26 de Octubre, 2001 Viernes


Maria con su barrilete
Maria with her kite
The cool winds of October and November make autumn kite season in Guatemala. We made several kites and went over to a nearby vacant lot to fly them. The lot is strewn with broken cinderblocks, mounds of dirt and other debris. Power lines cross in three directions, and its border is lined by tall trees. It's not exactly a beginner's kite flying area. But then the local kids that fly their homemade kites here are experts, regardless of the carnage hanging from the wires. Give them a plastic bag, sticks, tape and spool of thread, and in a few minutes they'll have a kite flying high enough to interfere with commercial air traffic.

Our kites flew well, and we even got most of them back to the ground in one piece. Maybe we'll manage to finish them off tomorrow, though.
I almost became a statistic in a chicken bus accident yesterday, and I wasn't even on the bus! A bombero (fireman) from Chichicastenango came by to help us move things to Lemoa. We were on the way there, rounding a sharp curve in the outside lane when a bus roared towards us in the other lane. Now these buses have specially tuned suspensions and can take corners faster than you might think. I've often seen them with the body rolling a good 30 degrees from plumb while the chassis stayed planted on the ground. This one, though, had entered the corner much too fast -- when the driver over-corrected, the rear tires lifted off the ground. The back of the bus swung round, and it really looked like the bus was going to flop over on us. I'm not sure how it didn't.

I almost jumped out of my seat. The bombero driving the truck, however, just gave a despairing wag of the head. He had seen way too many chicken bus accidents in his line of work.


Bus extraurbano
The infamous chicken bus in its native habitat
We took a rural taxi to Xela last week to get Andrés' cast off. We couldn't get our usual driver, so we had to go to the second string. It made for an exciting ride. For some reason our our new driver spent most of the trip in the left lane. Not necessarily passing someone -- he seemed to think it was smoother over there. In the straight stretches I wasn't too concerned, but it was a bit suspenseful when he went around blind corners.

In the rural areas of Guatemala the road is also the main path for foot traffic. There is always a steady stream of pedestrians on the edge of the road, ferrying loads on their heads or backs to unknown destinations. I have never seen any of these travelers express any emotion at the recklessness of the vehicles roaring by them at their absolute maximum velocities. They are a hardy bunch.

Our driver, however, had what it took. I saw several people jump back in surprise as he nearly body-checked them off the pavement. We were often totally out of control, usually skittering sideways across a patch of washboard. Here is a partial list of things I was sure we were going to hit, but somehow didn't:
  • 2 women carrying produce
  • 1 bicyclist
  • 3 dogs, 1 puppy
  • 1 turkey
  • 2 large tanker trucks
  • 1 piglet

Hombre de maiz
Non-motorized transport
near Lemoa

We finished off the resident population of roosters last week. I thought I would share the recipe for the wonderful soup they make:
Rooster Soup a la Hogar del Nino

To Prepare Roosters:
  1. Raise some roosters until they are big enough to eat, or until you can't stand the racket any more
  2. Take a few of the noisest ones behind the woodshed and wring their stupid necks
  3. Chop off heads and drain blood
  4. Soak roosters in water for an hour or so to make the plucking easier.
  5. Pluck
  6. Remove organs; save for soup the next day. Save feet and head, too.
  7. Cut roosters into standard shapes found in the supermarket
  8. Drop rooster parts into boiling water
  9. Add potatoes, carrots
  10. Cook up some rice, too
To Serve:

Pour soup into bowls, along with a piece of rooster. Spoon in a good portion of rice, add a touch of hot sauce, and squeeze in half a lime. Enjoy. It really is delicious, even if you don't have personal differences with some of the ingredients.
 
De Los Niños
Yo soy Andrés. Tengo 13 años y soy de Nebaj. Tenia 7 años cuando vine aqui. Me gusta jugar ajedrez, damas, y Gameboy Color. En el colegio me gusta mas el cursos de matemáticas, ciencia, y biblia. Cuando yo sea grande quiero ser un doctor de huesos o un predicador.


I'm Andrés. I'm 13 years old and am from Nebaj. I was 7 years old when I came here. I like to play chess, checkers, and Gameboy Color. In school the subjects I like most are math, science, and bible. When I'm older I want to be an orthopedic surgeon or a pastor.

Andrés
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