Concrete Craziness
December 13, 2008 by Richard McGuire · 1 Comment
Saturday, 13 December, 2008, Cancun
I arrived last night actually slightly ahead of schedule, and entry into Mexico was a breeze. This is not the Mexico I’m used to. The airport was modern, and except that Spanish came above English on the signs, I didn’t really feel I’ve left the United States. Yes the airport staff was Mexican, but so it is too in many American airports.
I had no trouble getting a collective taxi, which is much cheaper than a private taxi, and the driver and others I encountered seemed pleasantly surprised that I spoke Spanish.
Some of the other passengers were tourists going into the hotel zone, so I got to see it. Rarely have I seen so much concrete in one place. The hotel zone sits on a long peninsula separated from the Mexican centre of the city. It was high-rise hotel after high-rise hotel, with palm trees decked out in lights. I have never before seen a resort like this – it reminded me a bit of Las Vegas, with less glitter, only slightly, but seemingly more immense. Perhaps it was like Miami Beach, which I’ve never been to. I passed a few loud party scenes with dancing gringos and English-speaking DJs, and lots of alcohol flowing.
The hotels where we dropped passengers had glittering lobbies, doorman, and high walls and gates. Everything to protect the tourist experience from the Mexican experience.
Soon we entered the more Mexican looking city center, and the atmosphere completely changed. It’s not an old colonial style Mexican city, but rather a city thrown together in the 60s and 70s with cheap concrete block construction, but this is where Mexicans live and work. My hotel, the Terracaribe, is quite acceptable by basic Latin American standards. The room has no window, except to the central corridor, and the walls are concrete painted white, with tile floor and surfaces. There’s air-conditioning, hot water, and even semi-reliable wireless Internet, and it’s relatively clean.
I got a slow start this morning, desperately needing some sleep, but soon I will try to catch a bus to Chetumal near the Belize border.
Airport Madness – Written Dec. 12
December 13, 2008 by Richard McGuire · 1 Comment
MacDonald-Cartier Airport, Ottawa, Dec. 12, 5:30 a.m.
Flying isn’t so bad once you’re in the air. It’s getting into the air that I find the most stressful.
I got a cab to the airport that picked me up at 3:30 a.m. after only a few hours of restless sleep. Blueline isn’t making appointments for pickups because of the transit strike, but the cab was on time. He raced through the empty Ottawa streets to the airport. If only traffic was that light at other times.
I hate airports. Long standing in lines like cattle. Then my least favourite – the security search. It seems they base the rules on the last terrorist incident instead of the next. Thanks to that damn Richard Read, the shoe bomber, everyone now has to remove their shoes. Thanks to those terrorists with liquid explosives, they now seize from little old ladies any 200 ml tube of toothpaste, even though there’s only 30 ml still in the tube. I pray that no terrorist ever tries to smuggle explosives in his anal cavity, or CATSA will be lining up passengers for cavity searches in full view of everyone else before they can get through security.
I’m now at Gate 5 with about a half hour before my flight to Chicago boards. Then, if all goes well, I’ll have a long wait in Chicago before getting a flight from there to Dallas-Fort Worth, and from there another to Cancun. Gone are the days of Max Ward and Wardair. If I’m lucky they might sell a bag of pretzels for $10.
Dallas-Fort Worth, 12:25
So close, but so far. I was faced with a five-hour wait in Chicago, but decided to check if I could get on an earlier flight to DFW. I was lucky. There was one going in a few minutes and I was able to get a standby seat. The only catch is my checked bag will go by my old itinerary. For that reason, I wasn’t able to pull the standby routine on the DFW-Cancun leg. I could have got a standby ticket and been there this afternoon, but they won’t let you arrive separately from your bag on an international flight. Oh well, I can get to know the DFW airport again for the next six hours. At least it’s sunny and there’s NO snow! DFW now has a cool monorail system between its terminals, so if I get tired of reading I can ride around.
I considered spending some time going into central Dallas to take a look around. In particular I’ve always been curious to see the book depository from where Lee Harvey Oswald allegedly shot JFK, as well as the infamous grassy knoll. But this would’ve meant leaving the airport, worrying about getting back, and going through the security hassle again. So I decided to stay put until and even caught a little sleep seated in a chair.
Transit Madness
December 11, 2008 by Richard McGuire · Leave a Comment
Yesterday was the worst winter storm of the year so far. By pure coincidence (I suppose) the union that staffs OC Transpo, the city transit system, went on strike. No city buses ran, except the ones coming from the Quebec side.
City traffic was at a crawl, as about 20% more cars inched through the unplowed snow trying to get to work. As I live about 3 km from work and no longer have parking privileges, I decided to go to work on cross-country skis. Not a bad idea in places, but the trails weren’t well packed, and some of the sidewalks were salted and slushy.
In the countries of the south, such a situation would never occur. Sure, there could be many other problems, but real competition exists in transportation. There is no city monopoly. Even if several bus companies went on strike together, thousands of taxis and minibuses would get people where they want to go. And thousands of other private vehicle owners would try to make a few pesos or quetzales by turning into temporary, unregulated taxis.
Now my only concern is whether I can make it to the airport, and whether my planes will get off the ground. For the sake of my colleagues though, and everyone else, I hope this strke ends quickly.
Ottawa Insanity
December 9, 2008 by Richard McGuire · Leave a Comment
I have a love-hate relationship with Ottawa. When the tulips bloom on a sunny day in early May, I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather live. Same in October when the autumn leaves turn all shades of crimson and gold.
Then there’s winter. Ottawa becomes hell on earth. Constant snow alternating with freezing rain. Traffic slows to a crawl and streets are a slushy, icy mess to walk in as you scramble and slide over frozen slush banks. Edmonton was much colder, but at least it was a DRY cold.
And then there’s work. I work with a great bunch of people on Parliament Hill, and every time I walk down the halls of the Centre Block I think what a privilege it is to work in the heart of Canadian democracy among the historic institutions of our nation.
But it can be insane, and recent weeks in our nation’s capital have been exactly that. After the stress of an election followed by other instability, I need to get away. So I cashed in my Air Miles from several years of shopping, and plan to spend a month in Belize and Guatemala, escaping the Ottawa Insanity. On Friday I fly to Cancun, and hopefully the next morning I’ll catch buses over the border into Belize. The idea of a shopping centre resort like Cancun has no appeal to me, but it’s the closest to Guatemala that my Air Miles could get me.
Belize is the only country of Central America I’ve never been to. It’s more Caribbean than Central American, an English-speaking former British colony once known as British Honduras. It’s a mixture of cultures — Black Caribbean, Mayan, East Indian, and even a handful of Mennonites, some of Canadian origin. Geographically, it combines coral reefs with jungles dotted with Mayan temples.
I have been to Guatemala several times, the longest in 1993, when I studied Spanish through a one-on-one immersion program in Antigua, staying with a family. Guatemala is the most indigenous of the Central American countries, and the many Mayan cultures thrive today with people who are among the most colourfully dressed in the world. Guatemala has a tragic history, marked by human exploitation and culminating in the civil war and massacres that peaked in the 1980s. In fact, on my trip in 1993, I was there during the collapse of a dictatorship in a failed “autogolpe” or “self coup” that bore a striking resemblance to certain recent events in Ottawa. Will Stephen Harper, like General Serrano, be swept away in disgrace in a wave of public disgust?
A couple years ago I took a picture in Ogdensburg, New York, that I keep on my wall to remind me never to take Ottawa too seriously. It has a sign that reads: “Bridge to Canada Psychiatic Center” and beside that is another sign showing a bridge that says: “Ottawa – Canada’s Capital”. The signs say it all! Actually, I love the madness, but only for so long at a time.
