On March 12, we returned to Antigua. I’d love to tell you about all of the cultural things I did in Antigua, but I really spent most of my two days there drinking.
We left San Jorge La Laguna around 6:30 in the morning for a four-hour trek back on the chicken buses to Antigua. Once again, the buses were packed with people and once the trip was over, we were glad for the experience, but also glad for the experience to end. An English friend and I had one main goal, to get back to Antigua in time to catch the FA Cup match between Manchester United and Arsenal. We managed to get back just in time, drop our bags off at our hotel, and have a quick walk back to Mono Loco to catch the match.
We started drinking beer and I had more of the best hot wings that I’ve had in Central America. After the Manchester United/Arsenal match, I noticed that Carolina was playing Clemson in the semifinals of the ACC Tournament, so we had to stay around for that match and continue drinking. Then there were more sports and more beer and we ended up getting back to the hotel around 6:00 pm. We decided to separate for about forty-five minutes and then meet up for dinner. We ended up meeting up with a few more people and after a few more drinks, we actually turned out to have an early evening.
The next day was our final day in the second-leg of my four-leg journey. Some people were leaving the group while others were joining it. We were supposed to meet at 2:30 for a farewell lunch but fate interfered. And by fate, I mean one-liter bottles of Dorada Ice.
I got up pretty early and decided to walk around Antigua and take pictures of the pretty little town beside the volcanoes. I had been up and doing this for about 45 minutes when I finally went to the main church in Antigua to take photos. Lo and behold, who should I run into except my English friend who was sitting on a bench outside of the church. It was only about thirty minutes before the ACC Tournament final between North Carolina and Duke, so we went back to Mono Loco. We split a vegetarian burrito (that I think ended up making both of us sick) and more liters of beer. We hung out for about four hours and then went back to the hotel to meet up with the departing group for the farewell lunch. Between buying souvenirs and taking photos, though, we ended up being late and missing the lunch. Once we realized this, we just went back to Mono Loco for more beer.
We returned to the hotel just in time for the 6:00 meeting with the members of the third-leg of the tour. By this time, however, my English friend had had a few more beers than she should have. On our way to the meeting, she was pointing at people and saying “Jesuscristo” for some bizarre reason. Just before the meeting, she passed out in my lap, leaving me to introduce her to everybody as we went around the room introducing ourselves. It was pretty funny and I’m sure she made a truly unique first impression on the new folks.
We ended up going to the welcome dinner, but I had no appetite and ended up just having a few drinks. Later in the evening, I had to carry my English friend home. On the way, she hit a curb and almost face-planted on the sidewalk. Fortunately, she ended up with just a minor scratch on her knee. After taking her home, I went out for a little while longer, but it was destined to be another early night since we were hopping on an early-morning bus to Copan, Honduras. I’ll pick it up there in the next entry.
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