“We got three guns,” the curator said of the Bonnie and Clyde Ambush Museum in Gibsville after we asked him what was included with the $7 price of admission. “And Clyde’s glasses he was wearing when ambushed.”
I took a road trip over the weekend with an old friend of mine, former Hollywood actor David James, who was currently working as Deputy District Attorney in Lordsburg, New Mexico. On our way back from Vicksburg we discovered that we were going to pass by the site where the legendary bank robbers Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow were ambushed by law enforcement officers from Texas and Louisiana.
As I would discover, David James had a connection to Bonnie and Clyde: his grandmother ran the switchboard the night that the Barrow Gang engaged in a deadly shootout with police in Dexter, Iowa. At the time David’s grandmother was a young woman in her early 20s and here she was, handling all communications during a police shootout with the most notorious criminal gang in America (this was 1933, before 911 dispatch was used in small towns like Dexter). More likely than not she handled the call that Bonnie and Clyde had escaped…as well as the call that Clyde’s brother Buck Barrow had been capture and had been shot in the head.
Our arrival in Gibsland left us underwhelmed and to be honest, after having been left unimpressed with the two museums in town dedicated to the shootout, we debated just hitting the road back to New Mexico. Fortunately we decided to make the approximately 8 mike drive to the ambush site. It was well worth the trip. It’s a quiet stop st the side of Hwy 154 that paints a vivid picture of how isolated the ambush site was…and how it was the perfect place to lay a trap.
“I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Trench Town.” –
I’m sure a lot of people have a favorite Bob Marley quote. A song lyric that just grabs you and never lets go. And I won’t lie, as a teenager I went through my obligatory middle class college student Bob Marley phase. But after awhile the songs just became, well, just songs. I guess that’s a sign of getting older. You stop finding meaning in things like Redemption Song.
But that one lyric from No Woman No Cry always stuck with me. I obviously never sat in a government yard with Georgie making the fire light, but there was something about that lyric that made me nostalgic. I could feel that sense of longing for a time passed, a simple time with good friends. A time that would never happen again. It’s a powerful song that can make you nostalgic for something you never experienced before. Particularly when you are a teenager and you are living those carefree days that you would soon wax poetic over as a middle aged man.
Yeah, Georgie and the fire light..I couldn’t quite shake. It’s been years since I first went through that Bob Marley college student phase, but even today I still stop and pause every time I hear that one lyric. And the other day I realized that this is a feeling that isn’t exactly unique to me. Apparently there is a German word for nostalgia for something you never experienced: sehnsucht. Realizing that brought me back to my recent trip to Trench Town and Kingston Jamaica back in October…where I would sit in a government yard and where I found out what happens when sehnsucht meets the real world.
The WBO Boxing convention was slated to kick off from the Miami aboard the Norwegian Sky cruise ship. I would have a chance to go back to Cuba in a week but I wanted to take advantage of my time in Florida to grab a cheap ticket to Jamaica. I wanted a few days to check out Trench Town and Kingston. I arrived in Miami a few days early and caught a direct flight to Kingston, Jamaica that brought me into Norman Manley International Airport at 6:54 PM. I had decided not to make my way to Kingston that night. I had heard that Kingston was no stranger to crime and I didn’t want to wander around the city at night looking for a hotel. Instead I booked a room at the Grand Port Royal Hotel Marina & Spa in Port Royal, a small costal village at the end of the Palisadoes tombolo, a sandspit that jutted out of the Kingston Harbor.
Right away I realized that although Kingston wasn’t exactly Montego Bay…it also wasn’t exactly cheap. My two nights at the Grand Port Royal Hotel Marina & Spa were going to run me close to $90 a night for a decent (but not exceptional) hotel room. I decided to try and cut down on some unnecessary expenses on this trip and one of those expenses would be the $20 cab ride to the airport. Reading online I learned that there was a public bus to Port Royal that stopped at the airport and that seemed like an interesting way to experience true Jamaica. The Jamaica Urban Transit Company (JUTC) had a bus that was suppose to arrive every 35 minutes. And by the time I left the airport and arrived at the bus stop outside I would only have to wait 10 minutes for the #98 bus to arrive.
At least that was what the schedule said. Of course the schedule was wrong.
An hour later I was on the #98 bus on my way to Port Royal. I was tired and I was very much regretting my decision not to take a cab. But once the bus dropped me off in front of the hotel my mood lightened. Port Royal was a small town, a far cry from it’s heyday as the largest city in the Caribbean. I could tell this would make for a good base of operation to explore the village. But I could also tell that unless I was willing to spend a lot of money on taxis, or wait around at bus stops all night, this would not be an ideal base of operations for exploring Kingston itself. After checking into my room, which was decent but hardly exceptional considering the price, I elected to make my way to the marina behind the hotel where I planned to grab a late dinner at the Blue Marlin Restaurant. I wasn’t sure what to expect, it seemed a cozy place and I assumed it wouldn’t be that expensive.
Then I saw the menu.
$38 for the shrimp and lobster pasta was almost enough to convince me to skip dinner. But I noticed a $12 fried fish sandwich and decided to go that route.
The following morning I elected to make my way into town. I didn’t need a bus or even a cab to explore Port Royal. It was just a five minute walk to St. Peter’s Anglican Church, situated in what I assume was downtown.
Like much of Port Royal, it’s identity was very much tied to the earthquake that destroyed the city on June 7, 1692. The current church was built in 1726 after the “original parish church sunk below the waves in 1692.” Although the Church was closed it was only a five minute walk to Fort Charles, the only fort to survive the earthquake of 1692. I was told that this was a major tourist attractions in Port Royal, and after walking through the town I could help but wonder if it was in fact the only tourist attraction in Port Royal. As I approached the entrance I could tell can that I was going to be somewhat underwhelmed. To be honest, it didn’t really look like a “must see” site. Peeking through the embrasure (don’t worry, I had to google it also) I could tell this would be a somewhat Spartan exhibit and the $15 entrance fee seemed a bit steep to me. So I elected to do something I am loath to do when travelling: I skipped it. Usually when traveling I always make time to visit the local sites, and I’ve paid $15 or more for many forgettable museums (such as the Lincoln Train Museum in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania). But something about this one just didn’t click for me and I elected to pass on it.
Besides, a wild hog had just passed me and I was curious to see where he was going. I would discover Port Royal had it’s fair share of rather chill feral hogs that just sort of wandered the city, and following this one led me to what I assume was a residential section of Port Royal.
It was an interesting discovery but one that I didn’t need to spend much time at. I decided to make my way back into town to visit the only other site that really caught my eye: the abandoned Royal Navy Hospital.
Built in 1818 the hospital looked like something out of a post apocalyptic movie. The building were collapsing and decaying, but it was nonetheless a fascinating stop and to be honest…it was the highlight of my time in Port Royal. I snapped a few pictures and couldn’t help but be a little blown away that an American tourist could just freely wander what was clearly a safety hazard like this place obviously was.
As I headed back I stopped at a local grocery store where I grabbed a soft drink and chatted with the locals, including a four year old boy who was fascinated by my iPhone and the selfies he could take with them.
They recommended a place called Gloria’s for dinner, something that was seconded by my hotel. It was, they promised, the best seafood in all of Jamaica.
With a recommendation like that I knew I would have to try it. I already made plans to leave Port Royal and spend my final two days in Jamaica in Kingston itself tomorrow morning and I figured dinner at Gloria’s Seafood would be the ideal way to say goodbye to the village of Port Royal.
Arriving at Gloria’s Seafood I quickly realized I had not been lead astray. The place was packed, and it had it’s fair share of tourist…something I had not seen in town all day.
I ordered the Buccaneer’s Mix for about $18 USD, fried fish and lobster with a side of fries and “bammy”. The bammy was…different, but the rest of the meal was incredible and I was sold. This was the perfect at to cap off my day in Port Royal.
The following morning I decided to contact Bryan Pert, who rented out a room on Airbnb. It would prove to be the best decision I made during my trip to Jamaica and Bryan was a gracious host and an incredible guide. More than just renting out a room he took great pains to ensure I got to see the sites I wanted to see and get to the places I wanted to visit…something that I realized would have been extremely difficult if I was trying to organize it myself. Bryan met me at the bus stop and we immediately hit it off as he took me for a short tour around the bus station where I got to visit the Saint William Grant Park, The Ward Theatre, and the Kingston Parish Church.
Just down the street from the park was the Simon Bolivar Cultural Centre. The Simon Bolivar Cultural Centre is a 350-multi cultural center with an exhibit hall that was financed in part by the Venezuelan government at a cost of $4.1 million USD (because Venezuela certainly had extra money that they didn’t need to spend domestically).
It was a fun way to be introduced to Kingston, and although I didn’t have enough time to really take in a lot, I did get a chance to admire the statue of Jamaica’s first prime minister, The Right Excellent Sir William Alexander Bustamante, which was located in the Saint William Grant Park. To be honest, I couldn’t help but wonder if they took some liberties with the Right Excellent Sir Bustamante’s abs. But I decided to drop it. Nah, I didn’t want to be hatin’ on Bustamante’s gains.
From there we caught a route taxi and made our way back to his house. I dropped off my bags and got ready for my next stop: the Bob Marley Museum. The museum cost $2500 Jamaican dollars to get in (just under $20 USD) but unlike Fort Charles I knew there was no way I was going to miss this. No, Georgie would never let me live it down if I skipped the Bob Marley Museum.
I caught a cab and familiarized myself with the route and shortly after arriving I was part of a group tour. I liked our guide, who was friendly and enthusiastic and who seemed genuinely impressed that I named “Kaya” as my favorite Bob Marley song. The photos and artwork outside were impressive, and they included the obligatory portrait of Emperor Halie Selassie.
Having left Ethiopia just five months prior I found the central role of Selassie in Rastafarianism to be fascinating…if not a little difficult to understand. Having visited Selassie’s former palace in Addis Ababa I couldn’t help but see Selassie as all too human. Probably overall a good man, but a man with some very notable flaws (for one, his bathroom was really tacky). And I couldn’t help but wonder what impact the overthrow and eventual murder of Selassie by the Derg had on Bob Marley and the Jamaican Rastafarian community as a whole. According to Wikipedia it was a moment that “dampened” it’s growth and popularity. I couldn’t help but wonder how the Rastafarians would have grappled with the realization that incarnation of Jah on earth had just been overthrown by a communist military junta that would launch a genocide that would ultimately rival the Holocaust in its brutality.
We made out way inside and although photos were prohibited I did notice the museum was a perfect balance of memorabilia of historical recreation. This was, after all, Bob Marley’s former home. We were able to see numerous records and photos from his concerts in places like New Zealand (taken by a fan) alongside his bedroom and the small kitchen he would prepare his blended fruit shakes with. But I would be taken aback by a large poster of Bob Marley’s concert in Zimbabwe in 1980 located in a room on the second floor. I won’t lie, it threw me for a loop. Marley would die the following year, before he saw what Zimbabwe would become. Now I am sure many of you are assuming I am about to bring up the disastrous “land reforms” of former Zimbabwean dictator Robert Mugabe that may have cost Zimbabwe over $17 billion and would lead to food shortages and hyper inflation in the country. No, what I couldn’t help but wonder is if Marley would have felt personally betrayed by Robert Mugabe. I wondered what he would have thought about Mugabe and Zimbabwe giving refuge to the former dictator of Ethiopia: Mengistu Halie Mariam. In 1994, three year after he fled the country, Ethiopia tried him in absentia for the murder of thousands of Ethiopians under his genocidal rule…including the murder of the former emperor who was allegedly suffocated with his pillow by Mengistu’s men (some reports even allege Mengistu did the deed himself). What would Bob Marley have thought about the man he so warmly embraced back in 1980 giving refuge to a mass murderer and the man responsible for the death of the holiest man in his faith. I like Justin Trudeau. He seems like a likable guy. But I if he turned out to be an Immortal from the movie Highlander and 2000 years ago he was Pontius Pilate, well, yeah, I wouldn’t be cool with him anymore.
The poster of Mugabe sort of depressed me and we followed it up by visiting the room where Bob Marley was nearly assassinated in 1976. Days before what Marley was hoping would be a non-political concert dubbed “Smile Jamaica” unknown gunmen drove up to Marley’s house and open fired in a back room, hitting Marley in the arm and chest. Marley recovered and even performed two nights later. However the gunmen were never apprehended and the shooting highlighted the political tension that plagued Jamaica in the 1970s. The tour was taking a bit of a dark turn for me but then I saw it: Georgie’s portrait on a back wall and my mood lightened ever so slightly. I suddenly had a face to the lyric.
I was ready to head back but before I left I grabbed a set behind Bob’s house, just a few feet from where gunmen nearly killed him. Legend has it that this was the spot that he penned the classic tune “Three Little Birds.” I decided to take a short break before I headed back and sit down in the same spot where Bob Marley would be so inspired as to write one of his most beloved songs.
It was now time to make my way my way back to the Airbnb, but before I left I decided to take a few more pictures of the museum before I left.
On my way home I decided to stop at the grocery store that near the Airbnb. I wanted to do some grocery shopping, and in particular to get some Jerk chicken marinade to take home with me. Shopping in a Jamaican grocery store was a surprisingly fun way to close the day, and after grabbing some Blue Mountain Coffee and Jerk seasoning I was ready to make my way back to my room.
A short walk followed and by the end of the day I decided to tap into the tremendous resource I had in Bryan and see if he could direct me to a good restaurant for some authentic jerk chicken. He recommended Island Grill, a popular national chain restaurant. We caught a cab and by the time I arrived the place was packed. This should have been a really good sign of what was to come…it should have been. But I can’t really recommend Island Grill for any of you planning a trip to Jamaica. The food was ok, but hardly the best jerk chicken you’ll ever have.
By now the sun was down and I was beat. I had a big day tomorrow…it was time to chill with Georgie. It was time to hit Trench Town.
Between 2003 and 2008 I covered a number of fights in the State of Colorado while I attended law school at the University of Denver. One of Colorado’s most popular boxers during this decade was the gritty Rob Frankel. Frankel started off in rather unspectacular fashion, getting stopped in his pro debut by Hector Munoz before winning a pair of uninspiring decisions over a pair of fighters with records of 0-7 and 0-6 respectively.
I won’t lie…I wasn’t expecting much from him.
Maybe a few more ugly wins before getting blown out against a top level prospect…and then either a slide into opponent status or an end to the boxing career.
But a funny thing happened on the way to obscurity. Frankel learned how to fight, and that coupled with his rock solid chin and his overall toughness led to Frankel becoming one of Colorado boxing’s most unexpected main event fighters. On April 9, 2005 Frankel scored a stunning upset over Martin O’Malley, a moment that gave birth to one of Colorado boxing’s most unexpected stories. Frankel gave as good as he got, and although he never quite pulled off that one big win that would put him into the world rankings, he gave a lot of Colorado boxing fans reason to believe in him nonetheless. He was tough and we just knew that one day he would find that one contender who was looking past him. One day he would march into the top ten and upend the apple cart. Since that inglorious pro debut, Rob Frankel would win a NABA belt in 2008, a WBC regional belt in 2012, he would defeat a former USBA champion named Michael Stewart in 2007 and even scored a win over a guy named Pacquiao (OK, it was Manny’s brother Bobby, but still a nice win).
But back on April 16, 2004 he was just another unknown undercard fighter who I expected would be done with the sport by the end of the year.
Fortunately I was wrong on that assessment.
Rob Frankel’s April 16, 2004 fight with Danny Almanza in Denver, Colorado:
April 15, 2010. Eight years ago today. I was approached by Fightnews about a possible interview with heavyweight champion Wladimir Klitschko. Naturally I was excited about the opportunity to interview Wladimir, but not just because he was the heavyweight champion. I felt like this interview might be the start of a legendary rivalry. Quite frankly, in 2010 the division was stagnant. In April of 2010 Klitschko had just passed something of a milestone: six years since he last tasted defeat on April 10, 2004. In that time he won 12 straight fights but to many American fans the division had grown stale under his dominant reign. But along came a cocky Brit who seemed to push all of Wladimir’s buttons. In 2010 it looked like boxing was about to get a shot of adrenaline and the birth of a new rivalry for the ages: Wladimir Klitschko and David Haye.
Of course history has shown us that the rivalry was anticlimactic…but for a few months in 2010 and 2011…it did look like something special was brewing in the heavyweight division.
Wladimir Klitschko calls out David Haye
For many boxing fans, the heavyweight division has been in a serious slump for several years, despite the fact that the reigning IBF and WBO heavyweight champion Wladimir Klitschko (54-3, 48 KO’s) is so clearly a class above almost every other contender in the division.Since winning the IBF title back in 2006 from Chris Byrd he has arguably not lost a single round against the eight fighters he’s defended his title against, and even his harshest critics admit that he could easily continue that streak of dominance for several more years.But it’s not so much that fact that he’s dominant that has boxing fans writing off the division.It’s the manner in which he has been winning lately, with some critics considering him to be to “safety first” against clearly overmatched opponents.But if there is one thing that could give the division and the sport a much needed shot of adrenaline, it is a legitimate grudge match between Klitschko and the only fighter in the world who doesn’t share his last name and who is widely perceived as his only serious threat: DavidHaye.And although a unification fight seems like a no-brainer, it is already emerging as quite possibly the most heated heavyweight rivalry since Mike Tyson and Razor Ruddock.
“I want to wipe (Haye) out of the ring,” Klitschko said to Fightnews with noticeable anger and contempt, “I care about the punishment in the fight for DavidHaye. The best scenario is like the (Eddie) Chambers fight.I want to punish him for twelve rounds and then knock him out.But I don’t think I can wait, If I see the opportunity to knock him out at I’m going to do it.”
Klitschko admitted to Fightnews that not only has Haye gotten under his skin, but he has emerged as the most despised fighter he’s ever encountered.
“Whatever you call it, under my skin, it’s enough bullshitting from DavidHaye and his side, and I think now is the time to make it.”Klitschko stated, “I made it clear in the message I posted online, I want DavidHaye’s title, and I want to beat this ‘bitching out’ person in the ring.”
May boxing fans have already seen the now infamous clip of Wladimir Klitschko challenging the WBA champion in harsh and at times profane words; it proved as shocking as it was effective, showing a different side of the German based champion.The Clip was featured on Fightnews and in the two days since it was posted on Youtube it has garnered nearly half a million views.The video itself has created more buzz in the division than any of the title fights this year, but there remains one unanswered question: will Haye accept the challenge?
“I made it as clear as possible, I used social media so it came direct from me and not the promoters,” Klitschko stated, “I just had enough of DavidHaye’s bullshit for a year and a half, and I laid back, but that’s enough now.Actions speak louder than words.Now we’ll see how scared DavidHaye is.”
Klitschko also made it clear that he believed that DavidHaye had ducked him in the past, and has not put it past the WBA champ to come up with an excuse to avoid fighting him.
“No doubt he avoided me, Sorry to call him a liar.But I was relying on his word.Then two weeks before (the scheduled Wladimir Klitschko–Haye fight) he bitched out and claimed he had a back injury, and then asked for two more weeks.And then four more weeks, and then six more weeks.Then he made an excuse for not fighting Vitali, saying the contract was bad.It was the same contract he signed with me!That’s why I just can’t trust this guy.He’s dishonest”.
For many boxing fans it is refreshing to see the heavyweight champion show a meaner, edgier side.But some insiders are wondering if he is falling into Haye’s trap.Most insiders felt that Klitschko was too cautious and defensive in his last several fights, and many are wondering if the raw emotion that Klitschko is displaying could lead him into a fight that would benefit that smaller, but hard hitting, Haye.
I have my strength, forty-eight fighters out of fifty-three that I faced ended up either sitting on the stool or being knocked out.DavidHaye is going to be one of those guys.I will knock him out.I will knock this mo-fo out!”
A tasteless T-shirt that Haye was recently spotted wearing created an uproar with many boxing fans (it featured Haye with the severed heads of both Wladimir and Vitali Klitschko), but it appears that it had the desired effect.
“It’s just not acceptable to represent himself with two (severed) heads and then not to take the fight, but just to promote himself.I think he’s obnoxious and I don’t like how he walks and how he talks”.
Klitschko also considered his plan-B if the Haye fight fails to materialize, a fight with long-time #1 contender Alex Poevtkin.Although Povetkin is not widely recognized by American fight fans, he is widely regarded as the best undefeated heavyweight in the world and long overdue for a title fight.A Haye fight will require another postponement for the #1 contender.When asked why that fight hasn’t occurred yet, Klitschko pointed the finger squarely in Povetkin’s camp.
“If DavidHaye keeps bitching, then I have to fight Povetkin,” Klitschko stated, “But we have another problem in which Povetkin is not ready.His coach is saying he’s not ready.Two years ago we had an opportunity and they say he’s not ready.Now he is still not ready?How much time does he need?”
Although Klitschko has been getting a fair share of criticism in the last few years, there is little question that he has been dominant.And Klitschko feels that much of the criticism is somewhat unwarranted.
“Eddie Chambers and Sultan Ibragimov are similar fighters,” Klitschko pointed out, “after four rounds they gave up with there strategy and were just playing safe.If you try to knock out a fighter who is just playing it safe it is very difficult.If a fighter is just playing safe, then any fight is going to be boring.That’s why I got into the conversation with Emanuel Steward in the last round.Emanuel was in the corner and told me I have to knock him out, I said ‘Emanuel, Relax, I’m trying!’”
But for American boxing fans, it has been increasingly difficult to gauge his performances since his less than stellar decision over Sultan Ibragimov in February 2008 was his last U.S. appearance and his most recent title fight against Eddie Chambers has not broadcast on any major cable network.HBO executive Ross Greenburg even made a comment that American boxing fans were having trouble telling the two Klitschko’s apart, leading to a drop in ratings and interest from fans.
“It’s just about boxing and not about who looks alike or not,” Klitschko fired back, “and Vitali’s fight against Arreola had the highest rating on HBO of the year!It is difficult to comment on such things.”
Almost all boxing fans admit, however, that there is one heavyweight fight that could happen that would prove to be one of the most talked about, and possibly exciting, title fights in the division’s history.But for boxing fans it is no closer to happening.
“There is nothing that can make us fight,” Wladimir said about a possible Klitschko versus Klitschko matchup, “if the world goes down and only our fight can save the world then maybe we will fight each other, than otherwise not.”
The Finger Post is sad to report that former featherweight contender Tomas Villa of Midland, Texas died this Tuesday (April 3, 2018). Villa was reportedly involved in a car accident two miles south of Midland. According to the police report A Dodge Durango driven by Villa hit a Kenworth truck tractor on Highway 349 at 5:44 PM. Villa, who according to the police report was not wearing a seatbelt, was pronounced dead at the scene.
Villa, who originally hailed from Ojinaga, Mexico, was perhaps best remembered for his 2011 fight with Mexican bomber Johnny Gonzalez for the WBC featherweight title. Although Gonzalez stopped Villa in four rounds in what would ultimately become Villa’s final fight as a professional, it was nonetheless a proud moment for the Midland based brawler. Villa’s career spanned just over ten years and in that time Villa emerged as arguably the geatest boxer to ever come out of the Permian Basin. Villa was a two time Texas State featherweight champion before exploding onto the national scene in 2005, when Villa won the NABA super bantamweight title by stopping then undefeated peospect David Martinez in ten rounds. Three months after the win over Martinez Villa added the WBC Continental America’s Super Bantamweight tittle when he stopped another highly touted undefeated contender in Cuauhtemoc Vargas. In 2008 Villa would capture his first world title when he stopped Gilberto Sanchez Leon in four rounds for the IBA featherweight belt. In 2010 Villa would take on Mikey Garcia in a fight for the USBA featherweight belt and although he came up short against Garcia he would bounce back in impressive fashion, upsetting boxing royalty just two months later with a decision victory over Salvador Sanchez. Villa finished his career with a record of 23-8-5, 14 KOs.
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There are tough towns, and there are tough towns. Places that just make you think of gritty, hard, salt of the earth type of people who eat adversity for breakfast.
Philadelphia. Detroit. Barrow, Alaska.
I know, I know. Japan doesn’t feed into the narrative of a hard and resilient place. Sure you can get free katana lessons in Nikko, which is pretty badass, but free katana lessons aside, it tends not to fit that narrative. And Kumamoto, Japan doesn’t exactly sell it self as a city full of some of the toughest SOBs you’ll ever meet. It’s like most Japanese cities. Clean, polite, and hospitable. They even adopted a loveable bear as their mascot, and oddly enough this bear has become something of a national phenomenon. Needless to say, you could almost picture the scowl on Clint Eastwood’s face when you first see Kumamon the Bear.
But underneath it all is a city that has proved itself more then able to step up in the face of adversity. A city of hard ass people who refused to be held down. A city, dare I say, of champions.
I know this may feel forced, but stay with me here…
I was in Japan for the second time in 2017 when I flew out to cover the WBO mini-flyweight world title fight between Tatsuya Fukuhara and Ryuya Yamanaka. I had been in Japan in February, to cover the Fukuhara-Moises Calleros fight, and it was moment that left an indelible mark on me as a boxing journalist. And it was my first introduction to the city of Kumamoto, which was recovering from a devastating 7.3 magnitude earthquake just ten months prior. I wasn’t sure what to expect when I arrived, I’ve been to cities on the mend before and Kumamoto (I assumed) would be similar. But Kumamoto showed me something…something special. The city rallied behind their contender, Tatsuya Fukuhara. He became the face of the city, overcoming adversity. Made homeless by the earthquake, Fukuhara became a symbol of the resiliency of the city and seemed to exemplify it in his career. He did well early in his career, going undefeated in his first seven fights. But as the competition got tougher the losses started peppering his record and in December of 2013 it looked like the Cinderella story was over: he lost a lopsided six round decision to a debuting fighter named Takuma Inoue. I had covered boxing for many years, since 2000, and I could not recall an instance where a fighter clawed his way back from such an inglorious loss. Contenders don’t lose to rookies. Period. There is a reason why Olympians never fight for world titles in their first fight or even take on ranked fighters in their first fight (Vasyl Lomachenko aside). Because it is a recipe for disaster. Fukuhara lost to a kid who never even fought before as a pro. How could any fighter bounce back from something like that?
But I digress, this isn’t a boxing story…it’s about the city of Kumamoto.
Fukuhara would go on to win the world title in February of 2017 in a fight that could have been featured in the movie Rocky. I got my first taste of Japan, and of Kumamoto, that month and with the newly crowned champion making his first defense of his belt I had the opportunity to go back. I was back in Kumamoto to witness the comeback kid, and the comeback city, push the envelope just a little further. I was back to see if the city that lost to a rookie only to win the world title could continue to overcome the odds.
I bumped into referee Eddie Claudio and judge Carlos Ortiz Jr. at the airport waiting for a connecting flight out of Tokyo and we were soon picked up by Loren Goodman, an American poet who relocated to Japan and then Korea and who was working closely with the promoter of the fight: Mr. Kenya Honda of Honda Fitness Boxing Gym. Interestingly enough, my arrival in Kumamoto had me staying in the nearby suburb: Yatsushiro. I would spend a few days in the Select Royal Yatsushiro. I already discovered that I have something of a love-hate relationship with hotels in Japan. I love the service, hospitality, and cleanliness. But I hate the fact that I’m six inches too tall and fifty pounds too heavy for everything in the country. But the Select Royal was very much on the love end of the spectrum. The room, while still small by American standards, was positively spacious by Japanese standards and the continental breakfast was absolutely incredible. Judge Eddie Claudio was a great travel partner as he proved to be very adventurous and he was determined to try a staple breakfast of Japan: Nattō, or fermented soybeans. His adventurism was contagious and after some lighthearted assurances from Loren, I decided to try what I was told was the best way to eat nattō…on rice with a raw egg.
After the raw meat in Ethiopia I think fermented soybeans shouldn’t have had me so skittish, particularly considering I’m half Korean, but to the westerner it takes some getting use to the smell (which I would compare to rotten eggs). But hey, If Eddie Claudio was willing to jump in head first then who was I to back down. Besides, what sort of boxing writer would I be if I didn’t try raw eggs once in my life.
I ended up enjoying the Goodman Special, a name I gave to the breakfast of nattō on rice topped with a raw egg (since I would discover it wasn’t really a common breakfast in Japan after all but rather a personal favorite of Loren) and decided I would stick with it for the duration of my time in Japan, although I couldn’t really say if I liked nattō since the raw egg sort of covered the taste up.
With breakfast behind me and a morning to kill before we went to the weigh-in I decided to explore Yatsushiro and get a quick run in to start off my day. I was not sure where I was going, but I figured a short run of a little under a mile would give me a chance to see a little bit of the city. To my delight, I stumbled on the Yatsushiro Castle Ruins, which was an awesome and unexpected discovery.
The ruins were enough to get me to end my morning run and enjoy the tranquility of the uncrowded site, and I spent about half an hour just wandering around before I made my way back to the hotel.
From there we caught a shuttle and made our way to the Shiroyama Sky Dome in Ashikita-gun, where the fight would take place that weekend. It was a scenic drive of around thirty minutes and I realized that the venue would be an ideal one for boxing. Although somewhat far and out of the way, it was a nice sized auditorium that that would be perfect for capturing the energy of the event. And located on top of a hill overlooking the town it also provided me some stunning views while we waited for the event to kick off.
We entered the small stadium next to the arena where the press conference was to be held and were soon greeted by Kumamon, who seemed to me out of place in a boxing press conference. Boxing press conferences tend to be case studies in hypermasculinity, where threats and posturing are the norm. Even the drama free press conference featuring low key fighters with mutual respect seem to have an aura of tension in the air. I always pictured it to be comparable to the banter across the front lines during the First World War. Sometimes there was real venom in the words. Sometimes there wasn’t. Sometimes they joked and sometimes they threatened. But at the end of the day there was that unmistakable tension in the air. The acceptance that in the end their job was to neutralize each other. The acceptance that all the suffering and sacrifice would only bring one man victory. Even the personable former junior welterweight champion Victor Ortiz, who made the light-hearted press conference his forte, couldn’t quite shake the tension.
But I’ll be honest: for a few minutes…that bear pulled it off.
I had already discovered that Japanese boxing is just as prone to factionalism and politics as American boxing (to be honest, maybe more so). And I knew that there was no love loss between the two fighters, even if they were soft spoken and respectful. But at that moment I couldn’t help but wonder if both Fukuhara and Yamanaka had stopped being soldiers trading barbs across the trenches before the final assault.
It was now time to make our way back to the hotel and I had the afternoon off after sending in my report on the press conference. I decided to explore the town of Yatsushiro a little more and I would discover what would quickly emerge as my favorite spot in Japan: Papa Yoko’s.
Don’t bother looking for it on Google. That was the name the American boxing crew affectionately gave to the small restaurant called Ran Kan. Ran Kan was a small family owned restaurant operated by one “Papa Yoko” who was about as welcoming as any restaurant owner I ever encountered. And he looked the part.
He was a smiling bear with a welcoming face and a friendly laugh whose house specialty was a variation of one of my favorite treats: shave ice. But as is often the case in Japan, they took something that was already amazing and cranked it up to eleven. Papa Yoko bought a high priced ice maker and used sweet milk as opposed to water. The end result was a sweet, fluffy snow like ice which he then covered with fresh fruit. The American in me could envision the marketing campaign in my head, hundreds of Papa Yoko’s popping up all over the country selling a superior snow cone and totally Starbucking the competition. Papa Yoko even looked like a marketing dream: one part Chef Boyardee and one part Colonel Sanders sprinkled with a touch of the “Where’s the Beef” lady. Of course I’m sure the marketing team would conclude that the inside of the restaurant wasn’t as inviting as Papa Yoko himself as it looked more like a cluttered living room rather than a restaurant…but in a moment that would run contrary to every episode I ever saw of Bar Rescue, it actually added to the appeal of the place.
We went ahead and ordered one of the shave ice specials and ended up so impressed that before long we ordered two more.
The place was such a hit with us that Papa Yoko even took our picture and put it up on his “Wall of Fame” next to a guy dressed as some sort of clown or something.
The following day was the day of the weigh-in, and again we took the shuttle to the Shiroyama Sky Dome in Ashikita-gun where this time I was able to take a selfie with what I assumed were the Japanese version of Civil War reenactors.
One of my favorite traditions with Japanese boxing was the dinner after the weigh-in. In the United States you are sometimes handed a voucher for a free buffet at the casino. When I covered the Manny Pacquiao-Joshua Clottey fight in Arlington Texas in 2010 the promoter (Bob Arum) had an awesome self service buffet in the press room with Texas brisket. But in Japan it’s something entirely different. In Japan you are treated to a feast unlike anything you could imagine. Fresh seafood (that at times is still moving) and a thankful promoter who makes the rounds pouring drinks for those in attendance. We were heading to have dinner but first we were going to tour the town of Ashikita first. We made a quick stop at the Jissho-ji Temple, a quiet and tranquil stop that we all enjoyed.
We then made a quick stop at the Sashiki Suwa Shrine, arguably the most famous site in the town. More than just a religious site, it also seconds as a place where young sumo wrestlers hone their skills in front of the shrine.
But now it was time for dinner. It was time for the time honored tradition of having the best meal of your life the day before the Japanese boxing show. We made it to the local restaurant where we were served some of the freshest sushi and best shrimp I ever had.
The following day was fight night, which I reported on here. With the fight now behind us we would relocate to Kumamoto where I would have a day to explore the city of champions. I spent my last day in Yatsushiro jogging through the town and stumbled across a few hidden gems including another temple and a face on the side of a building that brought back memories of the front of the truck from the movie Maximum Overdrive.
After jumping on the train to Kumamoto I quickly reached out to a friend I made on my previous visit to the city: Ayaka Ohzeki. I wanted to see Kumamoto from a locals perspective and I wanted to try the one dish that eluded me in my previous visit: basashi. She agreed to meet up that night and we made our way to a local hot spot famous for their raw horse meat. I had already had one bad experience with raw meat while travelling but I was determined not to pass up this opportunity. So I gave it a shot…
In the end I wasn’t exactly blown away. But hey, I can check raw horse meat off my list of weird foods I’ve tried while travelling.
Ayaka and I then toured the nightlife in Kumamoto and I won’t lie: I was surprised at how diverse it was. We stopped at Celts Irish Pub where I met Herve, a Haitian born bartender who had relocated to Kumamoto. It was something I wasn’t expecting to experience in Japan: here we were: and American of Korean descent hanging out with a Japanese of Korean descent at an Irish bar with a Haitian born bartender. It didn’t fit my image of the insular nation of Japan. It felt like something you’d experience in LA.
The next morning I decided to try and tour the city one more time. It was my second visit and the city proved full of surprises. But I had one more stop to make: Kumamoto Castle. I was close to the castle, my hotel was maybe a mile away. And I had several hours before I had to catch the bullet train to the airport. But I wanted to see how the castle repairs were going since the earthquake. And I wanted to experience the hustle and bustle of a weekday morning in Kumamoto. I decided to go for a jog to a favorite stop Loren had showed me: a French bakery in Kumamoto (did I mention how diverse the town was) and soon made my way up to the castle.
I could tell the Castle had come a long way since my last visit and I couldn’t help but feel sad. The fighter I had come to cover, Tatsuya Fukuhara, had lost his title and I realized there was a strong possibility that I would not be able to come out to Kumamoto again. Boxing is a fluid sport. There would be other fights and other cities but I somehow knew that this wasn’t going to be one of them.
But as I wandered to the nearby monument to Tane Tateki I suddenly realized that I was counting out both Fukuhara and Kumamoto. Tatsuya Fukuhara had bounced back from bigger setbacks than this…and Kumamoto had as well. The city was bustling and moving, and perhaps more importantly, it held itself up with an aura that you only find in champions. It didn’t look back. It didn’t dwell. It didn’t ask you to feel sorry. And it didn’t just pick up the pieces and move on. No. That’s not how champions roll. Kumamoto was showing us that it was the kind of place that only got stronger with each setback. The earthquake didn’t slow it down. Rather, it only showed the rest of the world what they already knew: this was an amazing city and no earthquake was about to change that. The setback put a magnifying glass on the city of Kumamoto and the city showed itself to be up to the challenge. It was a city whose resiliency was now forever weaved into the fabric of it’s identity. Kumamoto was a city that wasn’t going to let you forget it anytime soon.
I had to smile as I made my way back to the hotel. I realized as I saw the people of Kumamoto on their way to work that that the city of champions had gotten to me. I would be back.
Because I was a boxing writer…and deep down I knew that there was still a few great fights left in this city.
It was a forceful invitation from my good friend Salven Lagumbay, a noted boxing judge with the World Boxing Organization who was in Japan for a WBO championship fight that I was in town for on August 27, 2017.
I had told Salven that I was coming to the Philippines the following month but I hadn’t yet figured out what my itinerary would look like. My flight landed in Manila at 9:35 PM on September 21st and I would be flying back on the morning of September 25th. I didn’t have much time, and I assumed I would spend my three days in the Philippines hanging around Manila. I considered a trek up to Buscalan to try and get a tattoo from the 97-year old mambabatok, or traditional tattoo artist, Apo Whang Od. But even that trip looked ambitious for the short period of time I had. The trip to Buscalan involved a very close connection from the airport to the bus station and everything I read about Manila traffic indicated that was a dangerous game. There were a few boxing shows in Manila, so I assumed I would just check “see a boxing event in the Philippines” off my bucket list and finally try some food from Jollibee, another thing I’d be able to check off my bucket list.
But while covering a boxing show in Kumamoto Japan I happened to mention my plans to Salven and the rest, as they say, was history.
“Come to Cebu,” he insisted, “I want to show you my town!”
I hadn’t really considered Cebu previously, but I already knew Salven would be an amazing host and I also knew there would be no shortage of things to do in Cebu for three days, so I readily agreed.
My flight from Albuquerque to Manila via Tokyo Narita was enjoyable, my first on JAL. The food and service was extraordinary and although I tend to avoid hating on United Airlines I nonetheless had to conclude that Japan Airlines did put United and American Airlines to shame. The fact that they had complimentary toothbrushes and small tubes of toothpaste in the restrooms was enough to sell me on JAL, and that was before I even had the dinner (which was exceptional).
Arriving in Manila at 9:35 PM I didn’t want to stray too far from the airport. Again, I had been warned about the traffic and I already discovered that Manila’s reputation as one of the world’s worst airports wasn’t entirely unwarranted. I elected to go with the Fil Star Airport Guesthouse, located just a few blocks from the airport in an apartment complex.
The room was spartan, but at $26 a night I wasn’t expecting anything exceedingly fancy. But I appreciated the free airport pickup and drop off and the free home cooked breakfast that was included in the price of my room.
Over all the Fil Star was a great little place for what I was looking for.
The following morning I made my way back to the airport, this time the domestic terminal, for my Philippine Airlines flight to Cebu. I grabbed a small snack at the airport of Mango Cake, which was a little dry and overall not particularly enjoyable.
Arriving in Cebu I was met at the airport by Salven and he quickly took me to lunch at Rico’s Lechon, where I would get my first opportunity to try a famed Cebu delicacy: lechon, or roasted pork.
I had no idea what I was in for, but I knew the second I walked in that I would be in for a treat. I’ve had roasted pork…but this was an amazing experience. The Filipinos are noted as the country with the best lechon in the world, and Cebu is noted as the city with the best lechon in the Philippines. Rico’s, as I was told, was one of the two best lechon restaurants in Cebu.
It lived up to it’s reputation, I was completely blown away by how good my meal was. But Salven promised me this was just the start of what would be an amazing three days of Filipino food.
After getting our lechon and our side of pusit na pinaputok (grilled squid) we were off to our first stop of my short trip to Cebu: the shrine of Lapu-Lapu on Mactan Island.
Widely regarded as a national hero, Lapu-Lapu resisted Spanish intervention when, on April 27, 1521, he and his soldiers defeated Ferdinand Magellan in the Battle of Matcan. Magellen was killed in the battle and the Spanish were held at bay for another 40 years.
Unfortunately it was at this time that I realized that something was wrong with my iPhone camera as most of my pictures were somewhat blurry. Nonetheless the statue of Lapu-Lapu was a enjoyable way to kick off my visit to Cebu.
From there we made our way to my hotel: the Cebu Grand Hotel. Salven suggested we go whale shark watching, one of the biggest tourist attractions in Cebu. But that would be several hours away and when all was said and done, I had only one full day in Cebu. I always wanted to go swimming with whale sharks, or even to just see one. But like my visit with Apo-Whang Od, this seemed a little too ambitious for the time I had in Cebu. Instead we decided on a plan to see some of the sites in Cebu, starting with a Philippine legend: Jolibee.
I never ate at Jolibee before, but I was told that this was the most famous fast food restaurant in the country. Even more significant to me was the David vs. Goliath story that was Jolibee’s battle against the multinational giant McDonald’s. Across the world local restaurants found themselves unable to compete with the American behemoth…except in the Philippines, where the once tiny chain held out against McDonald’s and continues to dominate the Philippine market. Like Lapu-Lapu before them, Jolibee was able to fight back against all odds and reject foreign domination of the Philippines…or at least their fast food market.
I ordered the standard breakfast, fried chicken, a friend egg, and rice….and I was blown away.
It was terrible.
Seriously. I know the Egg McMuffin ain’t exactly fine dining, but how could a dry chicken leg be the great wall of cuisine that was kicking the Americans rear end with every breakfast served in the Philippines? I almost envisioned a corporate board meeting where a group of American food experts all sat around a table tasting the Jolibee fried chicken leg and being totally perplexed as to why they couldn’t seem to create a dish that would convince Filipinos to reject the local brand and get a Big Mac instead.
After my rather unspectacular breakfast at Jolibee we made our way to our next stop: Magellan’s Cross. Magellan’s Cross is allegedly the same cross that Magellan ordered planted by Spaniard and Portuguese explorers on March 15, 1521. Although there is a belief that it might be a replica planted by the Spanish after they subdued the Philippines and the country embraced Christianity, there is no question that it has been there a long time and that it remains one of Cebu’s most notable tourist attractions.
Near Magellan’s Cross was the Basilica Minore del Santo Niño, another famous stop in Cebu, where I spent several minutes touring the basilica.
We then made our way to Island Souvenirs located just around the corner from the Basilica and then headed back to the car where we made our way to the idyllic Cebu Taoist Temple located in the Beverly Hills Subdivision of Cebu. It was a unexpected stop but one I was grateful that we made. The temple was beautiful and a nice change of pace from the bustle of downtown Cebu.
After we left the Taoist Temple we made our way to another unexpected stop: The Temple of Leah. The Temple of Leah is hard to summarize. It is described as a monument built by noted Cebu businessman Teodorico Adarna, father of actress Ellen Adarna and owner of Queensland motels. He built the temple in honor of his wife. Perhaps it is best summed up on the message from Mr. Adarna on the Temple of Leah Facebook page:
“I constructed this temple in the year 2012 A.D. as a symbol of my undying love for and ceaseless devotion to Leah Villa Albino-Adarna, my wife of 53 years. I adopted and architectural and structural design that can withstand time and still be appreciated for a millennium so this Temple will become a landmark of Cebu where future generations of the Adarna clan coming from her can come and trace the roots and heritage. All her lifetime collections are showcased in the 24 chambers of this Temple principally for the members of our family who cherish her memory.
May this Temple serve as a symbol of a great love of a husband to his very loving wife.”
The views from the Temple of Leah were stunning, and I could see why this relatively recent structure has quickly emerged as one of Cebu’s most popular destinations. The funny thing is since visiting the Temple of Leah I’ve noticed that a lot of photos of people from Cebu on Facebook are in front of the Temple of Leah. I can’t help but wonder if fifty years from now the Temple of Leah could be one of the most iconic and photographed places in the Philippines. If 50 years from now it just becomes one of those instantly recognizable places to everyone…and one everyone in the world associates with Cebu.
From here we made our way to our next stop: the farm of former defense attorney Noel D. Archival. Archival, a noted defense attorney in Cebu, was murdered in 2014 and his killers remain at large. His son runs the family farm where fighting chickens are bred and sell for a hefty price. I had never seen a chicken fight or even fighting chickens for that matter as cock fighting is illegal in New Mexico. But in Cebu is was a national pastime and the Archival farm was arguably where the most successful fighting cocks came from.
We closed out our time at the Archival Farm by planting a tree named after me (someday I will have to take my kids there to check out the David Finger Memorial Cocoa Tree) and we closed out the night with dinner at a Japanese Restaurant.
On September 23 I checked out of my hotel and then we made our way to our final stop in Cebu: the Ala Boxing Gym. I was excited about the visit. In boxing there are a handful of legendary gyms…gyms that have emerged as cultural icons. Gyms that are globally recognized brands Kronk was arguably the most famous in the United States but in the Philippines it was the legendary Ala Boxing Gym in Cebu that emerged as the national icon, no small feat considering Manny Pacquiao has his own gym in Manila. I was about to visit one of the most famous boxing gyms in the world and see coach Edito “Ala” Villamor in action.
It’s not a typical tourist stop, but I was glad to have visited it. I never saw a boxing gym with a monkey hanging around before, and although he wasn’t particularly photogenic, I decided not to push the issue as I was warned that he had a bad habit of grabbing camera and throwing them in the alligator pit (oh yeah, the is an alligator at the Ala Gym as well).
It was a light day at the gym, no heavy sparring although I did get to see some of the brightest stars in Philippine boxing working out, including mini-flyweight contender Melvin Jerusalem.
We left the Ala Boxing Gym but there was one most stop before my flight to Manila: the House of Lechon.
I had tried one of the best lechon restaurants in Cebu…now Salven was going to take me to the best. I was not disappointed. House of Lechon lived up to the lofty praise Salven bestowed upon it and I was blown away by how good it was. If you are in Cebu and only have time to get lechon at one place, I would have to say House of Lechon should be on your list…dare I say I think House of Lechon should be on everyone’s bucket list. It is an absolutly amazing experience and one of the best meals I had…ever. Quite frankly everyone should try and have lechon, real Cebu lechon, once in their lives and House of Lechon should be the place you have it.
Salven also allowed me the opportunity to have a selfie with another Philippine icon: the jeepney. The jeepey is one of the most recognizable forms of public transportation: small, crowded, and oh so colorful. But as I would discover, there is some push back against the jeepney and there may come the day when the jeepney is no longer a common sight on the road in the Philippines. I wanted to get a picture with one..just in case. Right now the jeepney still rules the roads in Cebu…but I wasn’t taking any chances There was once a time getting a selfie inside a Blockbuster would have been a piece of cake. But I never got around to it and now I have to fly to Alaska to get one.
I found the most jeepny looking jeepny and quickly had a photo taken with it before we were on the way to the airport. In the end, Cebu deserves more than three days…but Salven made sure my three days were well spent and highly productive. There is no question that I’ll be back in Cebu sometime soon. I have a whale shark to swim with…and another plate of lechon calling my name.
My trusty Let’s Go Central America guide had warned me about Belize City. Well, maybe warn is a strong way of putting it.
It advised me that if I was in Belize there were better ways to spend my time then spending it in Belize City, the former capital of the youngest Central American nation. I decided to follow the advice and planned to spend as little time in the city as needed, getting on the first boat to Caye Caulker, which I was told was one of the nicer islands off the coast of Belize.
Nonetheless I was intrigued about seeing the Swing Bridge in Belize City. It was one of the tourist destinations listed in my guidebook and I was curious to see one of the last manually operated swing bridges in the world (as well as the oldest one in Central America). This despite the fact that, up until then, I really didn’t know what a swing bridge was. Keep in mind, Wikipedia really wasn’t a thing back in 2003.
Fortunately the dock where I got on my boat to Caye Caulker was near the Swing Bridge and I got a chance to see it, although I never actually got the chance to see it swing.
Arriving in Caye Caulker I was immediately glad that I chose this as my major destination in Belize. Unlike Belize City, which I could tell was hectic and crowded, Caye Caulker was quiet, tranquil, and very Caribbean in it’s feel.
Ispent the first day walking the streets of the small town before stopping at the L&I Café and Bar for a quick midnight snack. The following day I decided to get in a dive. It had been close to fifteen years since my last dive so I didn’t think the Blue Hole would be wise, that was not the sort of dive you jump into (no pun intended). Instead I signed up for a shallower dive with Frenchie’s Diving, and did get a chance to see a what appeared to be a Sandbar Shark, which made my dive a rousing success in my book.
When it comes to scuba diving I’m easy to please. If I see a shark I’m usually happy.
The following day I made my way back to Belize City en route to San Ignacio near the border with Guatemala. My main goal was to get to El Salvador for a chance to go surfing in La Libertad and I had a lot of stops I wanted to make on the way. But I also was excited about the opportunity to see one of the world’s smallest capitals: Belmopan. I’m glad I had the chance to stop there because the Belmopan I spend an hour in is long gone. Back in 2003 it was a small village of 5,088 (according to the 2000 census). It seemed like people just weren’t interested in moving to the new capital, which was founded in 1970 as a planned community after Hurricane Hattie all but destroyed Belize City in 1961. In 1980 the population was a mere 2,935 and eleven year later the population had only inched up to 3,558. But after the US embassy relocate to Belmopan in 2006 there seems to be rapid growth in the city and the current estimate is that the population is now somewhere around 21,814. Maybe Belmopan now resembles the hectic and chaotic Belize City that I spent just a few hours in before making my way to Caye Caulker and then onto a bus to San Ignacio. But in 2003 it was a quiet and peaceful stop…at least around the Novelo’s Bus Terminal.
Arriving in San Ignacio I wasn’t sure how I would spend my final days in Belize before making my way to Guatemala. I enjoyed seeing one of only three traffic lights (at least it was one of three in 2003) when I crossed over the Hankesworth Bridge in San Ignacio. The Hankesworth Bridge was a one lane suspension bridge built in 1949 and it was interesting…but let’s be honest, if all I could say about Belize was I saw a couple of cool bridges it wouldn’t be much of a post here.
After spending a night in San Ignacio I decided to sign up for the Barton Creek Canoe tour on August 2nd. Our colorful guide, Clifford, took us inside the Barton Creek Cave by way of canoe and although my photos weren’t the best, it was definitely a great way to spend the day in San Ignacio.
My next stop would be my first Mayan Ruin, Cahal Pech, before I closed the night off by going to the Miss Estereo Amor Pageant 2003. I was told that this was the biggest event in town and many of the locals were positively excited about the local beauty pageant…which was almost entirely in Spanish.
The following morning I closed out my day in Belize by having mangos on the side of the Macal River. But there was one thing I hadn’t tried in Belize, and I was determined not to leave before I had the chance to try fried breadfruit.
My flight back to Denver was out of Belize City so I planned one day in Placencia, Belize after returning by bus from El Salvador. I was young enough that another bus ride from Belize City to Placencia didn’t seem so bad. And it gave me one more day on the beach before I was to start my law school career. I enjoyed my downtime and soon found a small, out of the way restaurant that could prepare a plate of fried breadfruit. It wasn’t on the menu but the cook seemed genuinely impressed that I was ordering it and I quickly found out why it was so popular in Caribbean countries: it was amazing.
Sometimes I wonder how much Belize has changed since 2003. Undoubtedly Belmopan won’t look like the dusty town I passed through and who knows, maybe Belize City is a little more tourist friendly than it was back in 2003. But something tells me even if the country doesn’t quite look like the same place I saw in 2003 that it still has a certain charm to it that would ensure I fall in love with the place all over again. The perfect balance of Latin and Caribbean cultures topped off with a Belikin Beer and some fried breadfruit.
Guatemala isn’t a shock to the system…at least not when you are coming in from Belize. Crossing into Melchor De Mencos you don’t feel a sudden change from an English speaking nation with a decidedly Caribbean flair to a unmistakably Latin American nation. No, Belize sort of eases you into Latin America one kilometer at a time.
After several days in San Ignacio, Belize I had already felt like I was very much in Latin America. Melchor De Mencos was just where I had to stop and get my passport stamped on my way to one of the greatest archeological sites in North America: Tikal.
I only spend a few minutes in Melchor De Mencos before I was back on a bus heading to my first stop in Guatamala: the town of Flores. Flores definitely had a disintive feel to it: mellow and relaxed but also just touristy enough to make it an easy stop. I spent the night sat a small hote on Lago De Perez Itza in the nearby town of El Remate and the following morning it was off to the nearby ruins of Tikal.
Prior to hitting Tikal I had been to the Pyramids of Giza and after Tikal I visited Machu Picchu, but with that being said there is a special place in my heart for Tikal. After paying my entrance fee upon my arrival at the park my friends Petra and Sylvia hired a Spanish speaking guide. Although my Spanish was terrible at the time I was fortunate in that Petra was able to translate for me.
Right off the bat I was taken aback by the “parasite tree” which we saw on the path to the ruins. It seemed like something from a sci-if movie and it gave Tikal an otherworldly feel.
The fascinating thing about Tikal is you can completely understand how Cortes could have passed within a few miles of it anencephaly not even know it wasn’t there. As big as the complex is, it often is engulfed in the surrounding jungle. You first see a smaller pyramid before Tikal really comes out of hiding as you walk down the path. My first stop was the Munro Perdido temple (Lost World) and afternoon climbing to the top I was amazed at how hidden the complex was. I could see the top of a few temples but otherwise all of Tikal was hidden in the jungle…and this was from smack dab in the middle of it!
From here I headed to the Temple of the Inscriptions and made my way to the top of that temple next. Although higher the view, although amazing, still masked the true treasures hidden just a few feet away.
I quickly made my way back to the Plaza De La Gran Piramide o Mundo Perdido before we made it the the most impressive part of the complex: the Gran Plaza where we first saw Temple I.
The Gran Plaza itself was an amazing thing to see, but the Temple I was truly one of those breathtaking experiences that is hard to describe.
We made our way back into town where I had the opportunity to take a dip in Lago de Peten Itza just outside our hotel at La Casa De Don David before we headed off to our next stop, Coban, Guatemala. From there it was a tour of a Guatemalan coffee plantation at Finca Santa Margarita in the city of Coban.
We closed out our trip to Guatamala with a stop in the colonial city of Antigua before I went off to El Salvador. It was an amazing stop but one I wished I had more time to enjoy. I wasn’t told there was some amazing hiking trails around the town. Nonetheless it has been neary 15 years since I went to Guatemala. Maybe this is as good a time a short any to revisit the country to give Antigua the attention it deserves.
Well, 2017 is coming to a close and this seems a good opportunity to look at the coming year in boxing. In particular, who might explode on the scene in 2018. Well, there are no shortage of talented young fighters set to emerge as world class contenders. But stepping up is one thing…winning a world championship is another. That takes more than just talent and skill…it takes connections, a world ranking and being at the right place at the right time. So with that being said here is my list of five fighters who I think meet all the requirements of becoming world champions in 2018.
1. Issac Dogboe (17-0, 11 KOs)
OK, most of you know I covered Dogboe’s fight against Javier Chacon in Accra back in July. The super bantamweight impressed me against the seasoned Chacon, who went into the fight on the heels of a five fight win streak and was undefeated since a loss in a fight for the WBA bantamweight belt in 2014. And after covering Dogboe’s last two fights and watching a half dozen more online what was most impressive is that the undefeated Ghanaian is improving with each fight. Now Dogboe is slated to fight for the vacant WBO interim junior featherweight belt against Cesar Juarez next weekend. So it goes without saying that I think he beats Juarez. But I don’t think it will end there in 2018.
So am I picking him to follow up his win over Juarez with a win over undefeated WBO champion Jessie Magdaleno? Not exactly.
In all honesty I don’t think he will be fighting Magdaleno at all in 2018. It seems clear to most insiders that Magdaleno is having trouble making weight and my prediction is that Magdaleno will vacate his world title and move up to featherweight. That means the interim champion becomes the WBO world champion. And I think that man will be Isaac Dogboe.
2. Kanat Islam (25-0, 20 KOs)
It’s pretty clear to me that the former 2008 Olympic bronze medalist is making up for a lot of wasted time and I think 2018 is going to be his year. After competing in the Olympics in 2004 and 2008 his professional career was delayed until September of 2012 but initially it looked like he would make up for lost time when he won his first regional belt just three months later against the 49-fight veteran Humberto Toledo. He crushed Toledo in the opening round (capturing the WBA Fedacaribe title) and if you asked me then I would have said he should punch his way into a world title fight no later than 2015. Well, as is often the case in boxing his career never really took off and for awhile he looked to be the latest in the long line of talented Eastern European and Central Asian fighters who simply couldn’t register on the radar of boxing fans or the sanctioning organizations. But in the last two years Nelson Lopez and NelSons Promotions have done a masterful job of positioning Islam into the #1 ranking in the WBA and #2 with the WBO. Last month the WBA ordered Islam to take on #2 ranked John Vera Jr. In an eliminator and although I feel Vera is very much a live underdog right now I would have to give the edge to Islam. But as of yet the fight has not been announced. Now if that fight doesn’t materialize (just to stress, I have not heard anything to indicate it won’t go forward other than it has passed the WBA’s 30-day deadline, and with that being said I expect it to go to purse bids) there is an interesting second option: Dubai.
You can stop searching Boxrec, I’m not talking about a fighter. I mean the city. Now Dubai has sadly earned something of a reputation in boxing as it always seems like there is a promoter or manager who was contacted by a “sheik” looking to pump a few million dollars of oil money into hosting a professional boxing event…only for the whole thing to end up being a pipe dream at best and a Nigerian email scam at worse. Most recently the Manny Pacquiao-Jeff Horn fight was nearly derailed when Manny was made an outrageously lucrative offer to defend his title in the UAE. Well, that turned out to be wishful thinking as there was no money behind the offer and Pacquiao decidedly to accept Horn’s offer to fight him in Australia.
But I think the time may be right for Dubai to finally put the peices together for a world title fight and there are three fighters who I think would be a huge draw in Dubai: Manny Pacquiao (still to expensive), Amir Khan (still hasn’t fought since he was knocked out by Canelo Alvarez in 2016) and the new WBO 154-pound champion: Sadam Ali.
Ali’s win over Miguel Cotto for the belt propelled him to the top of the world but I can’t help but think that had more to do with Cotto finally showing his age than Ali being a pound for pound contender. And from what I saw in Islam’s fight with Brandon Cook I think he beats Ali. If Ali does end up being the fighter who ends the Dubai boxing drought then I would expect Islam to be the most likely opponent for the Brooklyn native. Even if that doesn’t happen then it means he fights John Vera and then undefeated WBA champion Brian Castaño after that. Again, I see Islam winning both of those fights if he goes that route instead. Make no mistake, it’s been a long wait for Kanat Islam, but he is very much poised to finish the year with a world title.
3. Jose Carlos Ramirez (21-0, 16 KOs)
Ramirez is quickly emerging as one of the hottest young prospects in the sport and he is currently scheduled to fight fellow prospect Amir Imam on March 17, 2018 in a fight for the vacant WBC super lightweight title. Imam is an attractive prospect but Ramirez simply looks like a superstar ready to explode onto the scene. In my opinion Ramirez wins this fight…and wins the WBC belt.
4. Moises Calleros (28-7-1, 16 KOs)
Now it would be easy to look at Calleros’s less than flashy record and close the book on him, but sometimes it’s about being at the right place at the right time. Calleros engaged in one of the best 105-pound fights in recent memory when he took on Tatsuya Fukuhara for the vacant WBO interim belt. Since then Fukuhara dropped a decision to the slick boxing Ryo Yamanaka while “Taz” clawed his way into a #4 ranking, winning three fights against limited opposition. But Calleros reminds me of a fellow Mexican who also racked up more than a few losses early on only to position himself into another title fight: Miguel Roman. Like Mickey Roman, Calleros combines relentless pressure with explosive punching power and like Roman “Taz” has shown a knack for never letting a loss hold him back. The interesting thing is if I were Yamanaka would avoid Calleros like the plague (Yamanaka has shown a suspect chin in the past) and fight the undefeated #1 contender Robert Paradero instead. Paradero cleary is a talented fighter but he is still somewhat green and he throws wide, looping punches that he tends to load up on. He’s only going to get better so the smart move would be to catch him early, before he refines his game. But reports from Mexico indicate that the champion is electing to go with Calleros, which I think is a mistake for the slick boxing champion.
Because unlike Paradero, who throws wide looping punches, Calleros tends to throw short, compact bombs.
And he throws a whole lot of them.
If Yamanaka does go with Calleros for his first title defense I think the Mexican leaves Japan with the belt.
5. Aston Palicte (24-2, 20 KOs)
This one is honestly a tougher pick for me and it’s tough for one reason: because I really don’t know how good WBO #1 ranked junior bantamweight Rex Tso is. Tso is undefeated (22-0, 13 KOs) and won the WBO International junior bantamweight title back in October against a tough 36-year old Japanese boxer named Kohei Kono. Kono had a solid career but it’s hard to gauge what he had left when he fought Tso (he lost two of his previous three going into the Tso fight).
But back to my pick, Aston Palicte. None of this about Tso and Palicte would normally matter when looking for a future world champion except for one detail: Palicte is ranked #2 by the WBO and the champion, Naoya Inoue, will almost certainly move up to 118-pounds. Which means in a few months the WBO will order a fight between the next two availble contenders for the vacant world title. And right now that is Tso and the Filipino puncher Palicte.
And right now my gut tells me Palicte wins that fight. He clearly has improved tremendously since his last loss to Junior Granados in March of 2016 and he seems to be in the zone ever since he scored the upset over undefeated Oscar Cantu for the NABF belt in December of 2016. Tso may be the real deal, but he hasn’t fought a fighter like Palicte yet and I think the Filipino will be the man holding the WBO belt over his head in 2018.