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December 27, 2005 01:48 AM

The hottest pepper in the world. Seriously.

*I'm headed to Montreal later this morning, and rather than actually put effort into creating a post, I thought I'd provide a flashback to warmer times. This entry was written by Caroline more than a month ago while we were still traipsing through the jungles of Chiapas, Mexico. For me this is as easy as cut and paste...

Waterfall - Agua Azul (Chiapas)From the Zapatista stronghold of San Cristobal de las Casas we battled the bus route to the incredible waterfalls at Agua Azul, and were truly glad we bothered. Although the sun wasn't even out to enhance the vivid turquoise of the river, it was obvious the place hadn't been named "Blue Water" for nothing. Stretching through miles of lush Mexican jungle, the tropical pools are separated by brilliant white waterfalls, and by the time we grabbed our bathing suits we pretty much had the place to ourselves. After a dip in one of the pools and a quick lesson in barrel rolling (that's a swift water flood and river rescue technique, FYI), we decided it was dinner time and settled ourselves into a restaurant.

So it appears we're getting a bit blase about the ever-present hot sauces, having been travelling in Mexico for a good few weeks now, and none of us even hesitated before spooning an innocent-looking salsa onto our food. We only realised it was a lot more potent than it looked as our mouths seemed to catch fire. But far from repelling us from those powerful habanero chilis, when the restaurant-owner brought over a fresh one of the little devils to show us where the inferno in the salsa came from, we took it as a challenge.

Sally - another Canadian traveller we met in Mexico City, and self-proclaimed veteran of spicy foods - braved the first bite, and after boasting she could eat the entire thing "no problem", she soon gave up, eyes streaming and barely able to talk. Before long the evil green pepper was being passed around the table, with each person being dared to chew more of its tongue-destroying seeds. For some reason Ryan decided he was getting a kick out of the pain, and ate until saliva was pouring unchecked out of his mouth and he was forced to turn around in his chair and spit on the floor behind him. Classy.

And yes, for the second time in as many weeks, the boys' eyes were brimming with tears. Somebody tell me... when will the crying end?!

Comments


Jonathan said:

Weak!! I would have rather heard about what you had for breakfast. As Martin Ducavne said "Past is past and we must live the present to survive the future."

December 27, 2005 08:51 AM
Kirsty said:

In my own words, I thought the post was very interesting.
I doubt if anyone would want to hear what you had for breakfast Jonanthan!!!

December 28, 2005 01:14 PM
Jonathan said:

As a matter of fact, I had a great breakfast this morning. I was in a rush and I didn't get to eat at home. Even the idea of another tim horton's bagel was making me sick. I stopped at this little hole-in-the-wall diner that I had never seen called the Downsview Restaurant and had a splendid breakfast. Two eggs over easy, hashbrowns, and dry brown toast. $4. Or 26 Quetzales.

December 28, 2005 02:50 PM
Kirsty said:

That is one of the most tedious pieces of text that I have ever had the misfortune of reading!!

December 29, 2005 07:47 AM
Anne Stewart said:

Hi Ryan,

I'm glad you came home for Christmas, although I think the plane is cheating!! I love to read your site when I get the chance. I'm still envious of your trip (even with your stories of loss and hardships...)!

happy SAILING,
Anne

December 29, 2005 01:28 PM
NAN said:

Ryan, I love it when you are in a hammock on some warm sunny beach. Do take care. Your stories are very interesting and colourful.

Love, Nana

All the best to Brian, Willie and Caroline.

February 3, 2006 02:15 PM
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