Tuesday, November 30, 2010
WARNING! If you are a member of the NRA, carnivore, Republican, or a Man, then today's blog is going to excite you mucho. No, not like that Luke... perv.
For months we have been talking about getting a live turkey for Thanksgiving, killing, cleaning, and eating it. Well, we were expecting to feed about 14 people and, hey, why NOT have two turkeys!? Codo is a local Nicaraguan who runs the hostel where we are currently staying... "Yea man, I can get you a turkey."
"Okay. Get it." Game on, no turning back now...
Codo grabs the bird by its legs and it starts flapping around "like a chicken with it's head cut off". We hang it upside down for a while and let it bleed out, meanwhile we heat up some water to pour over the carcass to easily remove the feathers. Mark and I quickly learn that actually killing the bid is the easy part. Plucking and cleaning a turkey is messy business...
The really cool thing about this whole experience was that we were able to do all of this in the back area of the hostel. Its kinda like a little jungle setup with outdoor shower and hammocks. Codo had the whole setup to do it, with outdoor sinks and everything (he kills chickens back there too). That definitely make it a lot easier. This isn't something you can do in your apartment. Though, I gotta admit it wasn't as messy as I thought it was gonna be. I expected way more blood spraying everywhere...
This is Codo (on the left). He is super chill and runs the hostel.
Below is the final product. I did a cajun stuffing from scratch with pork sausage and chorizo in it. Turned out amazing. Mark did super good garlic mash. We also had salad (thanks girls!) and corn, but the frozen turkey we did turned out to be literally the best turkey that any of us could remember having (sorry Mom, I can cook). The wild turkey was a little tough and dry, but still really good. Finally, these Finish girls had made a banana bread cake with ginger and cinnamon in it that was sooooo good, and with a little ice cream lovin' from Evan (AKA "Trees") the meal was complete. Time to sit back, relax, unbutton our pants, and drink MORE RUM!!! Hope you all had a GREAT Thanksgiving!!! Until next time kids... -Jefe
PS. I'll elaborate on the next blog, but... I got robbed by two hookers and a tranny the other night. I couldn't believe it! I heard about another dude that it happened to last night, and apparently they get someone every night! Its cool though, because all I had on me was Mark's money...
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Even though there are all these clubs and young bars, our favorite spot we found on Isla Colon was this bar called The Riptide. It was just a boat that was turned into a bar/restaurant. And it was the saltiest spot we found - old guys yelling at each other and hitting on young girls, smoking, drinking, fish stories, arm wrestling for beers/pride, good food, and great drinks. Mark and I want to start one.
Another awesome thing we did was a catamaran party cruise. Pics are below. SOOOO fun! We sailed around, all you can eat sushi and drink, doing flips off the bow. Super fun. Before I left I bought a new camera, its really nice and compact, but the main reason I wanted it is that its waterprooof up to ten feet. So, on the catamaran I get the idea that I want to take a video of me doing a backflip... while I hold the camera. It starts out great, but I hit the water and come up for air and realize I dropped the camera. Mark is looking down from the catamara - "Mark! I dropped my camera!!!" He yells "GO GET IT!!!" Logical...
|Playin' some coconut catch...|
|Makin' some sushi...|
|Hangover cure? We'll see!|
Okay boys and girls, that's it for now! Stay tuned for the next installment. I'll try and post sooner rather than later. Mark and I are currently in Juan del Sur, Nicaragua. We are hosting Thanksgiving dinner tommorrow for about 15 people, we spent the day riding bikes aroud town buying everything we need... including a frozen and a LIVE turkey that we are gonna slaughter tommorrow. I'll take pics. Sorry vegetarians, carnivors rule. Happy Thanksgiving!!! Until next time friends and family... -Jefe
|Aqua Lounge Hostel on the water... giant trampoline and swings.|
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Met up with Marquitos Mosquitos in Panama City . About two weeks ago. Panama City is a big, gnarley city. That's about it. And the worst Hooters EVER. We went to watch football. I have never seen so many grumpy hot chicks in my life. And they were soooo lazy!!! So we pretty much realized that without the girls being fun, Hooters is just another crappy, over priced restaurant. Any way...
When we were leaving the canal and trying to get a cab, this other American guy jumped in with us and we rolled to Casco Viejo, which is basically Old Town.
|Getting creative with the card games...|
So this dude Shawn is an American, ex-military, and lives/works in Afghanistan. Big guy. He seems cool. We get to Viejo and start walking around, and this kid Alex comes up and starts walking with us and giving us a tour of the town. Normally we wouldn't bite on something like that, but the guy is really cool and knowledgeable. So after a few hours walking around, Alex takes us to a little local bar that there is no way anyone would find. We all hang out, play pool, and have a couple beers. Well, time flies when you're having fun, and when we end up leaving, it's dark. Mark and I are hungry, and ask Alex to take us to a street cart to eat. We start walking around and there are tourist cops that keep stopping us and telling us that we shouldn't be going where we are going. Alex assures us that it'll be fine, I'm not really too concerned and neither is Mark. Whatever, it's an adventure, right?
|La Punta, Santa Catalina|
"Mark, we are gonna die over trying to get chicken!" We have a laugh and carry on...
|La Punta again. Really good wave. Long paddle out.|
"Oh no man, you guys were deep in the hood. But you were okay because you were with me. Don't ever go there on your own."
No problem. Good times...
After a few nights in Panama City, we head to the beach. This little town on the Pacific side called Santa Catalina. SO sick. Great surf, 8-12 ft. Look up "La Punta Santa Catalina." Super chill hostel called Santa Catalina Surf Point, right on the ocean. Run by this Panamanian family and a French guy who married the daughter. The little restaurant was amazing. The food was some of the best I've had, period. And you cant beat the view..
Here is the canal and the cargo ship going through. Its crazy because there is only like two feet on either side. Its a real tight fit.
One of the churches in Viejo. Really cool...
Here is the guide Alex and the other dude Shawn. This is right before going to get deep in the hood chicken...
The restaurant/bar at the hostel in Santa Catalina. 25 feet from our room. You just cant beat this for $12 a night.
This is a parrot. He bit me.
While walking around the city, in town, or wherever, taxis are everywhere. They are constantly honking at us to see if we want a lift. One day Mark and I are walking and another taxi honks at us and Mark turns to me a yells -
"Why do you have to be a 6'1" giant white guy?!?!"
"I'm sorry! There's nothing I can do about it!"
We're getting along great...
Finally, this is one of the weirdest things we've seen. One night we are hanging out with a couple people at the hostel in Santa Catalina, and this dude goes "Have you seen the Ass-to-Ass Dogs?!"
"Uhhh, WHAT did you just say?"
"Man, I swear. There's these two dogs in town and all they ever do is stand ass-to-ass!? Its the weirdest thing ever!"
Well the morning that we left, we were waiting for the bus, and sure enough...
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
One of the biggest reasons Eric and I had a blast was because of the hostel we were at. Walk on the Beach Hostel. Good times, great people. To the left is Bernard, the bartender of the hostel. He is going to University. That's what everyone else in the world says about going to college... "I'm going to University"... I'm gonna get that to catch on in the States.
So I DID end up going hang gliding. It was pretty awesome. I think jumping off of high structures and cliffs is becoming a theme for me... This is me right before we took off. I'm standing on the launch pad. You basically just sprint off the edge and start flyin'. Its pretty much thousands of feet straight down. We got about 5 minutes of instruction, practiced the "sprint take-off" one time, then just did it. I should be sponsored by Nike and Red Bull.
One of the best things about bouncing around hostels is meeting people. I have made some pretty awesome connections with peeps from everywhere. Plans are already in the works for visits and travels around the world. Even gonna meet up with some new friends on this trip!
Life is good my friends, enjoy it while you can...
So now I'm in Panama City and Mark and I have been having a blast, but it's time to get to paradise and we are not sure where we are headed yet. There are sooooo many options, and they are all great. Oh well, we'll figure it out, and I'll let you know. It's not a bad problem to have. Until next time.