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.