Whoop whoop we survived our journey from Honduras, even after traveling to C & D before arriving in B - Ecuador! Being the sensible girls we are arriving so late at night we decided that it would be worth the extra pennies sorry dollars to stay in a hotel that was bound to be opening at 2am instead of being lost in Quito. After a well deserved lie in to catch up on sleep, we moved to another cheaper hostel and choose to explore the city determined to find o...

All set to leave El Tunco, we say our goodbyes to Danny (you always feel better saying goodbye to English people as there is a chance you may meet again back home!) and set off to catch our string of chicken buses to the capital San Salvador. To picture these buses think of the school bus from Simpsons all battered up and full to overfilling with local people, there are no bus stops you just hope it will stop for you and shout when you want to jump off. Don't e...

Time to depart Antigua, our little trio (Danny and us) leaving some very good friends behind so a sad start to the day but the weather had brighten up allowing us to get some superb pictures of the volcano that had been towering over us. We were taking the more expensive but direct 'pullman' bus to El Tunco, avoiding Guatemala City totally which was a great idea even during the day. The trip was extremely comfortable, remember our last experienced consisted o...

Setting off in our little group consisting of us, Amanda(now called Nova), Nick, Danny & Andy we went to catch our mini van. We were surprised when we got there to find we had to somehow fit 17 adults into a 12 person van..... This was an experience (not a great one, but an experience none the less) in its self. Arriving in Antigua bumping along the cobbled narrow streets we were dropped off at our next Hostel 'Jungle Party', our group had now increased b...

So it was time to move on, my chest and finger were good as new and with the islands only ATM broken we had no money so no choice. At the ferry office we managed to book a shuttle bus to Flores in Guatemala for a few hours later, so we decided to send our Christmas cards home and buy some traveling food. During this time we ran into a possibly high or drunk Rastafarian who explained what the four raster colours mean on my head band. The red was for the blood sp...