Lucia has something to say

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Guatemala: Bars and Locks, Locks and Bars

In Guatemala City, everything is double, triple, quadruple locked and behind bars. There's a gate across the residential street here, with a guard who opens and closes it. There are high walls in front of the house, and bars on the windows. It doesn't matter if the wrought iron is twisted and decorative. It still is keeping other people out and me in. The small tiendas are behind bars, and I have to point to what I want.

Yesterday, a cabbage truck turned over nearby and line formed to toss the cabbages, one by one, back onto the truck. Last week, a big sinkhole in the city made the international news.

I'm very glad to be leaving the city tomorrow, and heading out away from so many bars and locks, locks and bars.


Blogger meno said...

Are all the bars necessary? Is it dangerous?

11:01 PM  
Blogger r said...

I'd wonder what or who is being kept out, or is it we that are being kept in?

Is it scary?

11:31 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I locked my door last night, an odd thing in Northern Michigan, and I blame it on reading this BLOG.

Nice meeting you in Rwanda.

9:51 AM  
Blogger St. Dickeybird said...

In Liberia (Costa Rica), a little girl in our group commented that barbed wire must be really cheap there - everybody had loads of it!
Charmingly scary...

10:18 AM  
Blogger Gordo said...

We saw lots of razor wire in El Salvador. I must say it's a nice change from the broken glass you see embedded in the tops of walls in the Dominican.

10:22 AM  
Blogger Lynnea said...

I hope you are safe and enjoying yourself inspite of the cages. I miss you.

11:04 AM  
Blogger QT said...

Quito was the same way, with the bars and the broken glass on top of the walls. I am glad you are leaving for greener pastures.

1:21 PM  
Blogger Tink said...

Bars and locks huh? Sounds like Jacksonville. I saw a puppy in the road the other night and called my Mom to see if I should go back and rescue it. "Where are you?" She asked. "Orange Park," I said. "In the ghetto?! Oh hell no. Don't get out of your car!"

4:20 PM  
Blogger Girlplustwo said...

that reminds me of San Salvador. or maybe i am just wistful.

5:06 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

And the high walls, razor wire and armed guards patroling the cruise ship beaches of Haiti. Ugh.

7:15 PM  
Blogger thailandchani said...

Yes, it's a totally different environment with all the locks and bars. Guatemala has quite a history. :)



10:08 AM  

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home