Bye Bye Neighbor, and your little dog too.

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Have you ever tried so hard not to break something, so nervous that you ended up dropping it? I have, I am one who can see the road ahead, not necessary the future, ok maybe in the immediate future.
What can I say, sh*t sticks to me. I am so used to it, it’s like playing chess, I have to know what all my future moves are…just in case.

I live a non-existent social life. I’m not complaining, it’s how I choose to live. Away from the lounge lizards, the “girl pool” and the bar scene. I do enjoy my Facebook time and have come to feel it has this invisible barrier which protects me from the rude, insincere or the just ass’s. The barrier isn’t fool proof…How ironic is that line?

I have a neighbor who has 4 Chihuahs. When she moved here several years ago, she told me, she was lonely and got the 4th one? Are you kidding me? We all know how these overgrown, shivering beasts bark. Yap, yap, yap. All day and into the evening. I have one big dog, Woof. My dog has his downfalls. He’s a great dog but if another dog barks, he’s got to respond and loudly. After a year I decided I would have to confront the owner. I tried this 6 months ago by calling the city and asking an officer to drop by and warn her that there had been a complaint, nicely. He did this and for a couple of weeks it was better. I made a big effort to keep my dog at bay also. But it was time.

I spent a few days contemplating how to approach this woman. As I have mentioned I pretty much like being alone, I don’t like to know my neighbors too well either, always looking ahead with my head down. I figure if I stay out of their business, they will stay put of mine. Say “hello” while walking the dog or going to the mail box is as close as I want to be to my neighbors. I didn’t want to come off as a bully about her dogs or even confront her face to face if I didn’t have to. You ask a stranger to please respect the neighbors and do something about the barking and, well, who knows how that’s gonna work out. I try to avoid confrontations at any cost and came up with the perfect solution…the note written and placed in her mail box. Not a nasty note, not threatening to poison the little bastards, just a nice note saying it’s time to do something.

The next day I received my own note with comments added and copied asking everyone in the neighborhood, who wrote the note? She was pleasant and wanted to “work together”. So, of course, the great human being that I am, I did the right thing. I went over and told her it was me. She understood and wasn’t angry but the more she talked the more defensive she became. We agreed to try to keep our dogs quiet, and for the past week it has been pleasant. She is doing a marvelous job and in return mine doesn’t bark nearly as much and when he does I try to ward it off as quickly as possible.

Well, there is always that one special person in your neighborhood who you always expect to be behind anything out of the ordinary. And that special person lives between my dog hoarder and myself. And she’s friends with the mother of the little beasts. Of course it doesn’t take long before she has discussed it with everyone in the neighborhood. She was determined to find out who wrote the note and after she was told it was me the fuel hit the fire for another round to the neighbors with whatever. One simple request, which is working for both of us, and the drama keeps building.

I had had enough. She likes to walk her dog, another hairless, shaking toco dog, when she sees my housemate. She’s already brought up the barking to her this week.

I calmly went out on my drive where she had intercepted my house mate while walking her dog. Yes, we all have dogs but not all of us have a need for 4 of ’em. I kindly ask her of she had anything she wanted to discuss with me and she looked like she had been caught but followed through with the expected “no, why?”. After a few heated moments I had finally been able to come to the point, “mind your own business”! I did it, I finally blew my top and told her it did not concern her and it was not her business. I don’t have any issues with her dog, if it barks I must have just learned to ignore anything around this lady as well as herself. One of those future premonitions again. Should have saw it coming but I didn’t. She kept on and on about being friends with the dog whisperer. I made it clear that we were both working together and the neighborhood was better for it but she had to stick her nose in and stir the sh*t. I un-politely told her to get off you property.

It felt good, my knees shaking as bad if not worse that those yapping nightmares. Done, over. No collateral damage to speak of. Then she shows up on my door step with her little rat dog the next night. Of course my dog is coming unglued and his deep bark bounces around my high ceilings until it penetrates my head like a lighten rod. What could this woman want? Has she finally gone over the edge to be on my door step after I un-politely told her to get off my property?

As I am fighting my dog who is trying to get through the 3 inch crack of the door she is standing there talking with both dogs barking to beat the band. What is that you said? You want to be friends?

Think fast….

I bypassed the question as smoothly as possible. I told her if I had a problem with her dog I would let her know. She replied “I was walking on the other side of the road and your dog is still barking, where do you want me to walk him?” Oh Lord, why me? Seriously?

I thanked her for coming, shut the door and cut off the porch light. Good Night Irene.

So it’s Valentines Day….Bah

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Ok, it’s Valentines Day. Yesterday I traveled from Livingston, Guatemala to La Ceiba, Honduras. This was a prearranged reservation with a hotel which was supposed to set up my 8 hours of transportation. That did not happen. Here is what did.
6am- sat at dock for boat which did not show up.
7:30- Took a launch, kinda like a chicken bus, to Puerto Barrios.
8:15- Taxi to Marcardo to catch van
8:30- Van to border crossing
9:30- Walked across border
10:15- Chicken Bus to Puerto Cortez
1:30- Bus to San Pedro Sula (the most dangerous city in the world)
3:00- Last bus to La Ceiba and to my hotel for the next 3 days
7:30- Finally in La Ceiba

This morning, water not working, room ok but bed almost left me paralyzed.
After breakfast I came back to my room to find the neighbors laundry hanging over MY hammock. NOT! I looked at it for several hours, tried to ignore it and even thought I would give them until tomorrow to move them but decided it was time to send the undies back! Not that I had a great view but just could not make myself relax under men’s briefs.

Valentines Day? Yea, right.

Guatemalan Busses, not just for the Chickens any more

The colorful busses seen across Guatemala are commonly know as Chicken Busses. The used school busses are acquired from the U.S. They are then “pimped” out by their owners, adorned by special stripes, logos and shiny aluminum accessories inside and out. Tires with custom wheels roll these spirited busses along most towns and highways.

In the past these busses were known to carry passengers who transported chickens high above on the roofs of the busses.

Locals prefer the cheap rates equivalent to .30 and the drivers make certain it is filled to 120% capacity. Afternoon passengers include school children, women and men all loudly chattering in Spanish as they get on and off. These busses can be seen careening around the curves of the highlands winding around the mountains and volcanos with little regard to comfort or safety.

Bloody Mary will Travel

Airports all over the world offer wonderful Bloody Mary’s in the bars and restaurants. It may be because many travelers need that pep to get relaxed before their next flight or maybe just because they’re the best made by the bartenders of the jet set. For what ever reason they are good, pack a punch and they are expensive. Don’t leave home without it!

Central America is not for sissies!

My backpack sits on the counter ready to leave tomorrow for a 6 week trip throughout Guatemala and Honduras alone. My 22 year old twin boys are giving me hell. “Your gonna get killed”, “Your gonna get robbed”. Not just them but everyone I know think the boogie man is around every corner and only happy in their comfort zone. Adrenalin is a good thing, keeps us on our toes and makes life interesting.
I am a smart, middle age gal with a great love for travel and I WILL NOT let the boogie man scare me off! Everyone has the right to be able to enjoy a trip without looking over their shoulder all the time. Don’t get me wrong, I am always aware of what is happening around me. I don’t take unnecessary or stupid chances but I go to have fun and that is what I will do.
Not only is it a shame that Central America has such a high crime rate but it is also a shame that so many people miss such a great chance to see and experience other cultures. Travel cost are at a minimum, the weather is wonderful (all of this from what I have read) and there is so to learn.

Lighten up people and enjoy!

I’m Alive and Kicking

I am Lynn…Diverlynn to my diving and treasure hunting friends. I woke up the other day and found a new love of writing and I’m told Blogs are the new media. Here I go again. Sink or swim, right?

About Me:
From the time I was old enough to know what a job was, I wanted a exciting one, so I planned to be a photographer (which I did). Later in life, I always liked to travel so I became a dive travel specialist, until 9/11 when travel was put on a back burner for most people. Because of my passion for diving I managed to snag a gig as a treasure diver looking for Spanish treasure off of the Florida. Still do that from time to time.

But It wasn’t until I went to Peru for a medical treatment did I begin to write, and see a possibility. At first, while I was still in Lima, I just wrote to my family and treasure hunting friends as to my status, what I had seen and done, who I had met and when I was going to get to come home.

Then I started writing privately, for my eyes only. Then as I wished to take off on another one of my “off the grid” trips it came to me. I needed to learn the ropes of freelance writing. What could be better? No overhead if I wrote from home. Travel expenses deductible.

And that’s what I did. I read everything I could find on the Internet on blogging, writing manuscripts, article submissions and a long list of other “must know” info on writing. And even the sites giving advice as to how to get to that six figure income in six months. But here I am and here I go…hope you can keep up!