The Guadalajara Reporter
Guadalajara's Largest English Newspaper
Many years ago, out of pure curiosity, I bought a soap-shaped bar made of stainless steel, which, an ad claimed, would totally remove the smells of garlic, onions or fish from your skin in seconds.
Susy Pint of Zapopan stares in awe as monarch butterflies flutter about her head inside the Mariposario’s net enclosure.
Park manager Luis Oceguera with a sign stating that the Cristeros rebels of the 1920s used to take refuge in the adjacent valley, which allowed them two escape routes.
Paul Salopek teaching in Ethiopia. On several occasions during the first year of his walk, Salopek visited local schools and offered to work with the children.
Twenty-one years ago, a young U.S. archaeologist knocked on our door and introduced himself. “My name is Chris Beekman. I just came from the jungles of Guatemala where somebody mentioned a caver living near Guadalajara named John Pint. Is that you?”
Not long ago, I was sent far away as a consultant on a most interesting project. I would like to relate to you a rather peculiar adventure that took place, but I must warn you that my mission was somewhat secret, obliging me to change the names of the persons and places involved. This, I think, will not detract from the story.
After 36 years of crawling into dark spaces in many parts of the world, naturally I’ve had a few close calls.
