A recently created Big Band from Guatemala opened the annual Jazz Festival, a month ago. This years festival it’s almost over, a few concerts are left for this week, both in Antigua and Guatemala City. If you are in Antigua today don’t miss Eliana Burki at CFCE (Centro de Formación de la Cooperación Española) Yesterday we had the chance to see her in a marvelous concert, in the main picture she plays the alphorn.
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I write this as I listen the new Ishto Juevez album, and you can as you read:
I wrote about him more than a year ago, and just last week he launched his new album in a fabulous concert. If you’re curious. this is more like a concept album, the ongoing latin american migration. But that’s not all, I really like the poetry, spiritual messages and sharp observations.
By the way, do you have an idea about what “ishto” means in Guatemala? have you heard this word in other hispanic countries?
I came to know Sergio as a client, and today I want to share some of his work with all of you. One of the greatest satisfaction of carrying a camera has to be the people you meet, the artist you admire or a brief moment that you want to capture. This was not the exception. Sergio was always kind and open, even sharing life-related wisdom, here and there.
Gandarias’s work has been shown in more than a dozen solo exhibitions, also his work is in several private collections and museums, he says he has exhibitions every two years or so.
The Castillo de San Felipe, housing a 50 Spaniards, is a fortress built in 1595, to protect the wearhouses down river where Spaniards stored precious metals and “Cochinilla”. The fortress was
Honi soit qui mal y pense reads one of the canons captured by the garrison of a buccaneers ship.
I’ll have more abot the castle. Right now im en route to some caves full of mayan artifacts
Volcan Santa Maria, 12,375 ft in Altitude.
Getting to the volcano is easy, a four hour drive from Guatemala City to Xelaju, Capital city of Quetzaltenango. From here it is an easy 10 or so minutes drive to the little town where one can start the hike up the volcano.
There is plenty of private parking lots, where you can leave your car overnight for a small fee of Q30, less than $4.
From this parking lot, it is an easy three kilometers hike, with a slight degree of inclination, to a small plateau where one can witness a great view of the volcano. At this plateau we found dozens of people resting from their hike down from the summit.
I saw a large group of children, maybe around 10 years old, led by three or four foreigners, they sounded like USAians. Next to them were 10 large black trash bags full of empty plastic bottles. Of course, left behind by fellow hikers. Yeah, it is one of the realities here in Guatemala, whenever you hike up a mountain, the easiest way to find your way is to follow the trash… I’m glad there are people like them who are willing to help clean up our mess. Too bad I never got to ask who they were.
Locals are mean.
When we starting the hike up the volcano from this plateau, we asked a local coming down from the summit: How long to the reach the top? He replies: about two hours. Much later we ask the police officer escorting us, how long to the summit. He says: About two hours. Great! We were not moving at all. A little later we encountered another local coming down the summit and we enquired the same: how long to the summit, he tells us about two hours. We continue hiking up on this very difficult terrain and about thirty minutes later we found a couple of local elderly men coming down from the summit and we ask them the same. Oh, you still have a long way to go, but keep a steady pace and you’ll get there. Our moral is shattered but we continue up hill.
Much later when the summit is within reach, there were three local children, no more than twelve years old, coming behind us. They were running, seemed fresh, no sweat on their faces, while we were consumed by exhaustion. They passed us and we witness them running up this very steep road like there is no tomorrow. Meanwhile we could not keep a steady pace form more than ten minutes without having to stop a few to get some rest.
On our way up the volcano, we find this couple of Guatemalans coming down from the summit. Surprisingly, someone from our group knew who she was. She is Barbara Padilla he says, she is climbing Mount Everest month. Next day when we were returning from the summit, half way down we found the same couple again; I enquired: Are you going up again. Yes! “solo vamos a subir y bajamos de una vez.” We are just going up (the Summit) and immediately coming down.
At the summit
Our large group split in several small groups, some way behind. I remain on the leading group along two other hikers. We were exhausted but the summit was within reach and we just kept on going. We reach the summit and they stayed on the crater, while I ran up the rock that were the highest elevation! Just to please my arrogant competitive spirit. Don’t you dare doing the same! I mountain-goated (my word) up these rocks to reach the highest one and when I stand on the top one, with my backpack on, there was a very strong wind gust which almost knock me over.
Great! Another summit and it is very cloudy, one could see nothing down bellow. I was able to observe the sun, few minutes before it set, but it was of course covered by clouds the rest of the time.
I quickly went down the campsite area and set up my tent to withstand the extreme cold temperatures and the wind.
A little later I leave the comfort of my tent to see if I can do some stars photography but, once again, it was too cloudy to see any, and the cold temperatures and strong winds forced me back to my tent.
A little after ten o’clock, I peek through my tent’s window and see a very clear sky!
I get out and start to do some night photography. Nothing great came out of this session, the cold was almost unbearable, too harsh to keep handling a cold tripod and camera.
I went to small group of people who were attempting to heat up some water for soup. There was no firewood at the summit, and everyone was too cold and tired to go down and get some.
We all ended up using lukewarm water for our instant soups before going back to the tents for some much needed sleep.
Eli does not sleep much.
I getup around 3am and to my surprise, there was no wind and skies were 100% clear! I set up all my equipment and start playing with my camera and finally got some nice pictures of the dense area of the Milky Way. I saw some shooting stars and bumped into some other sleepless people like me.
Sun rise and an insolent Santiaguito Volcano
Everyone starts waking up around 5:30ish and we line up to see the sun rise. This is an splendid show: one can see a series of volcanoes on the horizon, we see a large gas cloud from the erupting Volcan de Pacaya, and closer to us; Volcan de Fuego is also giving us a great show!
After sunrise, Paul, a friend of mine, invites me to go see the Santiaguito Volcano, a tiny but powerful volcano next to the Santa Maria. We reach this cliff where one has a nice view of the volcano and we started waiting for some activity. I’ve heard the volcano is very active, with constant small eruptions. We were seated there waiting for some activity and nothing happened. We waited and waited for around 30-40 minutes and finally we hear some rumbling, some large rock rolling from up high and we start observing some gas emissions and we hear a loud Bang and there it is, the volcano erupts! I got some nice photographs during the eruption and a little later I start walking back to base camp. I’m coming up this cliff and I hear the same symptoms of the previous eruption and I tell myself: This bad boy is going to erupt again! I stopped walking and set up my tripod and camera again, and there it is, another smaller eruption of the Santiaguito! I stay there for another 15 minutes or so, just waiting to see if anything else happens. Nothing! I leave towards camp.
There is some folks boiling water with a gas stove, I approached them and asked them if I could have some of the water for my soup. Of course they say. I go back to my tent, leave my tripod and camera and grabbed a cup of instant soup. No more than two minutes later, water was ready.
And I turned my head towards the other side of the camp site (where the cliff were Santiaguito is visible is) and I see a huge, ginormous cloud. That’s from Santiaguito I tell my self. I leave my soup behind and ran to that side! Paul: you just missed it! There was an explosion ten times greater than I had seen. In fact, Paul tells me, there was some red magma at the bottom of the explosion!
I hate you Santiaguito! Couldn’t you have done it 10 minutes earlier!?
Oh, by the way: there was a Mayan Ceremony at the summit. I’ll give a better account of that later.
Ok, I am not sure how unique this is to Guatemala, but I have never seen it anywhere else (Have you?).
Cervezas Preparadas are something ubiquitous at cevicherias (a place where ceviche is sold. It is very simple to prepared, but every cevicheria has its own recipe, basically: Worcestershire sauce, soy sauce, fresh lime juice, salt and pepper if you may; you stir it a bit and add an ice cold beer of your choice. And that’s it! You got a prepared beer. I once had it with fresh oysters juice and it was delicious too. It is the perfect pairing for any seafood dish. So, don’t forget to ask for a prepared beer when you get your ceviche.