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Even though it's not long since I last scribbled here, I'm at a bit of a loose end this evening, so figured I'd bring you up to date with my goings on. It could be worse, I could be getting bored and breaking the Corby trouser press in the hotel room (one for the Alan Partridge fans amongst you there). After the photo disaster of my last entry, I won't be trying that again, my photos are on Facebook if you're interested. So, I'm currently in Chiquilma near the Guatemala/ El Salvador border. Tomorrow I take on my first ever border crossing overland. Exciting times eh? I'm ploughing a lone furrow at the moment, having bade farewell to my travelling compadres after Livingston (I´ll get to that in a bit). It's been a bit of a ... read more


Chiquimula, 27 marzo 1990. Reentering Guatamala was pas de problem. I didn't even have to pay the entry fee, did have to pay 8 Lempira exit tax in order to leave Honduras though. I'm entering the Guatamala highlands again full with small pictoresque indio villages. I still have nearly two weeks before meeting up with my travel partner James in Panajachel and plan to spent these weeks doing a lot of hiking exploring the sierras and those indio villages, making sketches in my sketch book, trying to get to know those people, the way they live, get to understand their cultures...sleep early and get up early, start my hikes straight after a hearty breakfast. Yeah, good and serious plans...I mean I might never get back to this part of the world. Knock knock knock, shit, I ... read more


Our trip began flawlessly- no wait at the airport, free wine from a wine rep at the bar we stopped in to kill time (good natured guy named Larry who determined that I should be Curly, since we also had a Mo, and then proceeded to do a 3 stooges stunt, accidentally landing me with a sound smack in th nose in the process.) and great seats on the flight. After a smooth (if relatively sleepless) 4 hour flight, the sprawling lights of Guatemala City appeared. There was a standard 45 minute wait for our bags, and then we found our way via taxi directly through the heart of the shabby city to a bus station. With dizzying speed, we were on a bright yellow bus (with mercifully plush seats, as long as you dodged the ... read more


Dear Friends, First off, the apostrophe on these spanish keyboards is replaced by this symbol { . So, I know my words will look a little funny, but I{m far too lazy to correct the way my fingers work. Anyway! We returned from Honduras today. There are some ruins there that display some of the best carvings in the Mayan worlds. Everybody at the border crossing knows that people leave Guatemala for just a little while and come back, so the formalities are pretty straightforward. The ruins were fabulous. The site was filled with snadstone reliefs and heiroglyphics. We even splurged at split a guide with two women from Helsinki. The man{s knowledge of the place was in depth, though it didn{t really come across in the way he guided us. On the other hand, ... read more
Squirrel, Our Native Cook
The Esquipulas
The Black Jesus


So once we left Livingston, that goofy garfuna town, we took a boat to Puerto Barrios. From Puerto Barrios we took a loooong bus ride, made longer by a blown tire and a gagillion stops to Chiquimula. In Chiquimula, where there is no indigenous culture we have found the most aggresively nice people in all of guatemala. People have budded in to our converstaions just to tell us where we were and where we needed to go, called our hotel to have them unlock the door just because we were standing outside looking confused and genuinly helped us get onto buses and change buses to get from place to place. We think it has to do with the strength of the Ladino culture in this part of the country that has caused the change but it ... read more




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