How exciting are unusual border crossings… the one from Nepal into Tibet in a jeep driving through deep rivers I will never forget and from Thailand to Cambodia on a pleasure yacht with monks is very memorable but the one I have enjoyed the most is definitely from Mexico to Guatemala in een wooden speedboat on the rio Usumacinta.

With a party of people from all over the world randomly coming together at the Mexican border we embarked for an hour long boatride amidst the lush greenery watching crocodiles sunbathing on the banks of the river en enjoying the sun and the wind on our faces.

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I seem to hear them say
Do not dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack
A crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
We asked for signs
and the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every single government
signs for all to see
I can’t run no more
with that lawless crowd
Ah but they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up
a thundercloud
and they’re going to hear from me.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack
A crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in
You can add up the parts
but you won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march
on your little broken drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in

LEONARD COHEN