The beauty of a seaside sunset is pretty hard to beat. Especially when that sunset is from a tiny island in the middle of Central America, just off the coast of Belize. I snapped today’s Friday Photo from a small wooden dock on the island of Tobacco Caye. The island/caye sits just off the tiny coastal city of Dangriga and is situated along/just inside the world’s second largest barrier reef. The snorkeling off the coast of the island was unreal and full of incredible reef life which ranged from large barracuda to spotted eagle rays.
If you have the opportunity to visit Central America and want something a little less polished than the finery of Cancun’s hotels, I suggest you consider heading further south to Belize and its amazing series of small islands/caye’s (keys).
To view previous posts in the Friday Week Travel Photo Series click here.
It’s Thanksgiving back home, probably my favorite holiday of the year. It’s a holiday about people, about coming together, and about taking a moment to focus on all that is positive in our lives. The people, the opportunities, the friends, the family, and yes, even the challenges. As I reflect on what I’m thankful for travel comes to mind as a major aspect of my life and a true blessing. In honor of that, I’ve put together this photo post showcasing some of my favorite signature boot shots from around the world. If you enjoy these shots, feel free to check out the complete album over on flickr.
Mt. Fitz Roy near El Chalten, Argentina
Smoo Cliffs, Northern Scotland
The Grand Canyon in Arizona, United States
The National Monument and Jefferson Monument in Washington D.C., United States
Caving in Budapest, Hungary
Penguins in Tierra del Fuego, Argentina
Nyhavn Harbor in Copenhagen, Denmark
Sharkstooth in the San Juan Mountains Colorado, United States
Tulum Beach, Mexico
Loch Ness, Scotland
Painted Desert in Arizona, United States
Swimming with Sharks, Belize
Tikal Ruins, Guatemala
Warehouse District in Bergen, Norway
Giant’s Causeway, Northern Ireland
Wooden Stave Church in Oslo, Norway
Iguazu Falls, Argentina
Great Barrier Reef, Belize
The Old Fortress in Cadiz, Spain
Guejar in the Sierra Navadas Near Granada, Spain
Scottish Highlands, Scotland
Preikestolen, the Preacher’s Pulpit, Norway
Perito Moreno Glacier, Argentina
Sunrise at Playa del Carmen, Mexico
Mayan Pyramids in Tikal, Guatemala
Chichen Itza Mayan Ruins, Mexico
San Juan Mountains in Colorado, United States
Actun Tunichil Muknal, Belize
Orkney Islands, Scotland
Perito Moreno Glacier, Argentina
Waterfalls in the Fjords, Norway
En-route to Tobacco Caye, Belize
Bergen From Above, Norway
Sunset in Tierra del Fuego, Argentina
The world is a wonderful place and travel a spectacular gift. If you’re already a veteran traveler, then I hope you’ll pause for a moment and reflect on all the gifts you’ve received from travel. If you’re just gearing up for your first trip, then I encourage you to dive in and have to admit, I’m slightly jealous of the journal of self discovery, awe, adventure, and new experiences you’re about to undertake. The majority of the photos in this post were taken on my Canon G11, though some shots were taken on my older Canon G6.
Over the last few years I have been lucky enough to travel to some pretty amazing places. A few years ago I decided that photos alone were not cutting it. So, I picked up a video camera and started shooting. It’s been quite the learning experience and isn’t always easy. It’s amazing the added challenges you face as a travel videographer – things like wind, moving objects and shaky hands – which just aren’t real issues when shooting travel photos on the go. You can find all of my videos on my youtube channel. But, now without further adieu I give you five of my favorite travel videos.
Number 1 – Argentina
Number 2 – Scandinavia
Number 3 – Central America
Number 4 – Mixed Locations
Number 5 – The Grand Canyon
The footage in the above shots was taken on a Canon Vixia HF200 and a FlipUltra with waterproof casing.
Have a favorite video which I didn’t include on this list? Tell me which one. I’d love to know! Personally, I’m a huge fan of my Argentina series in particular – though I’m only including the summary video in this post.
Howdy all. Three exciting updates to share with you all. So far September has been a great month and included several exciting events!
The first of which is that the above photo which I shot in Belize back in December is today’s featured travel photo on BootsnAll Today via WhyGo.com. The photo is one of several shots I’ve taken that have been featured as the photo of the day over the last 6 months or so.
Speaking of dollars, off-season getaways can be considerably cheaper.
Where to go? For video blogger Alex Berger, it’s Mexico, Belize and Guatemala. Two weeks’ vacation costs him between $2,000 and $3,000, including airfare. “Traveling during the off-season can be a huge money-saver,” he said. “Off season offers a significantly cheaper option for the budget-conscious. Less hassle and increased room availability, most of the time. Greater access to locals. Better insights into local culture and increased camaraderie among travelers.”
Lastly, as those of you familiar with Oktoberfest are well aware, it’s not only one heck of a party, but a party which actually starts in September! I had the pleasure of spending several days in Munich back in 2007 as part of my 3 month adventure across Europe and weighed in with advice in a recent Savings.com article, “Oktoberfest 2010: A Holiday Worth Saving For“. My advice and suggestions are scattered throughout the article so you’ll have to click on over to see what I had to say.
Eager for more original content? Stay tuned. I’ve got several great blogs in the works which will cover the Norwegian Fjords outside of Bergen and the ancient port city of Copenhagen.
Interested in picking my brain? Feel free to reach out to me via twitter or by e-mail alex [@] virtualwayfarer.com.
Autumn is a perfect time to get away – and save money in the process
One of the most common questions I receive from friends and readers alike is how do you afford it? The assumption is that a 16-20 day trip abroad must be terribly expensive. People commonly expect the trip expense to be somewhere in the $5,000-$10,000 USD range. Which, given the structure and cost associated with most of the vacations Americans take, isn’t unreasonable. When I tell them that my average trip costs me less than $3,000 most people are surprised, and more than a few don’t initially believe me.
I recently wrote a post explaining how I’ve managed to save for/budget the ~$6,000 I need each year for two 16-20 day trips abroad in my blog post, “Tallying Up the Cost: How I Afford to Travel“. My goal with this post is to share with you my real world application of the techniques I outlined previously.
A few things to keep in mind: I could have done this trip for several hundred dollars cheaper. I splurged on food on a regular basis, opted for mid-tier budget accommodation, and took a number of tours which I could have done solo/on my own for half the price. I was also traveling during Central America’s peak season (December/January) which resulted in a significantly more expensive flight ticket and increased prices for the tours I did.
What It Cost
A round trip ticket from Phoenix to Cancun with travel insurance: $530 USD.
Total Credit Card expenses: $280.29.
Total ATM Cash Withdrawals: $1,461.99.
Misc. expenses (ATM Fees/Reserve USD): $87.
Total price: $2358.81 for everything.
Evaluating the Real Cost
That’s not the end of the story. It’s important to put that figure into context. Keep in mind that I was gone for 20 days. An extended period during which I would have had a number of basic expenses regardless of where I was located.
In a given day at home/work I spend at least $20 on food. That means that my average food expense had I stayed at home would have been at least $400. I also go through about 1 tank of gas a week at an average cost of about $40 per tank. At nearly 3 weeks on the road, I would have spent around $100 on gas in total. Then add a conservative projection of about $150 total for entertainment expenses (bars, movies, etc.).
The end result is about $650 in expenses that I would have spent anyway, had I been at home.
This drops the real added expense burden down well under $2,000 to about $1,710 for the trip.
Is it cheap? Not necessarily, but is it significantly cheaper than you were probably expecting? Most definitely. Is it doable for most people? Most definitely, IF you’re willing to prioritize and set some money aside.
Thoughts? Questions? Comments? Leave a comment or shoot me a tweet @AlexBerger. I look forward to your thoughts!
The following are 30 of my favorite travel photos. Shots were taken on PowerShot G series cameras (G6, or G11). All are my original photos. Please do not re-produce them without my consent. You can view more of my photography on flickr.
The city of Flores is an unusually picturesque city. Situated on a small island in the middle of lake Peten Itza, Flores is connected to the mainland by a narrow causeway. The causeway connects Flores to the two surrounding towns which are home to most of the area’s population. The two neighboring towns are Santa Elena and San Benito both of which sit along the shores of Lake Peten Itza and service Flores.
The island of Flores is an odd oasis. Still concretely Guatemalan, the island has evolved into a tourist oasis. Cleaner, more secure, and significantly more upscale than Santa Elena and San Benito, Flores is home to a wealth of hotels, restaurants, small stores, internet cafe’s and nick-knack shops. Roughly circular in nature, the island offers an incredible 360 degree view of the lake and surrounding towns, jungles and neighboring islands.
Unlike most small islands its size, Flores sits on top of a relatively tall hill. The hill itself is mostly invisible, submerged under hundreds of years of development, modification and cultivation. The city has a large outer loop road which wraps around the waterfront and then a series of internal rings in smaller circles which are bisected by cobble stone streets on a gentle incline which point towards the city park and Cathedral which rest on the flattened top of the hill in the center of the island.
The mainland is home to the airport as well as a large series of semi-permanent outdoor market streets. The most interesting of which was a long market street which features a ramshackle collection of street side fruit and vegetable vendors. The sheer amount of produce was incredible. The photo above showcases one stand and is representative of the 30-50 similar stands which were set up side-by-side along the street.
For those feeling inquisitive it’s possible to fork off of the main drag, which serves as the produce street, onto one of several smaller mixed goods streets. These are a seething mass of humanity, clutter, smells and small motorcycle Taxi’s called Tuk-Tuks. As an Argentinian girl from the hostel and I made our way through the market, we paused periodically to enjoy the vibrant pulse of the marketplace.
Though the market seemed safe enough, the always visible military and security personnel standing on every other street corner with automatic weapons or sawed off machine guns at the ready, were a vivid reminder of the economic and political turmoil currently plaguing the region.
Though the market itself had a fairly visible security presence, it paled in comparison to the amount of security, police and military personnel on the Island of Flores. In many ways the police presence left me feeling as though I was in an island fortress in the midst of some sort of great turmoil. Stores of any significant size and even some restaurants had armed security guards. At night the police were out in force – some 10+ motorcycle officers, each heavily armed with extended clips clearly visible.
At one point I came across an armored truck making its rounds while replenishing the local ATMs. Most of the places I’ve traveled in the past, armored truck guards are…lazy. They meander in, meander out and while somewhat diligent are not overly concerned. Not so in Flores. The guards were out of the truck, shotguns in hand, eyes sharp as they hustled in to the ATM, re-filled it, then with a jump to their step made their way back out and back into their armored truck.
Despite the general sense of added vigilance and the silent threat of violence and crime – my experience was entirely positive. The people were friendly and helpful. The city safe. The weather beautiful.
As the Argentinian and I finished our exploration of the island we hopped in a Tuk Tuk and for less than $1 USD a piece were shuttled back out to the Island. The Tuk Tuk was a fun adventure. Though I barely fit, it offered a fun view of the city as we wound through traffic, small back streets, and then eventually made our way out to Flores. All the while our driver was on his cellphone, driving one handed, except of course, when gesturing at other drivers or honking a horn in hello.
Once back on the island it was time to relax, eat, and then settle in for a bit of socializing in the common area. The hostel – Los Amigos – offered one of the most pleasant atmosphere’s Ive ever found in a hostel. The entire common area was decorated with lush vegetation, hanging ornaments, or books.
The hostel itself had as much space dedicated to the gardens and plant life as to beds and human comforts. From swinging rope chairs and vegan food options to a TV documentary zone the place oozed a relaxed hippy culture. In addition to the local owners, the hostel was also home to two dogs, an Albino bunny rabbit and a parrot. All of which had a free run of the hostel.
If you find yourself in Guatemala and are considering a trip to Tikal, Flores is a must!
My stay was entirely too short. With new years fast approaching, I found a direct bus from Flores to Chetumal (the border between Belize and Mexico). After confirming that the colectivo was a tourist bus, I booked my ticket and prepared for what promised to be a full day of travel. You see, Guatemala and Mexico don’t connect directly in the north. The only option was to back track from Flores to San Ignacio, then into Belize towards Belize City before turning north and striking up to Chetumal on the border. The trip took about 7 hours. From Chetumal I had to wait an hour or two due to full buses (I was traveling on the 31st) before transferring to a 1st class bus to Playa del Carmen. Nervous that I’d arrive late and lose my hostel/miss new years, I sent a hasty e-mail from the bus station, telling Hostel de lay Playa in Playa del Carmen that I was still coming and to save my new years reservation. After three more hours on the bus I arrived – with only an hour and a half to spare – at 10:30PM. I splashed some water on my face, checked in…and set out to welcome 2010….but that is a story for tomorrow!
The time came to say goodbye to San Ignacio and the amazing adventures it held. With slightly damp shoes, a spring in my step, and my two backpacks resting on my shoulders I made my way towards the central square.
Once there, I located a Taxi driver I’d bartered with earlier in the morning, re-confirmed the fare I’d bartered for earlier (about 10 dollars) and then piled my gear into the trunk. Before long we were lazily cruising across the Belizean country side towards the Guatemalan border. A new country and new adventure awaited.
The ride itself was fairly brief at about 10-15 minutes. The driver was amiable and shared stories and advice before pulling up to the border station and pointing me in the direction I needed to go.
A few passport stamps and about $20 later I’d paid the exit fees and was waved into the no man’s land between borders. There I looked across and into Guatemala and paused briefly a bit confused. Straight ahead there was a seething mass of currency traders and taxi drivers, a small guard house to block vehicles and….an open road? It took me a solid minute of watching before I realized that the border station was actually set to the side, giving it a somewhat optional feel.
In my general ignorance, I’d nearly (and amazingly, very well could have) walked straight into Guatemala. Chuckling at the differences between the borders back home and those in Central America, I threaded my way through the crowd, somewhat surprised and unnerved by the large number of Guatemalan security personnel on guard with large, sawed off shotguns resting casually at their waists. Eventually I identified the right line, paid my 20 GTQ (less than $3 USD) entrance fee and got my stamp. From there it was down to the Taxis where, despite what I’d read in the guide book, I opted to take a quick taxi ride to where the Colectivos (Collectivos in English) were.
The Adventure Begins
After talking briefly with a Taxi driver, and telling him where I wanted to go (less than a mile) – we agreed on a price of 10 GTQ or about $1.25. I got in, and we started rolling down the street…slowly. Before we’d gone 15 feet, he started trying to pressure me into a $40 USD Taxi ride to Flores. A situation made that much more confusing given his lack of English and my marginal (at best) Spanish. Not completely opposed to the idea but eager to try the Colectivo and not interested in spending $40 I countered that I’d give him $20 but wasn’t especially interested. As you can imagine, his response was less than enthusiastic.
Preferring to try and pressure me into it, he slowly made his way down the street, going so far as to head through the intersection and begin towards Flores. Annoyed, I opted for a classic tactic, I’ve found to work particularly well with high-pressure sales people who won’t take no for an answer: I took my already low $20 offer, and dropped it $2 every time he countered. While they may be immune to “No” and happy to ignore it. They tend to be far more susceptible and give up much quicker in the face of ridiculously bad (and decreasing) offers. By the time I reached $14, he pulled over and tried to find someone who spoke English. On his second try he found someone, who translated. I re-iterated my stance and without further adieu was dropped off down the street in front of a Colectivo.
Before I’d had the chance to get out and grab both bags, the larger of the two was scooped up by the Colectivo’s driver. As he turned and began to swing it up towards the Colectivo’s roof, I stopped him with a quick, “Woah, no no no!”. He paused, allowing me the time to confirm the fare – 35 GTQ or about $4 USD and destination: Flores. That accomplished I smiled, waved, and relaxed as my bag was hoisted onto the van’s roof rack.
Now, let me preface by saying that I’ve experienced my fare share of mass transport adventures. From odd taxi cabs, Croatian Buses teetering along steep cliff faces, and rural Greek buses. None of those prepared me for Colectivos.
For the uninitiated the Colectivo as I encountered it is, in effect, a van/group taxi. The one I found had a sliding side door and had been modified to fit as many people as humanly possible. It had three rows of forward facing seats, in addition to the front bench seat and a Jerry-rigged backward facing bench immediately behind the driver. Each of the middle two seats had a small fold down extension that allowed passengers into the back seats, without losing any space.
Recall that I’m 6’4″ and that your average Maya/Mexican/Guatemalan in the region is perhaps 5’3″. Now imagine the look on their faces, as I walked up and was pointed towards what I thought was the last available seat in the Colectivo: the fold down chair in the row 2nd from the back.
I paused. Scratched my head, and then decided that the only way I’d be able to actually get to/into the chair was to back in, butt first. The locals all found both my size, and my entrance highly entertaining. As I sandwiched into the small seat, wondering if it would support my weight, my seatmate – a Mother traveling with her suckling babe – introduced herself, chuckled again softly, and offered a few words of advice.
Before long the folding seat in front of me was flipped up – catching my somewhat unawares, and smacking my knees. With a groan I realized that my knees would be supporting the chair back for the duration of the trip. The Colectivo had two operators. The driver, and then a 2nd individual who rode in the back and was in charge of ticketing and seating. His approach was simple, but creative. Cram as many bodies as humanly possible into the vehicle. Out for room? Then open the door or a window and hang out.
As I mentioned previously, I had thought that I was one of the last to board. Boy-o-boy was I wrong. As time passed our numbers grew. From 16, to 17. From 17 to 20. From 20 to 22. Wide eyed, I did my best to take up as little room as possible, trying to take in the experience and reminding myself that the ride was only 2 hours. The ticket had only cost $4 and that this was a cultural experience.
Finally the door slid closed and we began our trip. It was hot, muggy, and more than a little smelly. Luckily I was located next to one of the windows, allowing the opportunity to mingle fresh air with the smell of body sweat, perfume, cologne, and the odd assortment of food’s several of the other travelers had packed.
We’d gone some 3 blocks when we paused again. This time the door slid open, the woman next to me muttered, and 4 more people piled into the vehicle. The area around the door quickly became standing room only, and after a half hearted attempt, the ticket guy swung his torso up and out the open door, to hold onto the roof rack…and we were off again. I chuckled at the spectacle of it all as I listened to the tires ground out and rub every time we hit a small bump or pothole.
As we continued along our way we dropped people off in front of farms, or small towns and replaced them with others who we found standing along the roadside. The roads themselves were an interesting mixture. At times newly paved, other times so riddled with potholes that it felt more like we were dodging a minefield than driving on a major national highway. The majority of the road, however, was packed dirt/sand which had been recently grated and was in relatively decent shape. It’s truly a testament to the economic state of the region that the major artery connecting northern Guatemala to Belize (and Mexico in turn) is little more than a two lane dirt road in many places.
About an hour into the two hour trip – things took a turn for the interesting. The colectivo had emptied out to a reasonable and dare I say, nearly comfortable, level when we paused and picked up a group of 5 women with children. While there were fewer people numerically, the size of our average group member had increased significantly between the newly added women and several stocky farmers we’d picked up previously. As they boarded, the ticket man directed one towards the sliver thin space between my seatmate and I. The woman beside me muttered that the man must be out of his mind and I worked to squeeze myself as far towards the window/wall as possible. It wasn’t far enough, which meant that the woman ended up more or less sitting on my left leg. I let out a quite groan-laugh and couldn’t help but think to myself, “Well boy, you ain’t in Kansas anymore are ya’?”.
Somehow they managed to get the sliding door closed and we started forward once again. Unfortunately, most of the women had children with them of suckling age. As it turns out, one of those children happened to belong to the woman in my lap. Before long her daughter began to shriek, with eyes and nose running it quickly became apparent that Grandmother wouldn’t be able to quiet her. No bother! We pulled off to the side of the road and the ticket man jumped out. Scratched his head for a minute and then began a game of musical chairs. Mom was gone – back up to the front where she could hold her daughter. Unfortunately for me, the person she switched with? A small dude.
It was at about this point in time that the adventure was starting to turn from entertaining cultural experience into…well, something I was ready to be done with.
I opened the window a crack more, leaning as much of my body as I could towards it and the window. Doing my best to take up as little room as possible. Then it really took a turn for the ridiculous.
It was like a lunch bell silently had gone off somewhere. Within the course of 3 minutes – often in the middle of a conversation – three of the mother’s casually pulled down their tops and offered up their teats to their suckling babies. On the one hand, I’m all for a more relaxed, mature and natural approach to breast feeding. On the other hand – that’s just not something you run into in the U.S. or most of Europe and when you do, it’s typically done under the cover of a blanket. Needless to say, I was in culture shock.
Just what IS the appropriate protocol for riding sandwiched in a small van with 20 some odd people, breasts exposed all over the place, with a dude sitting in your lap, while having a conversation with a breastfeeding woman? Frankly, I haven’t the slightest clue. I laughed at my discomfort, looked out the window, counted the minutes and tried to remind myself – that here, this, was normal. This was healthy. This was natural.
Some two hours later we arrived in Flores. I let out a sigh of relief and light groan as I slowly extricated myself from my seat, before thanking the Colectivo team for one hell of a cultural experience and taking me the extra few blocks out onto the Island of Flores itself.
In retrospect, would I do it again? In a heart beat. Will I be using Colectivos for trips longer than 30 minutes in the future? Most definitely not.