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Guatemala,Honduras

Border Crossing: Guatemala to Honduras

Border crossings. Never a dull affair. In this post I recount a particularly long day we spent getting into Honduras from Guatemala. The photos are taken with a lomography style four lens camera. I was glad I had it in my pocket. A while ago I posted about this same crossing, but going in the other direction.

Our day began in Livingston, the Garifuna town on the Caribbean coast and along the Rio Dulce in Guatemala. We awoke reasonably early and strolled ourselves down to the dock where a small boat departs for Puerto Barrios every so often.

Puerto Barrios serves as a main port for the export of bananas. As we pulled into dock, a Chiquita ship laden with containers looked almost set to leave. As we wandered around town attempting to hail a bus, the evidence of former US habitation was clear. Whilst the standard house construction around most of Central America utilizes the cinder block, abodes in towns such as Puerto Barrios are often of weather-board construction, raised slightly on stilts. They are a legacy of the early to mid 1900s when an influx of banana company employees arrived. That however is a whole other story involving terms like “Banana Republic” that I won’t delve into here.

We eventually hailed a mini-bus which screeched to a halt when it saw potential passengers. As is typical, it was already loaded. One of the highlights of Central American travel is definitely the level of intimacy you share with people on public transport. We took our inappropriate positions and settled in for the short trip. The ride out from Puerto Barrios to the border is usually about a half-hour affair with a quick stop at the Guatemalan exit. Due to recent storms and floods however, a bridge had been knocked out which meant it wasn’t as straight forward as normal.

We departed the mini-bus at the beginning of the bridge. A couple of men grabbed our packs down from the roof and slid down a fairly steep slope to where some long, rickety looking timber boats bumped in the fast flowing rapids. We too clambered down, and carefully stepped out into one of the boats. The missing gape in the bridge was pretty big and clearly not going to be fixed for a while, so the guys running the boat shuttle service had a good business going. I greatly admire the sense of entrepreneurship of the Central American people. Hole in bridge = business opportunity. Out the other side, we took another short mini-bus ride to the Honduran border.

The building at the border is quite new. Years ago when I first made this crossing, it was but a small shack beside a mud road. Its good to see at least some progress (despite the fallen bridge). We waited in-line behind a girl who was clearly having trouble with the immigration official. Overhearing her conversation, to make a long-story short, she wasn’t allowed in the country because she was from the Ukraine and had failed to get a Visa prior to her arrival. She was clearly frustrated, and who can blame her. I guess with the relatively young “Central American 4” system, there was some confusion somewhere along the line and neither her nor the official really knew for sure what to do. Apparently she had already been there for an hour and with no end in sight, moved aside so we could get through. I had a guilty feeling as with barely a word, the official opened our passports, punched a stamp on a random page and sent us on our way – the luxury of being a citizen of the US and Australia respectively. I can’t tell you how the girl got on since when we left, there was no progress.

Back in Honduras again, and for Jess her first time, I didn’t mess around and headed to the first Pulperia (corner store) in sight to get myself a delicious baleada and introduce Jess to this Honduran delicacy. A baleada is essentially a flour tortilla filled with refried beans and cheese. They are amazing.

Three buses later, we arrived in Tela, the sleepy Caribbean town I lived in for a year. Thankfully we had managed to catch the last bus out of San Pedro Sula with only a few seconds to spare. The final section from SPS to Tela almost felt like a home-coming of sorts. The rows and rows of palm trees rhythmically whizzed past the window as I recounted my days spent here.

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These epic days of travel that at the time seem like a nightmare, are for me often some of my fondest recollections. Got any experiences to share?

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General

Hostel Reminiscing

It’s been a little while since we were out getting amongst the hostel style of living. In fact, exactly one year since we were both working in one! Time flies. Just did a spot of reminiscing and came across a few photos of times past. Unfortunately a lot of them are “controversial” and so I left them out!

Don’t be left out in the cold and away from the party, book your hostel.

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General

Reflections on Immigration

The challenges we have faced recently regarding myself gaining a visa to live in the US with Jess seemed to stretch out for an age. Thankfully, the hard part is behind us now and we can start building on our lives together. Yet, as hard as it seemed, the difficulties pale in comparison to those endured by many others seeking to immigrate. The process encouraged me to reflect on the situations of people in less fortunate positions than ourselves and what may possess them to leave their home in search of a better life elsewhere. It also reaffirmed that as travelers too, we can provide insight to people back home who perhaps don’t see the whole picture.

Back home in Australia there is a certain bumper sticker which makes me cringe every time I see it. It is simply a map of the country with the words “F— Off, We’re Full” written below. I think it sums up the narrow and selfish outlook of some of my fellow countrymen. Without wanting to get into the debate of immigration laws, which continues to rage on and on, can’t they recognize what it must take for someone to jump on an atrociously overloaded and rickety old boat for countless kilometres of bumpy seas with only the faintest hope of reaching the mainland let alone being granted refugee status there? Of course, these sentiments aren’t confined only to Australia.

I think people are entitled to a sense of pride in their country and culture. Unfortunately though, I feel that much of the anti-immigration sentiment stems from the threat of loss of national identity that is perceived to be the result of an influx of foreigners. This isn’t necessarily the problem for me. What I find hard to take is the complete lack of compassion, the “go home, you don’t belong here” attitude.

What we can do. I think the best thing we can do is educate. As travelers, we have often ventured into poverty stricken nations, witnessed the desperate situations firsthand. I spent a year teaching in Honduras. It was unusual to speak to someone who actually wanted to stay in Honduras.  These people had very little to look forward to. Unemployment soared, corruption was rife and poverty everywhere. It was difficult to see reasons why they wouldn’t want to leave. We can offer personal insights such as these and offer explanations as to why these people have chosen and will continue to choose to risk it all. Tell a story. Recommend a book. Or better still, inspire someone else to travel. Understanding is the key.

A couple of books that I would encourage everyone to read are What is the What by Dave Eggers and Enrique’s Journey by Sonia Nazario. Both are based on the lives of young men, the former from Sudan and the later from Honduras. The stories document the boy’s lives prior to their immigration attempts, as well as the arduous and extremely dangerous journeys they both took to finally arrive on US soil.

What is your take on immigration, both legal or illegal?

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General

Clouds Update

Things have been a bit barren for us on the blog post front lately to say the least. In truth, it wasn’t high on the priority list over these full-on couple of months for us both. All the recent action will culminate on Friday when we tie the knot!

We have been living on opposite sides of the world why I waited for the US Visa to come through. Finally, a few weeks ago it got approved and I was able to make my way to Los Angeles for the big re-unite.

The wedding in some respects is not going to be a romantic affair, since we are just going county court style (largely due to time constraints imposed by the Visa). In many ways however, I feel that all we have been through to get to this stage is romantic enough in itself. Besides, we are going to put something on down the track to properly celebrate the occasion. For now though we are both just happy to get on with our lives together without the restrictions of pieces of paper saying what we can and cannot do. Granted, there is still some wait-time ahead for permission to work and travel and what-not, but the hardest part is definitely over.

So thanks to everyone that still checks back on things here, and we hope to get back to some more regular posting soon. Maybe even one about Friday.

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Australia

Lomography – Overhead Plane

I got this snap back a few months ago out when I was working by the Melbourne Airport. Driving home one day I saw the plane approaching and started wishing I could take a photo. Then I remembered I could do just that, since I had the four-shot lomography sitting on the seat next to me. I frantically wound the window down, pointed the thing in the sky and somehow managed to get the framing pretty spot-on.

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Art,Australia

Under The Bridge – Melbourne Graffiti (More Shots)

Some more snaps taken around suburban Melbourne of the graffiti scene. See our Under the Bridge – Melbourne Graffiti post for a better look at some of the talent in a scene that divides opinions worldwide.

 

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Australia

Under the Bridge – Melbourne Graffiti

Something I love about cities that doesn’t necessarily appeal to the general travel crowd is their gritty, raw side. The places that will never grace any travel brochures, and are generally hidden from normal viewing have a strange appeal to me. One particular feature that I seek out is graffiti. I recently took a spin on my bike around the outskirts of Melbourne to check out some of the under the bridge art sites. Some of the talent is pretty incredible. Indeed relativly recently, a number of street artists have displayed their wares in a gallery setting with stunning success. But, away from the “heights” of the high-art world, I wonder what motivates these underground artists, to put so much time and effort into pieces that will gain appreciation amongst only a very select crowd. Maybe its the risks involved, the breaking the rules aspect, sticking it to the authorities. Or maybe its more for the sake of the piece itself, doing your best work and not really caring who sees it.

Graffiti. Love it or hate it, its here to stay. What’s your take on the street art scene?

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California

Street Dogs + Camping = Good Times

One of my favorites places to go to as a child was Carpinteria State Beach, just twelve miles south of Santa Barbara. You can get camping spots there for pretty cheap and my parents would load up all the kids, a few pots and pans, our green canvas tent and take off. A lot of families from where I grew up would do the same thing and it eventually became the place to be during spring break in high school. I haven’t been home over the summer in years, let alone taken the time to go camping.

Recently my mom, sisters and I decided to drive up with the boys, Regalo and Gruner, for the day. We took my parents small but impressive motorhome with us to accommodate the dogs and just in case there was a camping spot available for the night. Miraculously, there was one spot still available for our crew. The camping sites are even more in demand than they were when I was younger and getting a spot without reserving one is extremely rare. Fortunately, we had my mom with us. She’s a guru of camping. The woman knows everything and I have yet to learn anything about it! She even tried to pass on her knowledge as my girl scout leader. I was too busy making friendship bracelets to bother with perfecting my cow hitch. After settling in and catching a swim, we hit up the local grocery store for a night time BBQ and beers. We ended the night with one too many rounds of Yaniv and not enough Tecate.

In the morning we headed back to the beach.  There is a section of beach that is dog friendly.  The boys have never seen the beach before and fell in love, especially Gruner.  When we’re at home he won’t go anywhere near the pool but at the beach he could resist running into the water to catch and attempt to “eat” the waves.  Since Jamie is also a camping “guru” of sorts he should fit right in at Carpinteria camping grounds.  We’re planning a trip as soon as he gets back to LA!

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Guatemala,lomography

Rio Dulce, Guatemala – Lomography

 

Along the small stretch of the Atlantic coastline that belongs to Guatemala, sandwiched between Belize and Honduras, the mouth of the Rio Dulce stands as the most dominant feature. It extends inland from the Garifuna town of Livingston to the American sailor haven and truck-stop town that shares its name with the river (although to the locals its known as Fronteras). Between the two winds the jungle lined river that is best experienced in a lancha boat journey. Well, that is if you can’t get yourself on-board a yacht!

Unfortunately the camera card we were using to get our snaps isn’t too keen on revealing its contents to us – apart from a “Format Error” message. So it was with some luck that we also got a few shots with the lomography four shot. It offers an interesting perspective on the river and the lancha experience.

The Rio Dulce seems to me like some sort of mini-Amazon. The Lonely Planet lists it as one of its five must-do things in Guatemala, and its easy to see why. The hour and a half lancha ride between Livingston and Fronteras passes by a few sights:

  • San Felipe, a small castle of sorts made by the Spanish initially to stop pirates passing into the expanse of water that is Lago Izabal,
  • White cliff walls, fortunately or unfortunately some of which are splashed with graffiti from many, many years ago
  • A hot spring where you can take a quick dip
  •  Small waterside villages, and local fisherman in dugout canoes.

The highlight for me was definitely just before reaching Livingston, where the jungle towers over you as you weave along, motor humming. Here, it is common for pelicans and other bird species to swoop down over the boat so they can see who is visiting their river.

The Rio was once teeming with Manatees. Unfortunately their numbers have dwindled to only a handful. I spent around two months living along the river and saw only a glimpse of one. I was looking at what I thought was a mostly submerged log when it porpoised its body under the water. Talking to locals, it is not uncommon for them to never have seen any, so I count myself lucky! Still, just knowing they are there kept me alert all the time that I might just see one.

There are a range of accomodation options in Fronteras and Livingston, but perhaps the best way to truly appreciate the Rio is to stay in one of the few hotels / hostels that are tucked away on the river removed from the townships in the jungle. Finca Tatin and El Hotelito Perdido are a couple of choices.

If you’re in Rio Dulce, be sure to check out the hot waterfall of Finca Paraiso while you’re there.

Been to Rio Dulce? How was your experience?

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Guatemala

Guatemalan Kite Festival – Lomography Style

Quite a while back, we did a post on the Giant Kite Festival – Guatemala in Sumpango, a small town not too far out of Antigua. We took the little lomography four lens camera along, and it was only a couple of days ago that I got the film developed! Brought back some memories of what was a pretty incredible day. I think the shots reflect a lot of the action that went down. If you are in Guatemala on November 1st, its an event not to be missed. Looking forward to posting a few more lomography snaps over the coming days from different adventures!