tuk tuks and infections de mujares

yep as you may have guessed that is not a promissing title. I am writing you from a crapy vegetarian cafe, and i have just returned from the farmacia.... as you may or may not know in central america there are no rite aids or walgreens or really any place to buy any personal care products that are not behind a glass counter with an attendant. I thought it was bad last month when i had to exsplain that i needed papel hygenico para mi tiemo de mes... menos grande... para mas sange... whilst surounded by all of the customers in the only farmacia in puerto viejo... but boy was i wrong. Nothing compares to getting your very first infection de mujare and needing to mime itching to the lady behind the counter. At least i got a OH! entiendo... uno momento when i said hablar un poco espanol tengo un infeccion de hujare.... and then i got a worried wisper of en sus vajina? and i replied si.. with a frown... after a knowing smile was exchanged i received some crema and pastillas... this should be really fun to administer in the dorm. Luckily though i got a disquento... my medicina was only 15 dollars not 25... however thats still alot of quetzales I dont have. lets hope this shit works. in other unpleasant knews we made seasoned traveler mistake number one.... we trusted another backpackers opinion over the lonley planet bible. A fellow traveler recomended xela... she described it as more down to earth and with less touristy stuff and a hippy vibe. Translation... only a tiny bit less shitty than managua, my least favorite city ever, megan and i both hate it and we are now completly out of the way and need to take 5 busses to our next destination and we may not be able to do it in a day.... really this blows hardcore. not only are we here but our cabdriver who took us to the center of the city may have been brain dead.. we exsplained the location of the hosel in spanish showed him 2 maps and the written adress and finally stoped him and sed quiero nada mas! caminar es mejor!... basically no more id rather walk. we took the next cab and asked him if he kne of about 5 different hostels... we are staying at the one he knew of. Megan aptly decribed the dorm as looking like emergency shelter after a natural disaster. True story. At least yesterday was delightful. We went to lake atalan, specifically san pedro. We spent the day wandering and shooting. Unfourtunetly my favorite tanktop was stolen from the the clothes line... i questioned everyone.. its gone for good. However after getting to breifly photograph some mayan women bathing and washing their clothes in the river i almost didnt care. I have learned that lonley planet was right about taking pictures in guatemala... the myan women arnt dumb they charge you to shoot. As a result i havnt done much shooting but i played dumb and gave the group about a dollar. After wandering and getting woefully lost in san pedro, because their towns streets are layed out similar to a childs scribble, we headed back to our hostel to change into bathing suits. We had reserved a spot for 3 dollars a los thermales.... solar powered hot tubs... it was three dollars for unlimited time until midnight and it was fantastic. We had a lake view and our lady of guadelupe candels... really you couldnt ask for more. Unless you were asking for what we did before the thermales... went to buda bar for thai beef salad.. apple hookah and teqilla choclate coconut creme drinks.. after the hotub we became woefully lost again and took a tuk tuk back to the hotel. A tuk tuk for those of you who dont know is like a cross between a moped and a cab... there is a metal cab that goes around the moped.. and usually like the buses they say someting about jesus on them in big airbrushed letters.. i recomend them... ok thats all for now... back to the shity city of xela for some fun with hospedajes and crema de mujare