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volvemos
Three years later, we’re back. It’s been just over a month since we returned to Honduras to continue filming, this time with a third crew member (our daughter Matilda, who at nearly two years old is already fascinated with the cameras and all related equipment.) The world has changed radically these past years, and Honduras…
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building blocks
Working on these toys for our little one, I was wondering if I should paint them with colours. Matilda is on this planet for only six months, so it will be a while before she can play with them, but it’s on my mind. I began to think more deeply about life phases. If I…
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alfombro roja (red carpet) – Tegucigalpa, Honduras
There’s always electricity in the air on the night of a movie premiere. Photographers mill around the red carpet. Anyone and everyone connected to the film is dressed ‘to the nines’. For those who’s names are on the marquis… it’s guaranteed there’s a fair amount of nervous tension. For the director/writer and producers, usually over…
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a haven in the hills – Valle de Angeles, Honduras
Ela and I bade farewell to Lowell and Mayra, our friends in Santa Elena who so kindly hosted us for a needed week of rest, and headed to a small town near the capital, Tegucigalpa. Valle de Angeles is a quiet, green, artsy pueblo tucked away in the mountains 45 minutes of winding, two-lane highway…
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In search for the positive perspective
I am still waiting for someone jumping out of a bush and laughing out loud: „Prank!! Pip is here.“ I mean he was hidden by the family the first time when I came back after some time in the States though it was just for some seconds. It is still surreal. After two nights sleeping…
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chapters close – Santa Elena, Honduras
Once released from the Guatemalen border, we drove all day through the mountains and found a campsite on the shore of lake Atitlan. It rained hard, and thunder shook above us, but the tent remained… fairly dry. Dawn over the lake was nothing short of transcendent. No words could describe it. We wound through the…
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attitude is everything – Tapachula, Mexico
We have learned not to trust the GPS estimates of travel times. In these jungle mountain roads, 60 kilometers can easily take three hours to traverse. Sudden rain, topes, large trucks, livestock, potholes, the inexplicable disappearance of a road, wrong turns, confusing signage, etc. – all add up. We got halfway to Tapachula dipping up…
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red tape at the border – Chiapas, Mexico
We woke early and made our way deeper into Mayan lands, stopping for breakfast at a lovely little restaurant with a stunning view of a valley bursting with cornstalks. One gets the sense that all you’d have to do is throw a handful of seeds, and the next day, your harvest would be ready to…
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viva la revolución – Chiapas, Mexico
We bade farewell to the city of Oaxaca and headed south on route 175. It runs south along the valley floor and then climbs high into the mountains, serpentine and lush. At San Jose Pacifico, we found a rare gem of a community with fresh-brewed kombucha from a quick-footed local bruja, international travelers, rich local…
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stone soup and shattered glass – Oaxaca City, Oaxaca, Mexico
At some point in the night, probably while Polo (our new friend and couchsurfing host) and I were sharing a smoke and discussing UFOs, someone, or a group of someones, bashed in Berta’s backseat window. Ela was quietly sleeping, resting off the stomach problem that had ruined the first part of her day, Polo and…