One odd thing about Cuba which we're just starting to get to grips with is the dual currency.
To say we were a little apprehensive about coming to Cuba wouldn't be a lie. We had met enough people in Central America with stories of woe to wonder if we had made a rash choice to come here. And boarding the flight from Cancun did nothing to ease our apprehension.
We leave Mexico tomorrow for Cuba which, by most accounts, may be an internet oblivion. Who knows how the memorial and funeral gatherings may disrupt an already tricky to travel country, so best to post now whilst we can.
Aahhhhhnd relax! We've reached Mexico!
After a pretty intense few weeks in Guatemala ending in my rather more than tense medical emergency, it felt great to cross the border out of there. And after whizzing straight through Belize (we stopped for 10 minutes in the capital and even this was too long) this euphoria was further enhanced by the sight of a beautiful rainbow positioned perfectly above the already resplendent Mexico sign at border control.
Before I begin, I feel obliged to warn you this won't be the most positive blog post you're likely to read on our site. So if you're looking for tales of wonder and dreams maybe give this one a miss. However, in keeping with the macabre season, if you are still craving horror stories read on...
Guatemala has so far felt quite different from the rest of Central America. Firstly, the indigenous population here is much more visible, in fact about half the people we see walking around are dressed in what I would say is the traditional dress.
Brief but beyond expectations, El Salvador is a fantastic country well worth a stop. We only visited San Salvador and Santa Ana but in both cities we found immensely warm hearted people full of fun and smiles.
We finally left the Corn Islands - after more than 3 weeks.
Thankfully, island life did prove itself worthy of the terrible trip to get there, although we cheated and flew back (as did everyone else except the most hardened adventurers - Dan & Mel that's you).
This time last year, dropping off to sleep in our London flat, I was conjuring up an image of a dream life: a little house on a beach somewhere exotic, Jess & Otto playing with local kids and us feeling a little bit like we were a part of the place, like we belonged. It's taken a while but we've finally found that place.
OK, so it was a rough ride here but thankfully it was worth it. We are entrenched, entranced with the big island, where we were only meant to stay one night.
"I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.
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