Canon Sumidero

New camera and all, I headed off to magnificent Canon Sumidero this morning. Too bad the battery died. You would have been astounded by this place. Maybe it was for the best. I took in the whole thing without filtering it all through the viewer screen. OK. There are a few shots but they're all before the canyon rises to 100 metres and the river narrows.

Here's a link to somebody else's shots.
http://www.chiapastravelandtours.com/touren2.php
I sat beside a young guy on the van who just wouldn't be impressed by anything. "They talk it up like it's one of the wonders of the world but..." I couldn't relate. This is my second time and it had an even bigger impact on me than the first. This samp even had the choice seat on the boat, elevated above the rest of us right beside the captain.


For some reason we were all given green wristbands to wear and we all had to raise our hands to this guy who made sure we all had them.


We saw three crocodiles! The captain pushed the boat right up against these reeds and I still couldn't see anything. He pushed even closer and that discarded car seat I'd noticed turned into a crocodile. That beast was huge. We pushed on. Those motionless logs seem to blend in so well. I could see myself stepping on one.
They may have been the reason for the wristbands, to identify which boat we fell out of when they analyze the crocodile poop.


Next stop was a charming colonial city, Chiapa de Corzo, I hadn't realized was part of the tour. Total bonus. The sulky boy wasn't impressed. "I was ready to leave in five minutes." He hadn't strayed far from the van.

I walked along and found myself down by another section of the river with a string of restaurants, all featuring marimba bands, wooden xylophones and snare drums. The place I stopped at had small indoor wading pool to keep the children happy while adults enjoyed a bit of down time. There was a miniature xylophone for a three foot four year old raring to go. They had a hard time getting him to hold back and wait for the rest to show up and start the gig. His sticks were poised and ready. He sang.

It was one of those clean, mellow Mexican cities that make you want to chill for a bit. I saw the local Cathedral and realized how much I love these rustic ancient structures. I would have taken a picture. They're not a case of "seen one you've seen 'em all" to me. I thought, "If only we could find a more relevant use for them, like switching ashtrays to candy or soap dishes." Well, here they're halfway there. The rear half, with a serene garden, is the the town museum. Now that's more like it. I think they would all make great museums or hotels or scary houses for Halloween. I realize I can be offensive at times. It's good to remember that I never mean to be and I realize my mistake now (too late) when I shared that thought back at the van with some other travellers who came from countries that call themselves democracies but are still essentially theocracies. Ah well. The best social progress always comes gradually and naturally.

I loved Chiapa de Corzo. It had music, architecture, ice cream and was full of happy people. Meanwhile Mr. Sampy Drawers worked on dimishing the day for everyone else on board. He had others agreeing the city had been a waste of time. He had stayed behind to convince the driver to cut our city stop short. Too bad for him the rest of us wandered off so fast. It must suck to be so cranky and hard to please. Anybody surprised that he wanted McCain to win?

I've been so impressed with Chiapas this year. Even the drives through the countryside to the main tour destinations have been incredible. I'll have to come back. It's time I relocated to a warmer climate where the cold doesn't drive me out of bed at 6:30 AM. I have a ticket to Tulum tomorrow afternoon. Time to hit the beach.

Mor photos of the Canon excursion courtesy of a very helpful and considerate lady I met on the Chiflon trip. Thank you, Erendira Griego Fernandez! Great pics!

Good-bye Guatemala

Villa Lupita

A cathedral in Panajachel as seen by night from the roof of Villa Lupita.


By day


The sock tree

At the end of my stay in Jaibalito, the money had started to dwindle. It was time to go. I could have stayed one more day but I went to swim off someone's dock and noticed the lake was relatively calm after a week of the rough stuff and I packed up. A storm was building from San Pedro's direction. My timing couldn't have been better. It felt like I was being chased.

I checked in at Villa Lupita for the night. I was tempted to just spend a few nights, draw out some more cash and return to Jaibalito for another week but that all changed when I faced my third short-lived financial crisis and stared hard at the possibilty of being stranded so far from home without cash for food, shelter or a way out of town. I'd been pushing my luck too long. There had been too many hints already that Guatemala wasn't a good fit for me and it was time to listen up just as soon as I straightened out the current mess.

I took my card to the only bank machine that ever worked for me and nothing happened. The screen said to insert and remove my card. I kept doing it. I went to every other machine in town and thought I was going to lose the card at one of them. The simple solution was that it was the end of the weekend and every machine was out of cash but I immediately thought in terms of worst case scenarios and filled three notebook pages with solutions. Things weren't as desparate as those three seconds in Xela when the evil grannies lifted my wallet, bank card and all, but it wasn't fun. Getting back to the Mexican border looked like at least a 36 hour fast.

But what if I'd become a victim of major bank fraud while the days passed quietly on Jaibalito? That would be the ultimate disaster. I went online and discovered that the final bonanza of the pension refund had arrived from Korea. I was about as affluent as I've ever been. I just couldn't get near any of it.

In the end, it all worked out. Tom from Cordon Blue told me the machines would probably be full again the following Monday around 1:00 and added some good advice on top of that in case there was a problem with the card. I couldn't just sit patiently until 1:00. I kept running back and forth from the machine to my hotel. The nasty local brat still hung out on Santander. He had long since given up on squeezing anything out of me by providing coke or prostitutes but couldn't just let me pass without calling me a "beetch". Eventually I had to force myself to take a nap and stop thinking about it.

When the money finally came through, the hunger stopped. I'd been resisting a constant ravenous appetite, eating only survival portions to maintain the scant funds. I was on a very tight budget. It must have been all in the head because suddenly that little breakfast I'd had hours before seemed adequate for a while longer.

Away I went on a nice comfy shuttle bus all the way across the border to beautiful San Cristobal de Los Casas with only a few refreshing stops for landslides.
It's nice here. My bank card works everywhere. I've gone back to wearing my wallet in my front pocket.

I took a fantastic tour yesterday. Saw an incredible cave, las Grutas, like something out of the "Journey to the Center of the Earth" cartoon of the 70s and a stunning waterfall, Cascadas de Chiflon. I took some great photos. You would have loved them. Sadly by the time we reached the Montibello lakes, I discovered my camera had been left behind. The van driver couldn't or wouldn't help when I asked if he would call somebody at the waterfall.

I tried not to be but I was a bit bummed. The truth is I never loved that camera. I only bought it because it was waterproof. It had virtually no zoom at all and so many pictures were complete trash. I feel a responsibility for everything I buy and resist upgrading until the current toy is broken and even then I try to fix it first. Now if I can just manage to find something nice in one of Mexico's poorest states, I'll be in good shape. I felt worse about all the great pictures I lost. A couple of ladies took my email address and promised to send some of their photos. I felt a lot better.

So the pictures on this entry are all we'll ever see from the Olympus. I thought I had everything covered when I bought a shock and waterproof job after dropping the Canon in Cheonggye Stream. Losing cameras is a habit I need to break right away.

Wait a minute. Not so fast. A great lady I met that day felt sorry for me and emailed me pictures. I've just ben slow about posting. Thanks again, Erendira Griego Fernandez.

First up are a couple of shots of Las Grutas. Cool place but very difficult to capture with a camera. You have to be there. The lighting is enough to see everything but they defy the lens. Here's some proof that it's not impossible but it really has to be seen in person.


Finally, Chiflon Falls. Magnificent.