I should be leaving for Central America on Saturday- getting back to the grindstone. Walking down that long, winding Road. I am flying from JFK through Mexico City and into San Jose, Costa Rica. I do not want to be in Costa Rica for very long- I hope to go down to Panama and stick my nose around for a couple of days almost immediately upon arrival. There is just something about Costa Rica that I do not really care for. I think it has an inordinate amount of goons, and far too many people striving for excess. It just seems like a place where people try very hard to have a good time. It reminds me of Vietnam for some reason.
I have a month long archaeology commitment in Nicaragua that begins in February, so I have a plan to get out of Costa Rica. In March, I think that I may have another archaeology project that I can get on in Honduras, which I would like to do for another month. After this, I think that I may be ready to get away from physical work for awhile and keep traveling north through Guatemala, El Salvador, Belize, and southern Mexico before catching a flight to Columbia.
From Columbia I would like to go east through Venezuela, the three little molar looking countries- Guyana, Surinam, and French Guiana- and then skip into Brazil with a big smile on my face, travel up and back down the Amazon, circumambulate the coast, cut across and run in to Paraguay (well, why not? It is there).
I have not yet been to Brazil, but it seems like a good country to take my shirt off in and hang my hat for a while. I have never heard a traveler mention a harsh word about this country before. After Brazil, I think I may want to stop in on Paraguay and say hi, get out fast and go to Bolivia for a good, long stay. Then maybe I will go up to Lima to get a flight out to a new part of the world.
Estimated time for these travels: 1 year.
But then again . . . A plan that is made, is made to be broken.