11 June 2011

Another Epistle from Honduras

  • On Thursday morning, I awoke at 4:30 am to a bevy of small arms fire and police sirens.  The small arms fired continued to rise in intensity as did the sound of the police sirens.  Soon enough, the sirens stopped but the firing continued.  At this point, my thought process more or less mirrored these reflections:  there is a small gun battle going on; the police have responded; the police have arrived; the police have lost.  At breakfast, I found out that this guerra pequeña (small war) was in fact fireworks and some celebratory pistol shots.  Silly American.}
  • We have a marvelous cook.  The food here: terrific!  The community is especially conscious of the delicate stomachs of the gringos and thus uses purified water to wash fruits and vegetables.  I saw our cook one day washing her hands over a pot that we use to boil rice and oatmeal.  Now, I am certain that she was planning on washing the pot after her hands were clean.  Even so, this is not what one might consider American behavior.  On the other hand, later that day at dinner, the vicar of the community bolted out of his chair without warning, covered all the food, all the while exclamining that a fly had entered the dining room.  If you can recall the reaction of the father in A Christmas Story when he hears the furnace making noise, you have a good idea of what took place.
  • I hear that the tremendous amounts of rain we are getting each night are bad for the banana harvests up north.  So, in the best tradition of Trading Places, I suggest you invest in banana futures heavily.
For all of the joking, I can only speak highly of the brothers here -- and the graciousness with which they have received us.  It is nothing short of incredible. 

On a more seriousness note, I have been struck by the amount of poverty here.  Unemployment reaches to nearly 70 percent.  The level of trust by the people in the government and military might be at an all-time low.  One must put in storm drains in front of a residece by private money.  If you want the street in front of you paved, you must be the city.  We figured out that for about $1000 dollars (US), you could roughly pave 600 yards of road. 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Good stuff, Matt!

Chris J