A Tale of Four Candies

Yesterday I had a rather philosophical conversation with my young nephews. The older one, Erik, is going to be six years old in October and the younger one, Alex, is four years old. They were playing the “Super Mario Brothers” game and Erik told Alex to have patience. Alex said, “I don’t do patience and I don’t know what patience is.” I thought I would illustrate the concept to Alex by posing a question to them.

“Suppose I have four candies to give you. If you want it right this second, you can only get one candy. If you can wait twenty minutes, you can get two candies, and if you wait an hour, you will get all four candies.” To my surprise, 4-year old Alex said, “ I don’t know how long an hour is but I will wait an hour to get four candies.” I am surprised to hear this reply because we are in the age of instant gratification. Alex’s answer is somewhat unconventional, counter-intuitive and opposite to his previous statement.

What surprised me even more was Erik’s reply. He asked me how many candies I had in total. I said,’Four.’ He then said, “We will wait twenty minutes so we both get two candies each.” I commended Erik for being a good brother and showed consideration for his younger brother. Then their dad said to me, “Erik is not thinking about his brother at all. He is just optimising the wait time to get all your candies.”

I reflected on the conversation. Many a time, we forgo a great deal of possible rewards to attain instant gratification. Then there are times that we miss out on many opportunities because we illogically waited for rewards that would never materialize. I suppose the ultimate moral of this story is that we should be content with the decisions we make because life is a very good poker player.

One Tin Soldier (The Legend Of Billy Jack)

"...'Bout a kingdom, on a mountain
And the valley folk below
On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath a stone
And the valley people swore
They'd have it for their very own
... ... ...
And they killed the mountain people
So they won their just reward
Now they stood beside the treasure
On the mountain dark and red
Turn the stone and which beneath it
"Peace on Earth," was all it said."

For some strange reasons, the lyrics of this 1970's song got stuck in my head all these years. I was singing the song while doing other household tasks in the past week. I pondered about the lyrics which might sound too improbable at first. Later I could see that the fictional lyrics was actually a parody of what happened in real life. 

Greed is obviously the motivation of the valley people to kill the mountain people and claim the treasure as their own. What if these valley people investigate the rumour first, would that war still happen? Why would the valley people believe that they deserve to possess the treasure buried in the mountain, especially after killing the rightful owners? 

Seventy years ago today (August 15th, 1945), Japan announced its surrender to the Allied Forces. It was just nine days after USA had dropped a nuclear bomb in Hiroshima, For many years, Japanese troops invaded China and Korea mainly because of the resources and farm land in these countries. The Chinese and Koreans were already "sharing" their wealth with their neighbour, Japan. Yet the slaughter continued as if the Japanese appetite could never be satisfied.

The more recent example would be the American troops were being sent to Iran and Iraq to locate nuclear weapons. Perhaps these deployments could be avoided if the countries have better communications and developed trust in each other. The victims of these actions as a result of this subjective reality were in fact the citizens of both the invading and invaded countries. Just like the long lasting Palestinian/Jewish conflicts over the Holy Land, "Peace on Earth" could only be attained when the involved parties put aside their prejudice and let the tin soldier ride away.

Ignorance is Bliss.

Simon Bolivar, a Venezuelan military leader once said, "By ignorance we have mastered more than force." I could not have agreed more with his statement after undertaking the task of looking after my recently disabled mother.

My mother suffered a massive hemorrhagic stroke in the left side of her brain in October 2014. She stayed in various hospitals for half a year before returning home in April 2015. Prior to the stroke, she was very sharp, talkative and had exceptional memory. Now she hardly utters a few words the whole day. Because of her speech limitations, she appears to be "slow". She is also paralyzed on the right side and is confined to a wheelchair.  At times, I would find her sobbing after failed attempts to do things that "normal" people can do effortlessly. She looks so helpless to the outside world.

When she was in an Extended Care facility, she was nicknamed "Mrs. Smiley" because of the big grin that she was constantly wearing on her face. Somehow her short temper had dissolved into a quietness that was never a part of her personality. Fellow patients and staff were extra nice to her because of this happy facade. Nobody could believe that she was once a demanding, unreasonable and impatient "Dragon Lady" prior to her stroke.


For many years, I have stayed out of her way and we seldom had heart-to-heart conversations. She disowned me no less than a dozen times since my teenage years. I could honestly say that I never experienced a mother's love by any measure. Every time she reconciled with me, she always had an ulterior motive. I asked God many times why our relationship was so irreparable. Now that she is meek and mild, I have a lot of sympathy for her and would go out on a limb to help her, even without her asking me or acknowledging my assistance. I have also found an answer to my age-long question.

Nicaragua Jan 22 - Feb 14, 2015

After visiting Mexico, Belize, Guatemala and Honduras, I had few expectations for my visit in Nicaragua except to visit some volcanoes, lakes, off-shore islands and colonial cities. Because of the injury on my left knee, I opted to skip a couple tourist attractions near the Honduras/Nicaragua border which has some hilly terrain. I went directly from Tegucigalpa to Managua by Tica Bus.

Unlike the majority of independent travellers, I chose to base in Managua and made day trips to Leon, Granada and Masaya National Park. I spent three days exploring Managua. The old cathedral of Managua was structurally damaged during the 1972 earthquake. The ruins of the old cathedral still have a haunting presence at the historical centre. Managua is a city of nameless streets. The shopping malls, markets and universities are often used as reference points. Another distinguishing feature is the “yellow trees” on major throughways of the capital city.

Granada and Leon are colonial cities that most backpackers use as hubs. The younger and more athletic visitors apparently prefer Leon because it offers more activities such volcano trekking & boarding and surfing. Moreover, I liked Granada more because it is heaven for photographers. The structures are better maintained and the buildings are more colourful. The islet dotted lakefront is simply gorgeous. The streets are wide and clean.

I visited Volcan Masaya which is a low, active volcano. The National Park surrounding the volcano is covered by solidified lava flows. Even though the area is not inhabited by people, the park is filled with unusual flora and fauna. I was very impressed with the informative presentation at the on-site museum.

The journeys between Managua and the Corn Islands were adventurous. To travel on a cargo boat is a romantic notion but it could be overwhelmingly challenging in reality. Captain D took 36 hours to travel from El Rama to Big Corn Island and the Isleno D took only 12 hours to go from Big Corn Island to El Rama. In comparison to the Bay Islands in Honduras, I like the Corn Islands more because they are more remote and less built-up. The odd time you could even witness crabs crossing a street to go back to the ocean.

To finish off my Nicaraguan visit, I stayed in Moyogalpa for nine days. I visited different parts of the island of Ometepe. It is a very peaceful place and there are farms and ranches everywhere on the island. The colour of the water is a murky green because the sediments are constantly stirred up by the currents of the lake water.

From Moyogalpa, I made two day trips to San Juan Del Sur and Rivas. San Juan Del Sur is a small beach town on the Pacific Coast. Its main attraction is the sandy beach. Rivas is a transportation hub in the southern part of Nicaragua. I tried to purchase a new carry-on there and found out that the prices were higher than those in Vancouver, Canada but a 2-piece fried chicken combo complete with fries, coleslaw and a soft drink cost only $3.50 USD.

Unlike Honduras, Nicaragua has always been trying to maintain its national identity separate from external influences such as the States, Spain, etc. Silhouette monuments of its national hero, Augusto Cesar Sandino, are erected throughout the country.

Honduras Jan 2 - 21, 2015.

Copan Ruinas was my first stop in Honduras. It also became my travel base in Honduras by chance. From Copan, I first travelled to San Pedro Sula, the North Coast and the Bay Islands. Then I returned to Copan and visited places in the west. Lastly, I travelled to the south and stayed in the capital city of Tegucigalpa for a few days before exiting the country for Nicaragua. 

The mountain roads in Western Honduras were not easy to traverse; however, I did feel very safe when I was in the “hill country”. I would feel secure enough to eat in a food stall near the town square of Copan Ruinas even after sunset. Around Copan there are several places that you can explore on foot or by bike. I also visited the Moon Jaguar Hot Springs Spa one afternoon. The spa is rather remote and has a serene ambience.

One of my Honduran hosts asked me about my top three favourite places in Honduras. My numero uno favourite place was the Copan Archaeological Park and Museum. Being an art-lover, I was impressed with the carvings, sculptures, artefacts and stellaes in this ancient Mayan city. The replica of the Rosalila Temple enabled me to visualize how glorious the city must have been when it was built. The McCaw birds are a colourful addition to this unique ruins site.

There are two Honduran port cities that have forts to guard off pirates and foreign attacks. I visited one such city, Trujillo which is 3 hours drive east of La Ceiba. Trujillo is my second favourite place in Honduras. Even though it is a Port of Call for many cruise ships and there is a fair size gringo population, the way of life remains simple. Its residents were kind to me when I needed help with my wardrobe malfunction.

Copan Ruinas is my third favourite place. It is a small town that remains unspoiled even though it receives thousands of tourists each year. Amazingly enough, it is also the place where I met my two Guatemalan friends. Several locally owned cafes serve excellent Café Americano. Every evening there are Christian worships and choir singing practices. It is a magical place.

Even though I have ridden on motor boats on open seas before, the tour of Cayos Cochinos had to be the most exciting part of my Honduran visit. Caribbean Sea is pretty rough to sail in at the best of times with waves higher than the boat. The sea is a  beautiful sapphire blue but it is always many shades of turquoise in the lagoons. I had a glimpse of the laid-back lifestyle and the traditional Garifuna way of living, topped off with a deep fried cod and plantain lunch.

My visit to the Museum of National Identity was indeed very educational. Hondurans should be proud of their heritage and try to maintain their culture independent of American influences. It is sad that a large part of the population still lives below the line of poverty. More than half of the clothing stores in large cities are stocked with merchandise from American thrift stores. People drink more carbonated drinks than filtered water. My wish for Hondurans is to have a better educational system, healthier diet, and a bigger middle class. 

Highlights of My Guatemalan Visit, Nov 25, 2014 - Jan 2, 2015

Writing a concise recap of a 38-day journey in any country is not an easy task. To capture the essence of my Guatemalan experience became particularly challenging when I liked every aspect of my experience. I have viewed the set of over 750 photos at least three times to try to select certain topics to expand on but to no avail. So I will just deploy a more long-winded chronological approach.

Instead of starting my Guatemalan journey in the capital like I normally would, I arrived in Livingston late November in the hope of attending the Annual Garifuna Festival. Unlike the other parades that I attended in Canada, I was part of this parade. It was definitely a lot more fun dancing with the people than just watching the parade.

Then the next unusual thing happened when I was staying in an eco-lodge on the river, Rio Dulce. After a night of heavy downpour, I went down early next morning to the dock to see if I could take some photos of the freshly replenished river. I saw what I thought was a river monster in the form of an over-sized snake. As I found out later, I actually sighted the elusive manatee at a close range.

My visit to Tikal would have been a standard, touristy affair if it weren’t for the fact that I got lost, trying to find the Group G Temples after a 4-hour guided tour. Even though most of the paths are paved, the distance from a group of structures to the next could be far. On that day, there was a triathlon in the national park. One of the tri-athletes ripped off a map from his tank top, and unexpectedly gave me the most unique souvenir.

When I headed off to Semuc Champey from Flores, I had no reservation for accommodation because I was in a hotel with no wifi in Santa Elena. On my way there, I met a group of young tourists and decided to tag along. I got lucky because the hostel that we stayed in is right outside the entrance of the national park and the setting is absolutely idyllic. It rained most of the night but I managed to crawl up to the peak the next morning to take pictures of the world-renown limestone pools. I rewarded myself with a cup of hot chocolate that was produced by the local kids at high tea.

Another amazing thing happened in Coban. I checked into a beautiful little hotel that is just half a block from the main square. My young friends from Semuc were raving about Antigua and said they could have stayed there the whole time instead. But I wanted to take a more unbeaten path and visit Huehuetenango in the west. I went down to the bus station where the luxury buses were parked only to find out that I would have to take a minibus in the early hours the next morning in the city square.

In Huehuetenango, I attended an open-air mass in the main square, visited a nearby Mayan ruins site and witnessed the burning of the devil on December 7th. I was glad that I made an effort to go to Huehue because I saw extraordinary landscapes. It was funny to see a shepherd girl with her flock waiting in front of a traffic light.

Lonely Planet has labelled Quetzaltenango (a.k.a. Xela) as the most perfect city in Guatemala. Well, it could well be for the large number of Gringos living there. There are several big box stores on the perimeter of the city. In addition, there are neighbourhood markets sprawling all over the city. Somehow the mixture of colonial buildings, Renaissance structures, modern stores and cobble stone streets blended quite well together. The highlights of my stay in Xela were actually a visit to Fuentes Georgina in Zunil and a day trip to San Marcos near the Mexican border.

Lake Atitlan took my breath away from the first glimpse. I based myself in Panajachel and visited several villages around the lake. Shopping and people-watching were my main activities at the lake. Lake Atitlan is one of the few places where traditional ways of life are prevalent. The residents prefer to carry their goods in a basin on their heads. Riding on the back of a pick-up truck is the public transportation norm.

Chichicastenango is about 1½ hour drive away from Panajachel by shuttle but it would take 2½ hours by chicken buses with 2 transfers. I went there on a Sunday. Their Sunday market is the largest in Central America. What really astounded me was how the locals worshipped Christian deity and saints in an indigenous way. Candles were placed in the aisles of the church. Incense was burnt as worshippers chant prayers in their mother tongue outside the church. Their cemetery is even more colourful than the houses for the living.

There are two ways of getting to Monterrico from places north of the village. I entered into Monterrico by way of a slow boat through the mangrove from La Avellana and exited via Iztapa on a highway four days later. One of my young friends from Semuc recommended Monterrico to me. I thought perhaps I should since Monterrico is a vacation spot on the Pacific coast and it would provide a change of scenery. It did give me a chance to take a break after two months of constantly on the move.

My last stop was La Antigua. This former capital city wowed me with its attention to details. Several people told me that it has the most beautiful McDonald’s restaurant in the world. And yes, it does. The city has put in so much effort to hide modern commercialism from sight. There are supermarkets, electronic stores, auto repair shops, etc. in the city but the signs are mostly inconspicuous. Tourists would just see the small grocery stores, ice cream parlours, bakeries, clothing shops and things you would find in an old small town. Flowers are planted everywhere even amongst the ruins and the streets are very clean.

Guatemala City is about an hour bus ride away from La Antigua. It is a modern city with many suburbs. I made two day trips to the city mainly to visit the city centre and the museums there. By coincidence, I was there on the last Sunday in 2014 and attended mass in the main cathedral. The Sunday market outside the cathedral was mostly a clothing market. Many people were buying new clothes for the new year that day, and the mood of the city was joyous.

My last day trip was a multi-destination one. I visited San Andres Iztapa in the morning. After lunch, I visited Tecpan and Iximche ruins. I managed to purchase a hand woven traditional skirt before vendors packed away their merchandise for the day. For weeks, I had been looking for a skirt to match the blouse that I bought in Chichicastenango. The villages around Lake Atitlan favoured blues and purples. Fortunately, Tecpan, like Chichi, favoured reds and oranges. I happened to stumble upon the right tribal colours at the very last minute.

If I could choose only one word to describe my Guatemalan experience, it would have to be “AUTHENTIC”. I ate mostly local food, travelled in chicken buses and pick-ups, shopped in local markets, and even was dressed in traditional Guatemalan clothing on New Year‘s Day.

May God protect this unique country and keep its genuine, loving people safe.