How it happened we still don’t know exactly, but the moment the bus came around the corner our backpacks were taken from us, thrown on the bus roof while a man pushed us to the bus door where another man shouted: “Antigua, Antigua, Antigua, Guate, Guate, Guate!!!” like it is one word and would repeat it without stopping till the bus was moving again. An overcrowded bus looked at us and the bus driver’s second man showed us one and a half seat to sit down. We looked to each other and know for sure we just entered the world of ‘chicken bus’. A disconnected part in time and space where one seat serves two and a double seat serve three or four and where there’s no limit on the amount of passengers. The express bus keeps on stopping wherever people at the side of the road make a sign. People are squeezed against and jostled over each other as the second man pushes them so there always fits one more. We enter thief paradise as everybody is leaning against each other, not having any space at all and that’s just the space they need, moving with stops and starts from the bus. The overpopulation levels up to unexpected heights the moment the bus stops and from both sides, front and back door, are entering multiple person selling drinks, tacos, ‘tortillas con queso’, banana chips, ice creams, dry fruits and other sweets… Each one of them pressing themselves through the bus with trays and baskets above their heads. The climax is when both sides cross each other in the middle of the bursting bus. They are the absolute evidence that ‘If there is a will, there is a way’ and make the impossible possible. It’s a hell of a ride and being intimately pushed into the bosom of a lady we make our head to Antigua. We stay some nights (read post “Antigua”) and move on to Guatemala City.
When I started a course of entertainment in Mallorca (Spain) about 13 years ago, between the many persons I met one was a bit peculiar, a happy guy with joy and a smile carved on his face. Later I met him in Tenerife (Spain) and we kept in contact on Facebook. I had seen pictures of him as a clown in different circus and now as it is meant to be, he writes us that he is touring around as ‘Clown Edek’ with circus Galtük in Central America. You guess wright, they have a stop in Guatemala City. So as we arrived in the capital we take a taxi to Miraflores, a neighborhood of Guatemala City. Two tickets are waiting for us and we step into the world of fantasy. The light goes out, two clowns are walking between the public to warm up the multitude. We both are full of expectation and try to find Ward Claes behind the make-up of Clown Edek. As one of the clowns comes near, I can see a glimpse of light in his eyes… this must be Ward. The show starts and acts are flowing wild over in each other. Marvelous colors are filling the stage, artists are flying high in the air above us, contortionists flexing their body till the limit, persons walking and dancing on a rope hanging some meters above the ground,… and many other spectacular acts highlighted by colorful spots make the spectators going crazy. By each decor change there is Clown Edek, pulling the attention to him, as a true professional that makes the public wipe tears of laughing with just a look. It feels strange to see an ex colleague entertainer doing some sketches on big scale with money invested in it, the same sketches we did in hotels. We love the show and have a great time. A melancholic sensation runs through my veins and does remind me so many nice moments we had together.