Blurred vision
Tuesday, 16. December 2008, 21:22:50
October 12th, 2008
(On the road somewhere between Chichicastenango and Guatemala Ciudad)
It has been more than 4 weeks now that I am in Guatemala. I have spent the last two weeks working in the north-east of the country on a cooperative farm near Rio Dulce. But this weekend, like every weekend, we take our school bus imported here from Quebec and go visit one of this Maya's land tourist attractions. This weekend destination is Lago de Atitlán(Lake Atitlan), the deepest lake of Central America, bordered by its gracious volcanoes and its small villages renown for their traditional craftworks and textiles.
We have arrived here Friday around noon after a 5 hours drive from the Capitol and since then, we have been constantly badgered by local women and children to buy tablecloths, mats, sweaters, bracelets, necklaces, artworks, toys, etc. It's evident that we tourists are a godsends for these people and they will use any tactic to get our precious money. And no matter how we say it “no, thank you” “solo mirar, gracias” “I'm not interested, thanks”, they keep on trying, lowering the price, showing you a different colour, a different motive, a different size.
It puts you in an uncomfortable situation because you know that they need that money to eat and live and you can see all the work in every item and how ridiculous the price is compare to a similar item sold in any Canadian store but you can't buy everything. So as the weekend progressed you spent more and more money but you also become more hardened in front of 10 or 12 years old kids who try to sell you 12 bracelets for a little more than a buck by saying “this is my work, I made it myself.”
It's also a reason why yesterday evening, when we all went to a local restaurant for supper, we were a bit outraged by the presence of children inside the restaurant still trying to sell us things while we were eating. When you walk in the streets, it's normal that they come and see you but when you try to have a moment of peace and just have dinner with you trip companions, we all thought that the restaurant owner could at least prevent those young salesmen to have access to the dinning room.
But what annoyed me the most was when two of my trip partners cried out “Oh Louis! Take a photo this poor little fellow has nothing to eat and we give him our meal.” That they let the kids circulate freely in the the restaurant to sell us things is one thing but that we begin to feed every kid who will simply come to our table and ask us for food, it doesn't work for me at all.
First this country only begins to have a tourism industry and if they don't respect the tourist's privacy, it will never work. And secondly, giving food for nothing to a child who seems to have the same capacities of any other child in this city while the others all work and weave bracelets or carve wood doesn't seem to me like the good way of acting. What will he learn? What kind of behaviour are we encouraging?
To avoid any confrontation with my trip friends and because I knew that behind their gesture there were evidently some good intention, I took my camera but didn't raise the flash and took a picture which I knew would be blurred due to the lack of light. Everyone was happy and I kept my judgments to myself.
And as for today we have visited another village, Chichicastenango. With is huge “mercado” today's activity was again shopping, even if most of us had bought anything they needed and more in the last two days. Again we had to decline constantly every offer made by every merchant while we were walking in the narrow corridors of the busy market.
At noon we were all happy to take a break for lunch, away from the crowd, before going back to the capital and end this shopping marathon. While I was eating my pizza, I heard a small voice in my back saying “comer?” (eat). I turned around and saw this dirty shoeshine boy both hands held in front of him and his little brother standing behind. I have simply melted in front of this vision and I gave them the rest of my plate.
Sometimes the strongest principles, hardest judgments and clearest visions can become blurred.
















