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Background: The Maya civilization flourished in Guatemala and surrounding regions during the first millennium A.D. After almost three centuries as a Spanish colony, Guatemala won its independence in 1821. During the second half of the 20th century, it experienced a variety of military and civilian governments as well as a 36-year guerrilla war. In 1996, the government signed a peace agreement formally ending the conflict, which had left more than 100,000 people dead and had created some 1 million refugees.



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On trhe ferry, 20 febrero 1990. It is 10.30 in the morning and I watch with interest how this old wooden ferry is filling up with passengers. Mostly black people, the men in suits and bowler hats, the women in colorful dresses that remind me of my trips to africa. Black people have something with colors. The admosphere is merry and the people already aboard chat happily in a mix of sing-song belizian english and guatamalteca spanish, I can hear the ocassional conversation in, what I presume must be Caribe. The dock workers are busy loading enormous packs aboard carrying them [View Full Entry]

heraclio - Hans Klausmann | Read The Full Entry | Subscribe | 0 Comment(s) | 0 Photo(s) | 0 Video(s) | [diary=311356] | 2008-08-12 19:01:45


Panajachel, night time. So we found ourselves a reasonable good hotel, a shower and a few hours to sleep off that all that beer we consumed after getting of the bus from Quetzaltenango. We are now in a bar and we know it is a gringo bar even though everybody around us is doing their very best to speak spanish, I told you in the other entry that this place is nicknamed Gringotenango because of the huge number of gringos studying spanish here. Though James is constantly bla-bla-blaing in my ears, I try hard to eavesdrop on the confusing babble of [View Full Entry]

heraclio - Hans Klausmann | Read The Full Entry | Subscribe | 0 Comment(s) | 0 Photo(s) | 0 Video(s) | [diary=311335] | 2008-08-12 18:30:55


Livingston, same day. It took just about one hour and 30 min. to Livingston and here at the ferry dock it is a busy but gay affair, people getting off and greeting waiting relatives and friends, goods being unloaded and other people waiting patiently to board the ferry for the return trip to Puerto Barrios. Naerly everybody here is pitch black - the Black Carib or Garifuna as they call themselves - so we, the two "rednecks" stand out in this crowd, people approach us asking we need accommodation but Maria tells them off and taking my arm possessively - I [View Full Entry]

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Panajachel, 09-02-1990. despite a bit of a hang-over, too much El Gallo last night, we both feel pretty good and agreed over a hearty breakfast, we are by now really getting into this trip. Leaving James alone at the breakfast bar - he is well on the El Gallo beer trip I believe, drinking away his hang-over from last night - I walk around the colorful streets of Panajachel. The streets are lined with indios from the surrounding villages, selling all sorts of home made souvenirs, caps, bracelets, mojilas, wallets and the like. Por mi Dios, these people - mostly women [View Full Entry]

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Livingston, nighttime. The old wooden table is covered with plates, the remnants of the moots of fish Abuelita has cooked for us is all that is left from a really GREAT meal. Since Abuelita cooked for free only charging us a small fee for our room, me and James agreed to buy a bunch of 1 litro botellas de El Gallo from a nearby shop. We're in the charming company of several young local village ladies, apart from Maria and her two nieces, Veronica and Amber, there is Pearl whose curly afro hair stands out like an untamable bush around her [View Full Entry]

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San Pedro, 11 -02-1990. I am still trying to get over the bashing man-hating construction-type lesbian that was on the ferry with us from Panajachel to this little but very pretty Quetchua village called San Pedro. For reasons unknown to me this man-hating bitch tried to bash me into the bottom of Lago Atitlan for wearing a T-shirt with cut off sleeves while her little lady-friend timitly looked at everything but me. Hey, common mon, I just said "hello" to her petite friend whose eyes were - from under her eyelashes - gorging on the muscle work of my arms. They're [View Full Entry]

heraclio - Hans Klausmann | Read The Full Entry | Subscribe | 0 Comment(s) | 0 Photo(s) | 0 Video(s) | [diary=311339] | 2008-08-12 18:35:35


On the Rio dulce, 21 febrero 1990. The landscape along the Rio Dulce is indeed magnificent. Mangrove swamps that harbour many birds, we see Belted Kingfishers diving off brances into the murky brown water, reappaering with small fish in their beaks. We've just left Livingston and the river is entering a steep and deep walled gorge, the humid air is thick with the smell of bromelians and noicy with the sounds of tropical birds, we see green parrots watching us glide by in our cayuto, their beady and inteligent eyes observing us with keen interest from their vantage points high in [View Full Entry]

heraclio - Hans Klausmann | Read The Full Entry | Subscribe | 0 Comment(s) | 0 Photo(s) | 0 Video(s) | [diary=311359] | 2008-08-12 19:04:47


San Petro, night time. I'm lying flat on my back on my bed here in our little room trying to let the effect of that joint we just had do its work. WOW, tell you mon, this was really good shit. Has been a while since I smoked such good mariuana, I'm really tripping on this dope. Memories of the past are coming back, filling my head but in a real positive way, African colors are swarming in front of my eyes, Thai female voices call to me from the other side of world, oh yeah no doubt about it, I'm [View Full Entry]

heraclio - Hans Klausmann | Read The Full Entry | Subscribe | 0 Comment(s) | 0 Photo(s) | 0 Video(s) | [diary=311341] | 2008-08-12 18:38:51


El Castillo de San Felipe, 23 febrero 1990. Apperently the spanish conquistadores built this fort as protection against marauding pirates that harassed this part of the caribean coast. rumour has it that these english pirates destroyed the fort with the spanish building it up again, and agaian and again. we came here this morning with the mail boat from Livingston leaving Abuelita and all these Livingston black beauties behind with love pain in our hearts and our bellies aching knowing we'll no longer have the luxery of Abuelita's cooking pots. There is the little village of El R [View Full Entry]

heraclio - Hans Klausmann | Read The Full Entry | Subscribe | 0 Comment(s) | 0 Photo(s) | 0 Video(s) | [diary=311360] | 2008-08-12 19:07:02


San Petro, 11 febrero 1990. the painting After a confusing night full with bizarre dreams - must have been that dope we smoked last night - I woke up to that darned "Knock-Knock-Kncok" on the door, not being really surprised it was that Crazy Belgium again 7o'clock, James, it is your newly found belgium buddy who wants to volcano climbing with you. By now it is nearly noon time and I'm sitting in my rented canoe smack in the middle of Lago Atitlan, a great and hot guatamalteca sun beaming down on me and a fine joint in my hand. This [View Full Entry]

heraclio - Hans Klausmann | Read The Full Entry | Subscribe | 0 Comment(s) | 0 Photo(s) | 0 Video(s) | [diary=311342] | 2008-08-12 18:42:34