of three volcanoes, two dormant, one active, and what seems to be a considerable amount of mist. The town was capital of Guatemala quite a while ago but was moved a little bit after that when an earthquake happened at some stage. So there are now some ruins and old buildings knocking about from some time ago. Ish. And yeah, I quite like it so far which is all that really matters. I wouldn´t be devastaed if the rain stopped though.

Anyway, starting at the hospiatl tomorrow which should be interesteing and we´re going to be squeezing some sapnish lesons in amongst things as well which will be great. It´s fantastic to be speaking spanish again and the girls are quite excited about learning themselves. So, not the most coherent, nor interesting post I´ll be the first to admit, but there you have it. It can´t all be mountains and misty old streets. Oh wait...

Brandon, and the other two who are also sometimes present.

The Fat of the Land

Hello friendlies. The first in many amazing blogs to come. I figured that if you wanted to read about our crap and see our photos then you would come here rather than have me bombard email boxes and myface etc with our photos and associated traveeling nonsense. So, if you are here, then this is a good start. If you're not, tell your friends. Or something.

So, the first bit is rather uneventful really. We flew over here to LA. Woo. Kate has tonsillitis. And lots of pus. Boo. Erm, otherwise there was disturbing news when I found out that wall-e wasn't going to be available on the plane for watching. Frown.

So, we are staying in Santa Monica in a hostel one street back from the big bit with the cliffs and the pier and the beach and the breasts of pamela anderson. You know the one.
A numberof observations:
1) There is a lot of excessive fuel use here. Heat lamp use when it's 18 degrees outside so that people can sit and have dinner in their T-shirts: check.
2) The town planners were asleep at the wheel. Space and travelling time were obviously not major considerations for these guys. Neither was planning a metro that was actually of any use to ANYONE.
3) Portion sizes reflect the state of the nations girth. People blow whistles and cheer for your gluttony.
4) Our room is ridiculously hot. And full of french canadians. Can they just decide which they want to be please?
5) Getty centre = awesome.
6) Three hours to get from santa monica to downtown is a little excessive.


So there we go. Tomorrow sees our intrepid explorers heading to Venice and muscle beach, perhaps on bicycles, perhaps not. Who can say? Us probably. Then to Guatemala tomorrow night!

Woo.

Brandon, Maie and Kate