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A Welsh girl let loose in a wild world

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The Death of my Camera

So, after much stopping and starting, my camera (now at the ripe old age of 11 months) has finally given up.

About 3 months ago, maybe after a torturous ride in a suitcase, the lens stopped from automatically coming out when I turned it on. “Turn off and on again”, it bleated, so I did, and it was resurrected.

Gradually, it became more and more difficult to get it to work reliably, and after about 10 days here, it gave up altogether, probably due to the humidity.

Then Carmen came. Carmen is the cinematographer from the film crew, and she knows a thing or two about cameras, and she told me to smack it, hard, giving me these instructions

1. make sure it’s turned off

2. hit it in the horizontal plane, to align the inner mechanism

3. hit it evenly, along the bottom part.

Low and behold, after 5 or six consecutively harder and harder smacks, it started working again! Hooray, I thought.

Until it gave up again on my trip to Tegucigalpa, never to open it’s eye again.

As it’s the holiday season, it will take a camera technician a while to fix it, and from now on I will be on the move so much that it’s unlikely I’ll be anywhere long enough for someone to fix it and give it back to me. So, what to do?

A. Take a chance, and try to pay for it to be fixed, even though the chances are someone will try to rip you off, being a $gringa tonta$ and all that.

B. Use camera on smart phone. It’s not great but it’s an OK sub

C. See if I can buy a new one for $100 (electronics here aren’t cheap, but there might be something in the sales?)

D. Buy a sketch pad and pencils to draw shizzle along the way, like flora, fauna, and hills. A $100 digital camera doesn’t do scenic shots too well, and any shots with people I meet on my travels can be taken on their iphone and tagged on facebook. Benefits: Living in the present, man. Drawback: not a very experienced scenic sketcher.

But like it or not, if I’m serious about keeping a blog, I need a decent camera to capture images on, as everyone looks at the pictures online, and few read the text.

So,  I’ll need to make a decision soon. I think
I can justify buying a new camera as photos are so important for journalism, but maybe I should wait a while and get a really nice one, with all the bits and pieces. A few years ago, I never would have dreamed of doing that, but I think I know enough about cameras now to know that I will be patient, read the manual, and go “shooting” with friends, and maybe even join a photography club. Yeah that’s right, I’m becoming “one of those” people!

 

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A Week In Tegucigalpa…Without Internet!

I set off to stay with my friend in Tegucigalpa without my computer for several reasons.

1. It wouldn’t fit in my backpack and carrying in it in it’s little bag is like wearing a sign that says “rob me please”

2. My friend doesn’t have internet in her house so I would need to carry it out of the house to use the internet  (see point 1)

I often turn on my computer with a sinking feeling, knowing that I will inevitably lose an hour of my life to keeping up with email, facebook etc etc, yet when I don’t have access to these things for 10 days, there’s a usually a big surprise awaiting me when I finally go to check. The surprise is as follows:

Absolutely nothing has changed.

 

The world has not exploded, everything is OK, apart from the fact that I now have about 100 email adverts clogging my inbox and about 10 emails from friends asking if I’m free to skype “sometime”, but with full knowledge that we are both so busy that actually catching each other at a good time while being thousands of miles apart is easier said than done.

From now on, I will only spend 60 minutes at a time on my computer, making a “to do” list before I turn it on, sticking to it, and not get caught up in flimflammery.

Yeah right! 😛

Tegucigalpa at Christmas

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The city is nestled within a circle of green hills, dotted with little houses on the hillside. Riding in a taxi is kind of like being on a rollercoaster, as many of the streets are narrow, windy, and with a very steep incline. Taxis are more common than buses, and it’s normal that a taxi picks up as many people as they can (slowing to beep invitingly at tired looking pedestrians).

Although many people get around by motorbike.

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The streets bustle with activity in the run up to Christmas.

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Music blares from many shops, with someone talking on a mic, inviting customers inside the shops.

The main square is a hubbub of socialisation.

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Los Dolores church borders a busy market, although at Christmas there are a myriad of illegal sellers crowding the streets.

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