Hello all and greetings from the Saltwater Cowboy and crew
Jack, Travis, and I are currently experiencing an extended delay in Guatemala as we rebuild our boat and prepare for the ocean. Since many of you have written me wondering what the hell is going on, here it is - the journey so far.
We arrived in Guat City wearing our cowboy hats. The lady at the border smiled and asked if we are Vaqueros, which we took as a good sign.
We found our hotel driver, who told us not to give our bags to anyone and watch out for thieves. He took us to his bus and locked us in, for safety he said, and went to find other people. The camera equipment is heavy and expensive, so we made sure to watch our backs.
Guatemala City is a very poor place surrounded by natural beauty. Perfectly shaped volcanos, like those children draw, overlook what are mostly shacks or simple houses. Many of the businesses are guarded by shotgun, often of the sawed-off variety. We ate at Hooters, and our waitress was from Ukraine. To be a Ukranian girl working at Hooters in Guatemala City.
