Wednseday 12th March 2008
The first thing that hit me in the face (thankfully not literally) as I went out of the hotel door on Wednesday morning was the cobbles… The streets in Antigua are basically all cobbled, not just your standard annoying cobbles either, super irritating cobbles made of volcanic rock that are spread just far enough apart to get your casters stuck in and very slippery when wet as I found out the following day.
Below: Antigua Cobbles and a “Chicken Bus”

As I was wandering around by myself trying to find a hotel the situation with the streets made it even harder. This combined with the blistering sun made the whole experience exhausting. We had decided that our budget for the day was $20 per day for everything including, food, accommodation and any travel costs (We soon found this impossible upped the budget to $30 per day), so finding a relatively accessible hotel within our price range and that had availability the week before Easter proved very hard. After going to a few hotels and finding the price way too high or that they were fully booked I decided to stop of for a well earned breakfast.
I found a small arched entrance and decided to investigate the café inside, there were two small steps to get into the courtyard but then there was a level area where I could sit. The courtyard to the café (Rick’s Bar) was beautiful with plants and trees all around. There were a small group of 3 Americans sat having breakfast too and so I decided to ask them where they were staying and if the hotel had availability. They were very helpful and after another coffee I set off to the hotel where they were staying. Once at the hotel, it turned out that they were also fully booked, but they had another hotel that wasn’t yet open but there were willing to rent me rooms. I decided to investigate and went with the owners to the potential building site.
We entered through a garage door into the area that would eventually be the reception and towards the back of the building. Although the rooms were basic, they were clean and already had beds in them, the kitchen didn’t have anything, but they offered to put in a fridge and a cooker if we stayed. The bathroom wasn’t big enough for my wheelchair so I couldn’t shut the door behind me, but I figured that I could jump across from the WC into the shower and that it would be good enough for a couple of days. I told the owners that I’d go back with Edurne later in the day so that she could approve my chosen hotel.
I carried on roaming the streets of Antigua and asked at a few more hotels and hostels but nothing came up, however I came across another great little place. Bacchus, wine, cigar and martina bar is located on 3rd Calle Poniente, No. 12 where they have wine and cigars from pretty much all over the world. After a glass of red, interesting conversation with the Canadian owner (who advised me to try the Black Cat Hostel) and an elderly Mexican customer I carried on my journey to look for the Black Cat, although the hostel was totally inaccessible I decided to stay and have a quick beer there. They advised me to try the Jungle Party Hostel, so I popped in there on the way back to Edurne’s hotel. The hostel really wasn’t my cup of tea, rooms with two bunk-beds in and I could only see 1 shared bathroom for the whole hostel with 2 showers and 2 toilets (1 of which was out of order) and the price was higher than what I’d been quoted at the building site hotel which will be called Amigos 3 when it’s open.
After meeting up with Edurne, we went together to Amigos 3, negotiated the price down slightly and agreed with the owners that we needed 2 rooms for 2 nights starting from the day after. Business was concluded and we went back to Edurnes hotel, had dinner and then crashed after an exhausting day of cobble hopping…..