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*GASSED EDITOR David Dew-Veal* Days 14-16: Lava Ground
Following a bumpy flight on a tiny plane we landed in Guatamala city. Guatamala had been highly recommended by other travellers, sharing tales of mind boggling nature, great coffee and welcoming people. Our first stop was the ancient city of Antigua and our main goal to summit Acatenango, the highest peak and most active volcano…
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Days 11-13: Return of the Max
We pulled ourselves up early in the morn for our ferry, and made the 30 minute crossing to Caye Caulker. Waiting for our lunch, we realised we’d arrived at the island that epitomised the Belizian motto; go slow. Everyone moved at a snails pace here, and after the events of the previous 10 days, it…
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Day 10: Identity
We had originally planned to leave for the island of Caye Caulker today, but on our arrival in San Pedro were told that the annual Belize food and music festival was today. We were a bit meh. Then we were told that it was headlined by Koffee and Barrington Levy. Fuck caye caulker, we were…
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Day 9: A Whole New World
Here I was again. Falling backwards off the back of a boat. This time, I was loaded up on decongestants and nasal spray, on my instructors advice. But this time we were going 3x as deep. 18ms. 60ft. That’s pretty damn deep. We bagan the descent. It hurt. But my experience from the day before…
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Day 8: Warnings from the Deep
Don’t dive with congestion. The course said it and I understand why. In fact, you are supposed to abandon your dive all together. I expressed my concerns David as we made our way to the dive school. “If it’s your time it’s your time” was his response. Fortunately, or unfortunately, our dive instructors displayed a…
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Days 6&7: No Jamaica
I was beginning to feel pretty rough at this point. I’m not sure if not was the consequence of a week of hard partying, or the physical manifestation of whatever was stirred up spiritually the day prior; likely a combination of both. We had booked a plush hotel a little further out for our last…
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Day 5: Rebirth
It was not an easy morning. At 8 am on 2 hours sleep, we were marshalled awake by David. We had booked in an ancient Mayan healing therapy on the lagoon for this morning. My head was pounding, and my sinuses blocked – which would come back to haunt me later. We dragged ourselves into a taxi,…
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Days 3&4: Yak Attack
Up at the crack of dawn, and to the bus station for our trip to bacalar. We’d had our party time in playa del carmen, now for a relaxing time by a asteroid created lagoon, with supposed mystical healing powers. That was the plan. A private room with a bed each await us, in a…
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Day 2: War Inna Kingston
Day one ended with a mad search for our mate Max on the balcony at 4am. We’d all known Max for many years. He never flys with us, but we always find him wherever we go. He sticks around for a couple days, then poof, hes gone in a puff of smoke. Fortunately, a group of…
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Day 1: Nuh Linga
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. For 3 years circumstances had prevented us from completing the Mongol Rally; a once in a lifetime drive from the UK to Mongolia. Twice covid, and now Russias invasion of Ukraine, this trip seemed doomed. Given 2/3rds of us had quit our jobs, we decided we needed to…