Jaws in the Caribbean

This Maymester trip has witnessed many of my “firsts”, so today, I am here to share with you my first snorkeling experience. Due to my time constraint on the island, none of my activities were planned thoroughly. They were merely opportunities that my friends had told me about, to which I immediately said yes without giving much thought. This snorkeling trip was not an exception. There was at most an interval of twenty minutes between my hearing of the trip and my payment for it.

In the very next morning, my friends and I gathered around a bench in front of the “Caveman Travel Agency”, where we picked up our snorkeling gear. While dousing myself in sun screen, I listened to the head guide go through some cautionary items. The guide exuded an atmosphere so calm and relaxed, there was no room for any nervousness. Moments later, we began boarding our boat.

The intense turquoise of the sea was only accentuated by the water’s clarity. Even while the boat was in motion, we could see the reefs hidden below. The boat went about a mile out from the shore to a location where we could see the barrier reefs that tirelessly guard the coast of Belize. Our first spot was called Coral Garden. The five- to six-foot deep water of the region would help us familiarize ourselves with snorkeling. The process was not difficult at all. I made the occasional mistake of breathing through my nose, but I soon learned to suppress the instinct. I turned my full attention to the scenery after quickly learning the process. The underwater view was breathtaking. In between the circular- or branch-shaped reefs were fish of every color, size, and shape imaginable. And this was only the beginning.

Our next stop was Shark Ray Alley. As the name suggested, we swam with sharks and sting rays at this stop. I am tempted to let your imagination run wild and think that we survived a casual swim with great whites and lethal species of sting rays, but truth is an obligation in this blog post. When we arrived, the gentle, grey-skinned Nurse Sharks—about three to four feet long on average—crowded the side of the boat, as one of our guides dangled a lifeless sardine a foot above water. We quietly slipped down the opposite side of the boat and snuck around to the side where the sharks were still bunched one on top of the other, hoping to get an afternoon snack. We made sure not to scare any of the sharks off by approaching too closely. As we looked underwater, we also saw the harmless species of rays (I’ve forgotten the exact name) gracefully flapping their sides in the water. It was at first a little nerve-wrecking when they grazed against my skin, but my fear soon went away. I actually started to like feeling their slimy skins on my body, as weird as that sounds. I learned from my guide that if I balled my fist in front of a ray, it would start following me, thinking I had food. Unfortunately, our play date with the sharks and stingrays ended quickly, and we re-boarded our boats.

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Before the trip concluded, we continued to spot amazing creatures, including a manatee. The sight of them makes me all the more grateful to immense conservation efforts that strive to protect natural life in the Caribbean. Overall, my first snorkeling trip was a success. But more importantly, I am extremely fortunate to have found a close group of friends, with whom I was able share this once-in-a-life-time experience. Of course, none of this would have been possible without this phenomenal study abroad program.

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough

This trip to Guatemala and Belize has been so full of incredible experiences, amazing people and unique places that if I wanted to, I could write dozens of pages on the last few weeks.  However, I have been told not to make this blog a really long and uninteresting rant about a month’s worth of stories.  So, I will focus on the weekend that 4 of my friends and I climbed Volcán Acatenango an hour or so outside of Antigua.  We checked out an American-owned travel agency, and were told that the price would be $130 per person for the 2-day trek.  Seems like a reasonable enough price, but since we are all broke college students, we found a much more sketchy “travel agency” that had its front desk awkwardly inside a baby toy store, and its logo haphazardly drawn on the wall.  Probably not a good idea to trust your life to a Guatemalan agency like this when they won’t show you the equipment, food, or camping stuff you will be using, but the price was $13 per person so….yeah we did it.  It was only after reserving our spots that I looked up the volcano to find that 8 hikers actually died there earlier this year because of the cold at the summit.  We almost thought we had been ripped off when the van to pick us up did not arrive for 45 minutes after the scheduled time, but nevertheless, by 11 am, we were at the beginning of the hike, an open shack on the side of the road.  The first four hours of the hike were somewhat difficult, but the views of the cloud forest around us, the company of my friend Quinn, and the dry jokes of our sixty-year old Mayan guide kept me motivated to continue even as the rest of our group would fall so far behind as to be out of sight within a few minutes of starting to hike.  About 5 hours in, Quinn and I stopped and the guide went back to check on the rest of the group while it began to rain.  I was so exhausted that I just lay down and let it hit me.  However, it soon became a downpour, and just when it was looking like the rest of the hike (which the guide had assured us was only 15 minutes for the last 4 hours or so) would be a soaking wet mud trudge, the guide returned with the others and pulled out a tarp for all of us to stand under for 15 minutes while the rain passed.  It was a good time of rest and bonding.  The next 2 hours passed quickly, as the thundering sound of the neighboring volcano, “Fuego” erupted every few minutes and we began to catch views of it and the surrounding clouds.

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When we reached our campsite about an hour from the summit overlooking Fuego, the guide cooked us hot chocolate over a fire he started, and we watched spectacular volcanic eruptions until well after dark, when the glow of the lava and the lighting hitting the volcano made for a Mordor-like environment, but not so great photos.

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We got up (implying incorrectly that we got even a single minute of sleep with 5 of us in one tiny tent on a centimeter-thick mat with too-small sleeping bags in the cold) at 4 am to hike the remaining hour and catch the sunrise.  The views from the summit were the best I have ever seen.  I will never forget this experience.

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