Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Livingston Buzz

When I first came to Central America in the late eighties, Livingston was something of a legendary destination. Sitting like a cold sore on the upper lip of the Rio Dulce, it represents Guatemala's small slice of the demographic eclecticism that is the Bay of Honduras. Even in a continent so full of the descendants of displaced nations that set out to make a fresh start of it, the population make-up of this region is truly fascinating.

In 1635 some slave ships out of Nigeria bound for the plantations in the Windies were shipwrecked near St Vincent. Through intermarriage with native Caribs − pretty much the last remaining indigenes in the Caribbean − the Garinagu people were formed: the "black Caribs". Their language is known as Garifuna and these days, so are they. (One of the names the island natives had for themselves was Kalipuna.)

Raids on neighbouring islands pissed off the Brits, who duly invaded St Vincent and eventually forced the black Caribs to surrender in 1796. Dividing them up into 'enemies' that looked more black than Amerindian and the 'misled' remainder, the British authorities deported 4000 of the former group to Roatán, a small island off the north coast of Honduras.

Just 2000 had survived the trip, but the numbers were soon growing and the Garifuna diaspora continued to the mainland. Today there are around 200,000, spread around both sides of the entrance to the Bay of Amatique. Livingston itself was founded in 1795, which suggests that the Garifuna already had a foothold in Central America before the loss of their tribal homeland.

Their leading cultural export today is Punta, a musical form which has links with an ancestral West African beat, appropriately named Bunda. ('Buttocks'). (Some examples here.)

Just to the north is Belize's southern exit-port Punta Gorda, around which Mopan and Kekchi Maya settled in the 1880s, escaping forced labour and taxation in the Petén region of Guatemala. There they joined a sizeable contingent of Confederate Civil War veterans dubiously persuaded to re-create the lost world of the Old South in the Toledo district's tropical climes.

There now seem to be many more of these Mopan and Kekchi over the border in Livingston and alongside the Rio Dulce. In the café-bar called BugaMama where we stopped for breakfast, the posters warning of the dangers of 'SIDA' were depicted cartoon couples in indigenous dress speaking their own languages. Livingston has one of the highest incidences of HIV in Guatemala, which serves to confirm many of the prejudices of southern Guatemalans regarding their comparatively isolated compatriots of African descent.

Unfortunately we didn't stick around in town for a more substantial meal, otherwise I would have been tempted to try Tapado, the most famous Garifuna dish - a fabulous fish and seafood stew made with both green and ripe plantains, yams, tomatoes and herbs, all simmered in coconut milk.

V's stomach was a bit sensitive that morning anyway. The night before we had dined at Los Delfines next to the municipal dock in Puerto Barrios. You pass through a tunnel of wooden slats lined with inflated rubber rings and end up at a table on a platform perched on stilts over the calm waters of the Caribbean. During the meal enormous black rats poked their twitching snouts out of the holes in the corners and cockroaches that you could wear as sandals scurried around between the gaps in the boards.

Felipe and I had a delicious ceviche. V's breaded prawns certainly looked yummy, but she was up most of the night. The water taxi ride across the Bay of Amatique had also been a little rough. Before reaching Livingston we had to pass through a thick grey wall of precipitation − it was rather like going underneath a waterfall, except that it lasted for about ten minutes.

I find that the locals up here have the kind of intellectual curiosity more typical of Belizeans than Guatemalans. Unlike Belize though, Livingston hasn't really kicked on since the eighties. Perhaps it's because it remains quite hard to access overland, and maybe too because many of the tourists visiting Izabal from highland Guatemala can now catch a first class bus from the capital direct to the Lake and the Castillo San Felipe.

But in doing so they miss out on the chance to explore the Rio Dulce from its very entrancing entrance - surely some of the most spectacular scenery Guatemala has to offer. Someone once told me that they made some of the Tarzan movies here in the 30s, but I haven't yet been able to corroborate this on the IMDB.

Also, just to the north of Livingston, is Guatemala's one and only white sand beach, which is usually a lot less crowded than many of the black sand beaches along the Pacific coast.

I'll sort out and publish my pics from the river in due course, but meanwhile, here's a selection from our day in Livingston.

(Incidentally, the title of this post comes from a great track by a Guatemalan band called Radio Zumbido.)


scott said...

Excellent entry. I love that area. After our last visit, I became interested in historical images of Guatemala and tracked down the Tarzan film you mention...it's not the Jonny Weismuller Tarzan, but one of the mid-1930s competitors. Filmed in a number of short installments, there is footage of Rio Dulce, the arch in Chichi, an abandoned sugar factory in Escuintla, and lots of great action featuring cannibal Maya people wearing loin cloths and throwing spears...Tarzan also fights a tiger.

I also discovered a film called Adventure Girl, set in Guatemala and featuring footage from the same locations. Apparently a British crew sailed to Guatemala in the early 30s and shot the footage seen in both films. The little info I can glean indicates that scenes were shot in Antigua and Tikal, but I didn't see that in the finished "product."

El Blogador said...

Thanks Scott. That 'Adventure Girl' film sounds very interesting. Might be worth investigating at the BFI. I'd love to see that footage.

scott said...

Both films are so absurdly racist that they need to be seen. Adventure Girl can be found on DVD here:


Forgot to mention--we had several good meals at the Buga Mama last summer and were interested in the way they staffed--they work w/ a group called Ak Tenemit, a Maya development non-profit, to place kids in jobs, teach them Spanish, etc.

Our speedboat ride from Barrios was completeley insane--we were handed a large plastic sheet (I'm thinking, why?)...even with the sheet, we ended up totally soaked. I was shocked at the speed...it was cool in kind of a danger-junky way.

El Blogador said...

There were 3 guys behind us that had the plastic sheets, but we had to use our towels! We dried off pretty quickly though.

My wife didn't mind at all as she suffers from quite a severe sun/heat allergy, so generally tries to avoid the lowland parts of her country. On this particular day though the weather was just right for her.

Thanks for pointing me in the direction of 'Adventure Girl' too - I think I'll order a copy, and maybe one day post a review!