Visiting Puerto Quetzal, Guatemala/Carlos Pueblo

Visiting Puerto Quetzal, Guatemala/Carlos Pueblo

We landed at Puerto Queztal, Guatemala by passing by another two

Central America Nations, Nicaragua and Hunduras. It is in adjacent to

Mexico to the north and famous for the current migrant issue of the

U.S. Mexican border which Trump wants to build a wall. I remember

after I visited Belize and found Guatemala had a territorial demand

of Belize and forced the British Air Force stayed at Belize for a certain

time period. Now, the Guatemala is in turmoil and its population

take caravan or march toward north to the U.S. for new life.

There is a nice shopping area near the pier for passengers who selected

to stay near the ship and another group to join the excursion to visit the

beach or an active volcano. I chose the third one to march to the city

center which I believed was Antiqua Guatemala, the old Guatemala city.

On the previous night, the dinner with officers was greasy and I drank too

much wine; therefore, I did have a diarrhea and was under such pressure

for the entire morning. I walked pass a gate guarded by security and they

told me not far away. On the way, there were small cabs of three wheels

soliciting business. I was still insisting walking.

The march was a reminder of my youth. I was fond of marching to another

township nearby my hometown, later by bicycle. The scenery of Guatemala

is similar to Taiwanese countryside of the 50’s. I went back to Taiwan and

joined a 30 Km march, about 18 miles, at my old hometown and it was

dramatically changed due to the rapid increase of population. I saw on the

way to Antiqua was still the same. I stopped by a mango stand to enjoy a

piece of big mango. It was a dollar for one and three kinds for me to select.

It was very delicious.

I passed by a Naval Base on the road side and once close to the city center,

the small cab business became busy. I didn’t get in to an outlet center for

tourists and kept on marching until I reach to the third intersection. Someone

mentioned to me that if I would go further blocks, I should meet a parade

and saw a clear picture of the volcano. I was glad that I made it back safe

of diarrhea threat when I reached a restaurant toilet.

Aiza, my adopted daughter from Jade, asked me why not brought back mangos

for her. She said the cruise security allowed passenger to carry one back and it

was too late.