Courtesy

I want to talk about something I may have gone on about before. I'm not sure if I did, perhaps I didn't, but I'm going to do it anyway. I want to talk about the courtesy that the rich Guatemalans show all the other people, and how they need to be taken down a peg.

First off, I should talk about how the land is distributed in this country, specifically in this region. Relatively speaking, there are three types of people who own any significant land down here. Those people are either foreigners, criminals, or politicians (some might say that the latter two are the same group). You see, the people who own the land next to us, are druglords. The next three properties are owned by the druglords and their associates, and the fourth property is owned by the president of Guatemala. Strange isn't it?

It's Back

I can't remember the last time like this, but after about two weeks of dry conditions, it stormed once again this night. It's odd, apparently September is supposed to be the wettest month of the year, yet it's been by far the driest so far. Tonight though, everything changed again. As evening arrived, instead of the normal picturesque sunset, heavy dark clouds covered the landscape. An hour or so after that, sheet lightning filled the sky, and soon regular bolt lightning joined in. When the thunder rang out, surprisingly Sonic ran for cover. Now, usually Molson is scared of loud cracking sounds, but this time Sonic ran for the bottom of the boat. In fact, he only came out of hiding as I typed this up.

Great Taste

Tonight I had a simple meal that was much greater than the disappointing jambalaya of before. This meal was homemade, so it has nothing to do with any of the restaurants here, it was merely a product of my mother. The meal itself was a simple plate of roast beef and rice, but is was so delicious I can't even believe it.

You see, the beef was prepared in a slow cooker all day, with white wine as the only thing added to it. I don't like the taste of alcohol, so I don't really drink wine, but with all the alcohol being burned off through out the day, it gave the beef and intensely rich flavour. That's not even to talk about tenderness. The meat just came apart like cotton candy. Sometimes the simplest things in life are truly the best.

The Promised

Here it was after failure to acquire the promised sustenance, we once again had our chance to claim victory. Wanting no mistakes this time, my parents left much earlier than normal time to get this promised stuff. This stuff of course was the jambalaya from Vista Rio that my dad wanted to buy a little over a week ago. Pressured my public demand, Vista Rio made another batch of jambalaya, and my dad would not allow himself to miss it once again. He left a little bit before 3, and returned a little while later with five orders of the stuff.

My verdict.

Garbage

I don't have much to say today because this was another day where nothing really happened. Because of that, I'll talk about the dreaded trash removal process.

First off, our one and only trash bag is kept in a trash compactor located in the kitchen. One mystery of the compactor is that no matter how hard it's cleaned, there is always a small dirty pool of water building up at the bottom every time we change bags. The bags aren't ripping, so maybe the excessive heat causes this?

A New Year

The summer is over, vacations around the land come to an end as people get ready to head back to school. My vacation to is at an end, I've packed my things into my suitcase and am prepared to head back to school for some more knowledge. All though my time down here in the Rio was brief, it feels almost like an entire lifetime. Yes, by this time tomorrow, I should be in Calgary, ready to resume my normal life.

But they won't drown...

Yesterday I was getting ready to go to bed, and went to my bathroom. I hate using the bathroom on this boat, there is no ventilation, so it's hot like an oven. You can walk in perfectly normal, but when you come out you'll be drenched in sweat. When I say drenched, I mean covered in the stuff where your clothes end up soaked. It's that unbelievably hot.