EVEN MORE THINGS WE WILL NEVER TIRE OF…

•November 27, 2009 • 5 Comments

While living in Central America!

With 4 more day left in Honduras, so many things are flashing before our eyes. We are trying to take it all it and enjoy every moment like it is our last! So we can not leave you with the images from our “Things We Won’t Miss About Honduras” post. So along with the 2 previous “Things We Will Never Tire of…” (click to read that post) and “More things We Will Never Tire of…” (Click to read that post) we are adding even more things we love and will miss about our second home, Honduras.

PEOPLE WEARING AMERICAN T-SHIRTS!
They wear high school, college, professional sport teams, 5k runs and just some whacky tee-shirts that make sense in the States but not here…like the old dude wearing a “I love mullets” T-Shirt! The same with the baseball caps too!

From Juayua Food Fest!

GETTING OFF THE BUS IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE!
People getting off the bus in the middle of no where with no houses around, just disappearing into the woods on some tiny trail on the side of the highway. It is like they live in a secret Narnia land!

MACHETES!
Can’t help it, but we love them. They are an every day tool here: need something cut no matter how small, whip out the machete; your kids wants to cut open a coconut, give them a machete; or your grass needs a mow, do it with a machete!

From Perquin
From Perquin


LOS GALLOS!

Central Americans love the Rooster, not only for a food source, but for advertising! We had a love for the Rooster before we came to Honduras, and now we love them even more! We will miss roosters and chickens walking the streets, under your feet and crowing at any and all times of the day and night!

From 2009 – Feb. Dogs and Roosters
From Roosters for Kris!


HONDURAS Y FUTBOL!

It is just so awesome to see a whole country cheering all for the same thing! All and any differences are shoved aside in order for all their energy to go towards another National Win! Our energy will be with Honduras in their World Cup 2010 matches!

From On the Street After World Cup Qualifying Games
From On the Street After World Cup Qualifying Games

HONDURAN COWBOYS!
We love to see campesinos/vaqueros riding through small towns on their horses for a few reasons. 1) Everyone loves a cowboy, a real cowboy. 2) In Honduras the horse may be that cowboys only source of transportation. 3) Some cowboys teach their horses to prance. And 4) The saddles are wonderful, whether a fancy leather one, a worn old one or a wood one!

From The People of Honduras – A and T's Trip
From The People of Honduras – A and T's Trip


THE GREAT LIGHT SHOWS!

What we are talking about is the awesome lightening and thunder storms. We have never, especially West Coast Jim, heard thunder so loud and close before in our lives. And the rain that comes with it, it is so hard and thick it is like a cleansing blanket that covers the dry dust covered city.

From Austino and Turnito's Trip Start to End


OUR BOYS!

We mentioned children in general in one of our other posts about things we will never tire of here, but in particular we would never tire of spending time with our boys at the Casa Del Nino orphanage. Even if we do not feel good or are super tired, we still have a blast with them and come out happy. We will miss them so intensely that we KNOW we will be back.

From Jim's B-day 2009

MOVIES FOR $2.00 – $3.00
We often go to movies every weekend watching whatever movie they have…some silly teen movies and even a horror movie once and I do not even like them. But in a town where there is not a lot to do and the movie is cheap, why not. And it is the only place I can get popcorn here!

OVERWEIGHT WOMEN!
Most Honduran women have meat on their bones…and it is okay.

From Gurifuna Fest – Corozal Honduras
From Carnival – El Sauce – May 09


THE TWO ON A BIKE MADE FOR ONE RIDE

First someone sits on the seat, and another person sits kind of side saddle on the bar that goes in between the seat and the handlebars. Okay, that might be do-able, but the person sitting on the seat is peddling with their hands on the shoulders of the bar sitter. The bar sitter steers the bike. I have totally wanted to try this with Jim, but I know we would break our necks!

OLD GARIFUNA WOMEN
In their old style cotton long dresses and head scarf, I often think that if I sat and talked with them, that I would get Maya Angelou type wisdoms. Hmmmm…maybe this is where Maya gets all her great quotes!

From Gurifuna Fest – Corozal Honduras
From Gurifuna Fest – Corozal Honduras

OUR WONDERFUL SUPER HONDO UMBRELLAS
I am sure you have heard me mention our umbrellas before….but we do so love them. They are super large, double paneled and double spoked. Forget the fancy super fold down Totes variety…the Super Hondo Umbrella is the way to go. We even bought two new ones to bring home with us…Jim’s is a sassy yet masculine lime green and dark green striped number, my new one is…rrrooooar…tiger striped (I heard that animal print is still in…please say it is so).

From Brullys & boots
From Brullys & boots
From Brullys & boots

THE NICKNAMES THE BOYS AT CASA DEL NINO USE FOR EACH OTHER!
Mono (Monkey) for little Andres who loves to climb on things. Siete Mundos (Seven Worlds) for Marcos who has a big head. Timba (big belly) for little Isreal that has a belly that grows when he eats! Vaca (Cow) for Walter, because they say he is heavy (he actually looks like normal teen – not skinny like the rest of the kids). And El Tunclo (Loud person) is Jonathon’s nickname because he makes this ear piercing whistle noise! El Diablo for Julio because he’s a bit of a trouble maker. And Jefe (boss) for Jan Carlos because he used to make crank calls saying he was the boss of a local gang. Ay Ay Ay! Some are mean…but the kids do not mind for some reason. Check out the album below with all the nicknames AND the nicknames they have for us!

Los apodos de los niños en Casa Del Niño (Nicknames of the boys at Casa Del Nino)

FLOUR TORTILLAS
Honduras make the best flour tortillas hands down!

From 2009-02-12 The Art of Baleadas

OUR BIG BLACK RAIN BOOTS
Although not attractive at all, I feel like a kid ready to jump into puddles when I have them on. Actually that is what they are for as the streets flood regularly in the rainy season…so bring on the puddles, uh, mini rivers is more like it!

From Brullys & boots

SNORKLEING
Although I have been a diver for along time and Jim became one at the start of this year away…we have both come to love snorkeling. Maybe that is so because the water is so clear off the islands you do not need to dive down deep to see a lot of great underwater life!

From Panama – San Blas Islands – March 2009
From Panama – San Blas Islands – March 2009

$1.00 TAXI RIDES
Especially if we move to any city in the U.S. of A. So long cheap ride home after a few cervesas!

OLD SIRENS FROM THE BANANA REPUBLIC DAYS
La Ceiba was a company town, Vaccaro Brothers’ Standard Fruit Company from New Orleans started up the banana business here. Everyone that lived here worked for the fruit company. Sirens still go off to mark certain times of the day for current day citizens. But back in the day here was their daily schedule; sirens go off at 6am for a wake up call, then at 7pm for work, again at 11am for lunch, back to work at 12noon and the day is done at 4pm! There is something homey about the sirens. Here is a link to United Fruit Company which is the current fruit company doing business out of La Ceiba for a history of their company, which does involve the above mentioned Vaccar Brothers.

I am sure more things will pop up after a couple of weeks back in the states. We love Honduras and I am sure we will be back sooner or later, if not because we need a baleada fix, but for sure to see “Our Boys” again.
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EL SALVADOR STORY TIME

•November 19, 2009 • 2 Comments

Some stories just need to be told. I will try to keep them as short as possible, but bare with me if I go on a bit in my excitement of reliving the experiences.

But before I get started…here are some statistics on our trip:

Days: 11
Cities: 9
Buses: 26
Miles Covered: 800 (Most of those miles were traveling across Honduras to and from the border, El Salvador is a small country)
Hours on Buses: at least 45
Hours waiting for buses: Approximately 15
Time it would take to drive 800 miles in a car at 60 mph: 13.5 hours
Taxis: 6
Pick – Up Truck Rides: 3

DRIVE BY VEGGIES FOR SALE!


DEATH DEFYING BUS RIDE

The bus ride from Santa Rosa de Copan, Honduras to the border of El Salvador started out as a calm one…green country scenery quickly passing by, Jim nodding in and out of sleep…all was tranquilo! But as soon as we hit the mountainous curvy roads the bus started to have problems. Jim did not notice it as he was sleeping, but I noticed the shaking. I was thinking about it, but not concerned. Then the bus pulled over, and the driver and his assistant got out to work on the front left wheel. I start to get a tiny bit concerned…but not worried. The bus got back on the road, the shaking persisted…Jim was awake and finally noticed the shaking. The bus pulled over again to get what looked like containers of oil, Jim first thought it was brake fluid. For a short while the shaking subsided, we took a deep breath. Then the shaking got worse and the roads got worse too. We saw the driver trying to handle his huge steering wheel that was shaking like San Francisco in 1906. I figured it was a good time to get worried, not just because the driver and his steering wheel, but because the old campesino next to me was making a sign of the cross across his chest and white knuckling the armrest. Not a good sign. Not a good sign at all.

Then the bus stopped again and more fluid was added. Again we were okay for a bit, like 5 minutes or so, but when the bus starting its shaking again we seriously got worried, both of us. At this point, the bus driver was wrestling the steering wheel like it was a bear. For some reason Jim decided this was was a good time to tell me that he thought the bus was losing its steering. Uh, hello, don’t stress your wife out Goobenheimer! I asked him to pray for our lives, as I had already started to, and then I literally started to weep. The stupid thing is that we never got off! Why would Jim NOT get off if he thought the steering was going? Uh, because the death wish driver just kept on going? All said and done, we did get to the border alive and in one piece, but a bit exhausted from the stress.

This is not the bus…but another one!

I have been wondering to myself how could Jim stay pretty calm on this bus for a long period of time when he will not ride on a roller coaster for 30 seconds with me?? It makes no sense to me, and I would take the roller coaster over that bus ride any day!

WALK BY SALES PEOPLE ON THE BUS

MARIO AND TASHA
Like most of you, we knew about the El Salvadoran Civil War, but did not know many of the details until we went there. This war lasted quite the many year in the not too distant past, 1980 – 1992. The time of pogo dancing and big hair for us, but a time for misery for all Guanacans (Slang name for El Salvadorans) and death for 75,000 of them. It was yet another cold murderous event funded by the lovely U S “Not In My Backyard” A thanks to mostly Reagan, although Carter got the ball rolling and old Bush saw it through to the end.

The U.S. spent 7 BILLION dollars on this farce! Communism, give me a freakin’ break! The U.S. basically paid for some U.S. nuns to be raped and killed, the assassination or kidnapping of thousands of children (yes, you read right), bombing of civilian homes, and at one point in time basically wiping out a whole town by killing at least 1000 children, women and men of any age, on top of thousands of other atrocities. Have you ever heard of throwing children up in the air and shooting them like skeet? Well they have seen it here, and the troops that were committing these disgusting acts were trained and funded by the US government.

But this is not my story, my story is about a man and a dog we met at a leftist bar in Suchitoto, named El Necio (The Fool). Mario, with his shaven head, wife beater white tee and jeans, made quite the impression even before we met him. We were in Mara Salvatrucha territory, and he did look the part of what an older un-tattooed gang member could look like, but when we started to hear about his life we thought different. His loving attention to his Boxer dog Tasha (the number of people that hit and kick dogs far outnumber those that pet them in Central America), helped add to my trust, but to be honest with you I was not completely whole heartedly feeling sure about him until we got back to our hotel un-followed, un-harmed and un-robbed. Sorry, but this is life in Central American, my friends, and we were still a bit nervous after our experiences during the preceding days.

Suchitoto

Mario grew up with the political unrest that most Salvadorans his age did, and as many young people at the time, he joined up the resistance movement, but more so because he watched 17 of his young friends get murdered by the Military. Like any other normal day after school, the boys would get together to play soccer in the street. On this particular day, while he was inside changing out of school clothes, 17 of his friends were taken at gun point. He ran after them just in time to see the assassination. Yes, he was lucky he was not one of them, but just imagine seeing that atrocity.

When his mother got wind of him joining the resistance she packed him up, gathered funding and sent him off to the United States. He lived there and Canada for 6 years working and traveling until money or homesickness brought him back to El Salvador. Since the Civil War (Click for more info) was in full force, and he felt the same as before he left, he joined the FMLN (Frente Farabundo Marti de Liberacion Nacional – Click for more info).

We did not discuss too many details about what he did in the war itself as many veterans of war do not, but we did talk about a poster that was on the wall of the bar that said, “Where are the Children?” (Click for more info). The “Where are the Children” campaign started after the war because of all the missing children, most killed, some taken by soldiers, and some eventually adopted out around the world. It is just so very sad. The Military conscripted or killed kids at the age of 12 before they joined the Resistance. Although the young were fighting the Military, they should not be killed for just being young.

Mario is a mason now, just living life. He is content with his $12 a day salary, but would like to build a home for his growing family, which as of this post is five kids! He obviously still supports the FMLN, who is finally in political power right now, and is active in helping the people in his very small community. We saw him the next morning working on restoring one of the old buildings on the main square of Suchitoto. We exchanged gifts, he gave Jim a macramed necklace with the centerpiece being a bullet he pulled out of the wall of the building. One of many bullets embedded in the walls around town, reminders of the Civil War. He told us he could tell the difference between a bullet that contacted flesh from those that didn’t, because the blood on it corroded the bullet more than the one without blood on it. And gee, we gave him a bag fully of silly ole’ pastries.

At some point in the night before Mario shyly shared with us when we were talking about the situation in Honduras, “I do not wish war on anyone, but if my part helped the FMLN to get to where we are today, it was worth if for me. The Resistance in Honduras needs to know it takes time and war is not good for anyone.”

MARA SALVATRUCHA
This story is not about the huge gang that is not only prominent in El Salvador, but has gained the title of the most dangerous gang in the United States as well, but of our experience with them. The Mara Salvatrucha (Click for info) had a habit of tattooing not only their bodies, but their entire faces with their gang name, hand signs and such. With that done, it was kind of easy for the cops to spot them, especially when the El Salvadoran government put “Operation Super Hard Hand” to effect that allowed the police to arrest anyone with tattoos.

Now that I have the background set, this is our story of our experience with the Maras. After being told by two different people in Suchitoto we need to go to San Salvador to get to Juayua, which was way out of the way, we still decided to take the back road buses there instead. We were thinking we will see more of the REAL El Salvador. It ended up to be more real than we planned for.

We ended up getting on the back of the bus, from Apopa to Santa Ana, as that was where the only space for our packs existed. We sat back there with out packs to keep on eye on them. All was well, until these Chiclets salesmen got on. Chiclets salespeople are are usually little children and they just hold out a small box of the gum to show off to potential buyers. But these guys were throwing them on people’s laps, something that caught our attention, but what surprised us even more was the guy that came next. A short guy with a baseball cap pulled down low on his head, in long sleeves and long pants came down the isle picking up the boxes of Chiclets from the people (or now that I think of it – those people might have been giving him money). As this guy got closer, we noticed a strange look about him, an eerie look. The closer he got, the more we tried not to stare at him, but we did anyway. His whole face was covered heavily with make-up. Not blush and lipstick..just very heavy skin cover up make-up. But once you got past that, you understood why…his whole face was tattooed. He had not covered up his eye lids, forehead or his neck and you could see the low-grade jail tats he had there. The whole thing made him look like a scary clown which I’m sure fueled my husband’s coulrophobia (fear of clowns).

Click here for a Mara Face Tattoo Photo

My first feeling was intense sorrow for this guy, as he had joined a gang earlier in life, tattooed his face and body, and now regrets it and is selling Chiclets…one of the lowest jobs in Central America. At first the whole scene for me was just sad. Yes, I was sad for him, but I was also very worried for our belongings as well because they stood at the back of the bus for awhile right near us, our bags and the back door. On the bus Jim and I only exchanged the words make-up with each other, but discussed it later.

San Salvador

That is when I realized it may have been more than just a couple of ex-Maras trying to etch out a piddle living on selling Chiclets to bus riders. It was a shake down, extortion, crime in action. The painted face guy, who we firmly now believe is a current gang member, exchanged money with the bus worker (the one that collects the money from the passengers) right in front of us in the back of the bus. In a country were vendors on buses have a hard time breaking a dollar bill, this guy had a wad in his wallet. He was given some money so the Maras do not hurt their passengers which in turn will hurt their business. My sadness for this guy went straight to anger and then fear.

I could not get the face of the make-up-ed/attooed Mara guy out of my mind, The more I thought about it, the more scared I got. I had bad dreams as well. For at least 2 days I was looking over my shoulder all the time. I am not one to be afraid of people, even bad people, but this scary clown dude had an impact on me.

A little Video to Lighten the Mood!
ZORO’S RETIREMENT WORK!

Just as I was calming down about the whole thing, we again came in contact with gang members on the back of yet another bus. These were clean, young, tattoo free older teens (although one of the more serious looking boys looked like he had been beaten up pretty bad in the face at some point in the past). Since I have worked a lot with boys that age I noticed there was NOT a social lightness about them that most teens have and this made me concerned. When the eight of them got on the bus and took all of the seats around us at the back of the bus, Jim and I exchanged knowing glances at each other. We were not sitting together since the bus was empty when got on through the back door. We had spread out for comfort, but we stayed at the back because again our packs were back there. Jim sat behind one guy that was on the phone quite a bit and heard some of the conversation which spooked him. That made me more concerned, and the fact that the bus worker did not even try to get money from the 8 guys for the ride. But yet still I was chalking up my fear mostly to what had happened on that earlier bus. I just did not want to be totally scared on every single bus in El Salvador, as we had a lot more bus rides ahead of us!

A local long-haired no-shirt surfer guy got on the bus and wanted to sit next to one of the gang members. The gang member argued with him for a bit and then finally moved to sit next to his homey, but only after some rude remarks were made and all 8 of them were giving evil glances at the surfer guy. Then the surfer guy did not want to pay the bus fee because it looked like he didn’t want anyone to see how much money he had in his pockets. I have to admit…I thought a fight would happen right on top of me as I was between surfer guy and some of the gang guys.

Just as I was calming myself down, Jim jumped up and said, “We are getting out NOW!” as he pushed me towards the back door!” I jumped up scrambling to get my pack out the door before the bus started up again. Outside the bus, I noticed we were no where. Not in a town of any size, but fortunately right in front of a restaurant that over-looked the Pacific Ocean. Jim was more concerned than I really knew and he felt he had to take action before their plans materialized, so he got us off the bus at a public place. My hero!

We were sure, if they were not gang members (many of the young members are being told NOT to get tattoos now due to the Operation Super Hard Hand anti-gang program), they were thieves. The restaurant owner said there are many thieves on that bus route down the beach. After a beer and letting a bus or two pass us, we finally got on another bus. This time and every other bus ride forward we sat in the front of the bus and with packs in lap if we had to. We got to El Tunco safely, but again a bit stress weary.

Note to travelers in Central America, especially in El Salvador, do not sit in the back of the bus OR let bus workers try to separate you from your pack, especially if it is in the back of the bus. Something that most seasoned travelers know, but our comfort level down here with the bus systems led us astray.

El Salvador Stories Part II in next post!
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STORIES OF EL SALVADOR-POST II

•November 18, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Okay, I can’t seem to keep my stories short, but I hope you liked the previous ones anyway, and I hope you will like these few more just as much.

NOTE: Although the photos and videos linked to this blog are random, they all are from our trip to El Salvador.

SINGERS AT JUAJUA FOOD FEST

SANTIAGO DE MARIA
I moved to San Francisco on Feb. 6th, 1987. My sister and her fiance, Jeff, lived in an in-law apartment under Jeff’s Mom, Blanquita’s, house. I had nowhere to live, so I rented a room in Blanquita’s house for cheap.

Blanquita was a small woman, but she carried herself like she was a giant. She kept her house tidy and was every so polite. I became part of Blanquita’s family, attending holidays with them and other activities. At some point, my sister told Blanquita I could speak Spanish (uh, barely at the time), and I just loved how she and her sisters would always look over at me, probably gossiping, at family events to see if I understood. Sometimes I would act like I understood! Pupusas will always remind me of Blanquita, and a crocheted black sweater will as well. She was wearing a sweater one day and I told her how much l liked it, the next thing I knew she gave me two of them!

In her later years she had a stroke and became wheelchair bound. Although she still had a will to live it was hard to see feisty Blanquita in that chair. I chose to remember the “walking up and down a huge hill to church every morning in Daly City” woman instead.

I thought of her a lot on this trip to El Salvador, because that is where Blanquita grew up. I got the name of her town from my brother in-law and her maiden name just in case I would make it to said town. Oddly enough, we figured out that we had to pass through the town, Santiago de Maria, to get to Alegria, a town we planned on visiting from the start.

Alegria

We spent only an hour in Santiago de Maria, but it was more than enough time for me to befriend four young sisters in Parque Central and to find someone who said he knew Blanquita and her sisters. It is a bit hard to believe as they moved to the United States in the 1940’s. When I would come upon an old person I would ask if they lived there all their life and if they said, “Yes,” I would ask if they knew her. I would explain that her family owned a coffee farm, which is not uncommon as coffee is still grown as far as the eyes can see.

From First El Salva Pupusa

Blanquita, this pupusa’s for you!

SINGING ABOUT ALEGRIA

POOR RUNNING COW (but he was okay)

NO HONOR FOR LITTLE PERQUIN
We decided to go to the little town of Perquin because of its significant Civil War history. It was the former headquarters of the resistance, the FMLN, after all. It was the headquarters for the people who fought for 12 years against the U.S. backed El Salvadoran Right-Wing Military and oligarchy. Not an easy thing for a militia that included many kids to do, kids (Click on kids for more info). A lot of the people fighting the war were young, oh so young. The FMLN had to recruit anyone they could and they did. So many of these young people lost their lives for the fight and some lost their lives right there in Perquin.

But has the country, the government, the people, honored what these freedom fighters and the civilians in the area had to endure in the fight to have a voice? No, not entirely. Oh, yes, there is a big, now shabby, monument in San Salvador, but that is not where the FMLN headquarters were located.

The headquarters were in Perquin, a small unkempt, shabby, little town. We had been to a lot of tourist towns in El Salvador and they were clean, shiny and bright, but not poor little Perquin. Even though there was a couple of murals, there was also trash on the ground and a beat down, state of decay feel to the place.

Why has El Salvador forgotten about Perquin? Well, the people of Perquin have not forgotten what they went through, there are daily reminders. A rusted out jeep abandoned on the side of the road now over grown with fauna. A small museum at the headquarters building luring in the adventurous traveler here and there.

We went to the sad little museum and took our time looking at the photos of FMLN soldiers, dead and still alive, Anti USA posters (some printed by US organizations, one even had a 415 area code phone number), FMLN fundraising posters and arms of all size. A radio station, known as the “Voice of the Resistance” was preserved, exhibiting a chilling reminder of the peoples fight against another one of Reagan’s dirty cold war battles. You get the eerie feeling that their ghosts are still there, broadcasting news to their comrades. Beside the building, exhibited like a prize trophy, the downed helicopter that carried an El Salvadoran military commander who led the massacre on the nearby town of El Mozote. We hiked to the to top of Cerro Perquin where former lookouts were established and the decoy radio antenna that attracted the military commander was erected. Bomb holes litter the landscape. Trenches and caves are left as a reminder of the violent past.

I was very touched by this town. It saw the worst of the war, but it has not received the honor it deserves as one of the most significant historical sites for the FMLN. I won’t forget about Perquin. Jim and I talked and thought it could take as little as $5,000 U.S. dollars and sweat equity to spruce up the little town so the people of Perquin can hold their heads up high. A piddly amount compared to the 7 billion the United States poured into El Salvador to fight the ill-equiped freedom fighters. Maybe now, 29 years after their formation, that the FMLN holds the highest seats in government, things will change for Perquin. I hope.

Perquin

THE PICK-UP, CENTRAL AMERICA’S OTHER FORM OF TRANSPORTATION!
We woke at 4:22am one fine morning and decided to take the 6am bus instead of the 1pm bus that day. We readied ourselves, then out we went at 5:30am sharp to wait for the 6am bus to Marcala, Honduras. 6:00am passed, then 7:00 and when hit 7:30am I started to ask questions. After a couple of calls were made, we were told the bus was not coming, but we were still not sure. Getting the wrong info is the norm in Central America. We walked up to the one man police station and found out that the bus often does not show up, and fortunately a guy in the office offered us a lift in his pick-up down the hill to the highway.

So, instead of waiting in the sleepy little town of Perquin, we waited on a corner of the highway and a dirt road; the dusty turnoff to Honduras. Things looked as though we were going to be waiting a long long time as we sat on a log outside the corner pulperia. Jim chatted with one of the fellow waiting passengers and said we should all pitch in and hire a truck to take us. He chuckled in acknowledgement of the idea and yet was content to while away the day waiting for the afternoon bus that might not ever arrive. I think an hour had gone by when one of the waiting women asked if we wanted to share the cost of a ride. We told her we were in on her plan. She went off and found someone to drive us and the others over the border to Marcala, Honduras.

There were nine of us in on her plan, and we all grabbed our stuff and headed off in the direction of our new transportation, a rusted-out 1980’s hoopty Isuzu truck. Once they manually gassed up the old thing, we threw our belongings in the back and jumped in. Mom with baby got the front passenger’s seat. What Jim and I did not know was that this route across borders is a rutted dirt mountain road, which makes for a very bumpy ride. I sat next to two kids, David and Alexandra. David was chatty and he seemed to understand my Spanish very well, so we had a nice chat.

Jim and I were enjoying the ride in the fresh air and our border crossing back into Honduras was even easier than going into El Salvador. Matter of fact, no one but Jim got out of the truck to get checked! We thought after “the long wait for a bus that never came” business earlier, we were getting some luck on our side. But things don’t always go so smoothly.

As we crossed the border into Honduras the sky got darker with each passing kilometer, as the sun ducked behind the thick heavy clouds. It was getting a bit chilly for most in the truck, but Jim and I still enjoyed the fresh misty air. We were rudely smacked out of our pick up truck adventure dreamland when rain drops started to come down. Before it got too hard, the children were moved into the cab as well as a bunch of belongings. Our packs stayed in back with us. At first it was kind of fun, especially since we finally got to use our big ole’ Hondo super umbrellas, 3 huddled under mine and 3 under Jim’s. It was cozy and downright funny when one of the women could not stop laughing as she rolled back and forth loosing her balance with each bump and turn. We all joined in with her laughter. When the wind picked up as well as the rain, the laughter slowed. The umbrellas did not help as much as we needed.

Those of us sitting on the floor of the truck basically started to sit in a puddle of muddy water, those who tried to just squat got knocked around a lot by the bumps and deep ruts in the road. We tried to protect our packs from the rain by throwing a huge plastic bag over them, but that did not help the side that was sitting in the flooded truck bed.

I can’t complain, although my pants were completely soaked in the back, others were way worse. When we arrived in Marcala, we looked like refugees getting off a life raft from Cuba, and there was no ocean in sight aside from the pool in the back of our truck. We said our good-byes and off we went to find a hot shower and a bed to snuggle warmly in. Our anticipated 3 hour bus ride turned into a 6 hour, bumptity bump, wet, hoopty pick up truck experience, but we got there safe and sound.

Marcala

Yet another transportation extravaganza for Dawn and Jim. Will we miss these? I think so, in a sick and twisted kind of way.

WALL OF PAINTED OUT ANTI-COUP GRAFFITI ON THE JOINT USA & HONDURAS MILITARY BASE

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EL SALVADOR…PRICELESS

•November 14, 2009 • 1 Comment

I know this is old school, but I think you will enjoy it anyway!

Although I will be touching on some stories of our trip to El Salvador in this post, some are worthy of more detail which I will share with you in my next post.
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Bus ride from San Pedro Sula to Santa Rosa de Copan…… 80 Lempiras ($4.00)

Getting the scariest bus “losing-it’s-steering-on-mountain-roads-death-defying-praying-to-all gods-for-our-lives-literally-crying-roller-coaster-like-ride” experience…Priceless!
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BY THE WAY – PRICING IS PER PERSON!

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Taxi to the bus terminal in La Ceiba…20 Lempiras ($1.00)
Bus to San Pedro Sula…90 Lempiras ($4.50)
Bus to Santa Rosa de Copan…80 Lempiras ($4.00)
Hotel and Food in Santa Rosa de Copan…($22.50)
Bus to El Salvador Boarder…70 L ($3.50)
Bus to La Palma, El Salvador…$1.50
Total….$46.00

Eating a pupusa ($0.35) for the first time IN El Salvador (where they are from)…Priceless!

First El Salva Pupusa

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El Salvador using the American dollar as their money…not interesting at all.

Change actually being worth something again…Priceless!
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Hotel in La Palma…$10.00
Dinner in La Palma…$1.70 (2 pupusas with a beer)
Breakfast in La Palma…$3.70

Seeing one of the most colorful towns in all of Central America…Priceless!

The Colors of La Palma

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Having a 3 hour bus trip turn into 4.5 hours because we took the local bus instead of the the “directo”…1.5 extra hours of our time.

Seeing so many teeny tiny villages and passing out gum to the school kids on the bus…Priceless!

La Palma – Suchitoto Bus Ride

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Having beers at El Necio in Suchitoto…Around $5.00

Meeting Mario a local mason and ex-guerilla (and his boxer dog, Tasha) and hearing his stories of days gone by…Some sad, but definitely Priceless.

From 2009_10_24 – Suchitoto – Juayua

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On a bus from Apopa to Santa Ana seeing a young guy with make-up concealing his poor quality gang face tattoos “selling” Chiclets….Sad.

Finally realizing he wasn’t an ex-Marada like I thought, but a current one extorting the bus worker near where we were sitting…Scary as All Hell.
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Eight hours of bus rides to the Route of Flowers…4 bus changes and around $3.75.

Not seeing many flowers on the Route of Flowers but beautiful country none the less….“What the…?” kind of Priceless!
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Following a local “guide” into the jungle…Worrisome.

Seeing 4 wonderful waterfalls and a group baptism, and swimming in the fresh cold water…Outdoorsy Priceless!

Juayua Waterfall

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Meal in Juayua…a whopping $10.00!

Eating a whole grilled frog, a small string of sausages shaped like balls and experiencing Juayua’s Weekend Food Fest….Very much so Priceless!

Juayua Food Fest!

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Bus along the coast to small Beach town of El Tunco…50 Cents.

Jim pushing me and our bags off the back of the bus all of sudden when the bus stopped because there was a gang of 8 guys hanging about us…Exciting, but Not Priceless.

Emergency Bus Stop to El Tunco

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Getting a cheaper room in a nice hotel’s annex across the street in El Tunco…$20.00 (for both of us)

Having a beer while we cool off in the fancy pool at the nice hotel…Priceless.
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Going to a pacific coast beach…3 bus rides, surrounded by gang members and around $3.00

Seeing black sand and more rocks than anything else at the beach…Photo Opp Priceless for Dawn!

El Tunco

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Trying to find a small art museum on foot in a city where houses are locked down like prisons for safety…a bit disconcerting and $3.00 when we did find it.

Discovering Sorpresas…Priceless!

Sorpresas – San Salvador

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Having to hit 3 hotels to find one that has NOT raised their rates…a bit of a pain in the butt.

Looking through the collection of social welfare, leftist political and feminista books of the older owners…Priceless!
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Going a bit out of our way to see the little mountain coffee town of Santiago de Maria…1 hour.

Seeing a town that my brother in-law’s mother was from and actually meeting someone that knew her…Priceless!

Santiago de Maria

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Being told by a hotel owner to leave Alegria, the highest very cute town in El Salvador, because all the hotels were full…very annoying!

Having a drunk, but amiable, local guy find a cheap room for us right on the parque central and with a great garden and view…In Your Face Other Hotel Guy Priceless!

Alegria’s View

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Jim getting sick in the middle of lunch and sleeping the rest of the day and night in Alegria
…a bummer.

Dawn meeting a Australian couple to talk to while out having her fix of pupusas for dinner…Priceless, in a “Keeping Dawn from Going Stir Crazy in the Hotel Room and Bugging Jim” kind of way.
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Waking in the early, early morning to live bands belting out tunes and hustle and bustle noises around the hotelito…a Bit Put Off.

Finding out the production crew of El Salvador’s version of Good Morning America (Viva La Manana! – Long Live the Morning!) was staying in our hotelito, and that they were shooting the whole show in central park vive (Uh…LIVE)…Priceless in a Silly Star Struck (okay, Jim was not that impressed) Way!

Vive en la Manana!

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Looking forward to going to the small town, Perquin, that was the Headquarters of the FMLN during the Civil War…3 hot buses, our packs on our laps for 4 hours, and around $3.50.

Getting to the only not clean and kept up town we have seen in El Salvador and not being able to do a hike with an ex-guerilla guide because of thieves on the trails…Kind of Sad.
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Finding a event a decent place to sleep in Perquin…impossible.

Sharing a huge beer to help us sleep…Priceless!

From 2009_10_30 – Alegria – Perquin

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Wishing I could take a shower, but it was very cold and foggy outside where the cold water shower was located and there was a big spider in the shower room… too bad so sad.

Convincing Jim that there was hot water in the shower and then seeing his goose bump body when he came back from the shower… Priceless.

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Weezing and taking puffs of my inhaler throughout the night and finally deciding to get up at 4:22am because I couldn’t handle breathing any more mold in the room…not fun.

Deciding to take the 6am bus back to Honduras instead of the 1:30pm…more not fun.

Waiting for 3 hours for the 6:30am bus to arrive then hearing that it won’t be coming so we have to wait for the afternoon bus…triple not fun.

Coordinating with our fellow stranded bus passengers and arranging a ride in the back of an old hoopty pick-up with 9 other people and all their luggage on very rutted mountain dirt roads across the border that El Salvador still doesn’t recognize…Doing it Local Style Priceless!

From 2009_10_31 – Perquin – Marcala

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Lugging our beloved but huge and bulky Hondo super umbrellas all over El Salvador and not needing them once…awkward and inconvenient!

Getting caught in the rain, minutes after crossing the border back into Honduras, in the back of an old hoopty pick-up with 7 other people and all their luggage on very rutted mountain dirt roads with our huge and bulky Hondo super umbrellas…So Worth It Priceless…for everyone!

From 2009_10_31 – Perquin – Marcala
From 2009_10_31 – Perquin – Marcala

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Arriving to Marcala, Honduras drenched and muddy, looking life refugees (okay the umbrellas were not made to be used while in a moving vehicle)…funny.

Taking a hot shower…Priceless!
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Dawn getting what sickness Jim had the other day…bummer!

Jim going out and about to not bug Dawn and go stir crazy….Priceless!
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Long bus travel day…10 hours.

Sleeping in our own bed…Priceless!
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That’s it in a Priceless-like nutshell. Read the next blog for elaborations on some of our adventures mentioned above.
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JIM’S BIRTHDAY BLOG

•November 13, 2009 • 2 Comments
From Jim's Facial Hair – 2

Click on the above the Jim’s Facial Hair Experience Part II Album!

This day of Jim’s was quite celebratory and we would like to share, especially since last year, his big 40th was not the best day ever!

Jim’s day started with not getting started! He slept in while I went to do shopping not only for dinner that night, but for the week as well.  You see, Jim usually does all the shopping…so one of my small gifts to him was to shop! I was a bit concerned as I could not find the cake he wanted in 3 different places! Figured I would have to get one later.

Then when I returned from shopping I made him Egyptian Eyes for breakfast while I started to bake 9 dozen cookies. The cookies were for a little birthday party at Casa del Nino for Jim and okay, the boys as well!

We got to the Casa to find out they baked a cake for Jim too! And it was THE cake he wanted and a giant one at that…one to feed 40 people (us, the boys and the staff).  Before we had cake, cookies and soda we played a birthday game of pop the balloon! Jim and the boys had a blast!!!!!

View the album by clicking on this photo:

From Jim's B-day 2009

Then hot, hungry and thirsty we went inside for the goodies. Gustavo (El Director) said a few nice words to Jim before everyone sang Felize Cumpleanos to Jim.   He then blew out his one candle and then there were sweets for everyone!

From Jim's B-day 2009

I took lots of photos of the boys giving Jim their homemade birthday cards, and after then we had more balloon play!!!!

From Jim's B-day 2009

At home Jim relaxed mostly while Dawn prepared a dinner for four. We invited Jerome and Audrey over for dinner to help Jim celebrate his 41st year alive! Jim wanted ceviche, so instead of using another kind of fish, I wanted the best fist for ceviche this time, Red Snapper. I bought a whole one fresh off a cart in the market that morning, already gutted, but it was not filleted.   Like I know how to filet a fish!!! So, I did have to ask Jim to do one thing for the meal…filet the fish. Um, I do not think Jim knows how to filet as well. But seeing we only needed chunks, bits and pieces…it worked out fine!!!!

With Ceviche ready and chillin’ in the fridge our guests arrived ready for a birthday cocktail.  So, appetizers and cocktails were served while I finished preparing the main course.  My famous and first ever attempted in Honduras Roasted Chicken, Potatoes, Carrots and Onion dish. Not anything fancy, but easy! Jim is the fancy schmancy meal chef in this family!

From Jim's B-day 2009

A good time was had by all and for dessert we had left over cookies and grapefruit candies!

From Jim's B-day 2009

But wait…Jim’s birthday celebrating was not done yet. Three days later he left for Roatan on his own to meet up with his old high school friend Chris. Who knows what they got into there, but I know a lot of talking and drinking was done!

Jim' Birthday Roatan Trip-1

And then 2 days after the boys were on their own living it up in Roatan, I showed up as well as another old school chum of Jim’s, Robert, and his girlfriend Elia.

Jim's Birthday Roatan Trip – 2

Although the weather was not the best…we all had a good time helping Jim welcome in his 41st year!

HAPPY 10 DAYS AFTER YOUR BIRTHDAY MI AMOR!

From Jim's B-day 2009

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THINGS WE WON’T MISS ABOUT HONDURAS

•November 1, 2009 • 2 Comments

I previously wrote about things we will never tire of here and there are many, but seeing that we are getting closer and closer to the day we have to leave Honduras, we need to remind ourselves of the not so great things to make our parting maybe a bit more easy.

Mind you we would do it again, with bits changed here and there though.

The following list is of the things that bother us most about Honduras and about our stay here. First, I need to say, Honduras will always hold a special place in our hearts and we will be sure to visit regularly in the future.

– The intense mix of heat and humidity.
Jim and Dawn trying to cool off! : o )

From Beautiful Honduras

– The corruption…everywhere; government, politics, business, law enforcement, religion, non-profits, and so on.

– Raw sewage in the street running into the rivers and sea.

– Intoxicating smell of burning trash.

– People throwing out garbage as they walk down the street, out car and bus windows, and off the sides of boats.

From Won't Miss About Honduras

– The shoddy law enforcement system.

– THE COUP! We could go on forever on just this one alone!

– The deep rooted belief that God alone has control over everything (Si Dios Quiere), which makes most people less empowered to take control of their own lives.

From Won't Miss About Honduras

– The polarization of the people by the government, media and the churches.

– The demeaning way lower class and indigenous people are referred to and treated.

– That recycling is basically unknown to most here, except the people living at the dump subsisting on it.

This man was squatting on some land and decided not to move after the land became a dump and now he recycles to make some money!

From Won't Miss About Honduras

– The lack of freedom of speech.

– That the government basically does nothing to help children.

Children selling corn husk dolls in a small village above Copan. They do not go to school and live in what we would consider to be hovels, but at least on some days when a visitor or two comes into the village they can make a buck.

From Won't Miss About Honduras

– That Jim and I experienced a new “hump” in our relationship which we still continue to work on.

– That teachers strike all the time because of not getting paid by the government which in turn just hurts the kids.

– The lack of international dining options.

– Dawn feeling less feminine because of the way she dresses here to keep the male comments and whistles down.

This photo is embarrassing, but true.

From Won't Miss About Honduras

– Using make-up is useless as it just melts off anyway.

– That most people live in the “now” without much vision for the future.

– The lack of vegetables in the daily diet.
The Baleada, one of the mainstays of the Honduran diet. Not a vegetable in site!

From 2009-02-12 The Art of Baleadas

– That everything is fried and heavily salted.

– That Jim has not been as full-filled in his engineering volunteer work as he wanted because the lack of follow through in some programs.

– Criminal behavior such as extortion, kidnappings, drugs, and violence is tolerated and rarely brought to justice.

– People cutting to the front of the line as if a line doesn’t exist.

– Gunshots are a very familiar sound in daily life.
Gun lockers are a familiar site outside all banks and most nice restaurants and bars.

From 2009 – Feb. Taxis and Gun Lockers

– That a taxi driver will have religious paraphernalia all over their car and yet try to rip you off.

From Won't Miss About Honduras

– That the streets will flood when it rains because of all the trash people have thrown in the street and then they blame the municipality for the problem or better yet blame people that throw toilet paper down the toilet instead of in the trash can next to the toilet. Ask yourself what goes down the drain better: 1) the daily newspaper; 2) an old t-shirt; 3) banana leaves; 4) a magazine; 5) toilet paper?

Not to mention what they put in the sewage manholes on the streets!

From Won't Miss About Honduras

– Starving sick street dogs.

From Won't Miss About Honduras

– That the beach is only a few blocks away but the water is too polluted to go swimming there.

– That La Ceiba is the promoted as the “party capital” of Honduras but it is only busy two weeks per year and dead the other 50.

– That La Ceiba is promoted as the “eco-tourism” center of Honduras but it is an ecological disaster and has very little information and infrastructure to support tourism.

– That Jim’s love of pirates would drive Dawn batty!

From Bird Peeps of Honduras
From 2009_04_22

– That people will lie to you saying it is the normal price when in reality it is only the normal inflated price that gets quoted to foreigners.

– That we did not live as simply as Dawn thought we would.

– That we have not become fluent in Spanish.

– The dust and smoke in the air making our problems with asthma worse.

The lack of appreciation for volunteers.

– The fact that we generally do not trust people as much as we when we first came here.

Even with all this said, we do love Honduras!

From Honduran Sunsets for Austin and Turner

The good and the bad things are what have made this experience so wonderful. Learning about this country, past and present, has been very eye opening. We even learned a lot more about our own country in the process, not good stuff at that. We will cherish Honduras and its people forever. When the time comes in a month we will not say, “Good-bye,” to Honduras, “our boys” or our friends, only, “See you later!”

And be sure to keep reading this blog as 1) We have not left yet, and 2) I, Dawn, will be introducing a new venture that will keep me close to Honduras forever. And I am sure there will be lots of adventures in New York City for us to share!
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BREAKING EYE WITNESS NEWS

•October 20, 2009 • 4 Comments

Honduras Style…

Meaning the crime I an going to tell you about right now was probably not reported to the police, much less the local news stations. Matter of fact, it might have been the police involved in what looked like a crime to us. Since we are crack (not on crack – quick on the move) reporters and photojournalists, you and only you are getting the exclusive story on today’s Mid-Day Showdown in Barrio Potreritos!

From 2009_10_19

Picture this, I am happily sorting through recyclables, preparing for a Recycle-bots craft project, and Jim is diligently applying for a job online. Then all of a sudden, piercing explosions came through the somewhat silence “Blam blam blamblamblam blam blam blam!” I jump up and look out the window to see two women running towards our apartment and say, “Jim I think those were gunshots!” You see, the locals favor a type of firework that sounds very similar to a gunshot, sometimes we are not sure which is which. This time it was easy to figure out as I saw two men a block away with guns pointing at a SUV. Jim is next to me by now. We are looking through our dirty glass louver windows and screen to see what is going on and as soon I see a body on the ground I start to freak out. In my panic state, I decide to call our neighbor while Jim yells for me to get the camera. I grab the phone and Jim grabs the camera. I am telling my neighbor, in that shaky scared 911 voice, what we are seeing as it is happening while Jim is photographing it.

Gunman #1

From Shooting Oct-19

We are not sure exactly what happened, but at least two guys starting shooting their guns. We are not sure if they shot at the car, into the air, or at people, all I saw was two guys with masks over their faces with guns. One was holding his gun at a guy on the ground who I thought was dead, but now I think after looking at the photos he was not.

Man Laying on the Ground, Gunman #1, and on the Left Gunman #2

From Shooting Oct-19
From Shooting Oct-19

They did not seem to be in a hurry, which was odd, but nothing gets done quick here in Honduras. I did see them open the back of the SUV and then one of the masked guys got into the driver’s seat and took off, but I do not know what happened to the guy on the ground. We are not sure if he got up after the others drove away, ran as soon as he could, or got back into the car, but we are glad to report there was no bloody body left after-wards.

Gunman #2 Going towards the Driver’s Seat

From Shooting Oct-19

I am thinking it might have been a kidnapping, carjacking, or maybe some undercover (masked) cops getting some work done, or who knows it could have even been mercenaries hired by the de facto government to get rid of another Revolutionista. We will probably never know, as I can see from around our hood, we should probably not be going around asking questions. I need to let it go, as life always goes on in the Wild West, er, I mean, Honduras!
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WHY SOCCER WILL NEVER BE BIG IN THE U.S.

•October 19, 2009 • 1 Comment

Because the U.S. has not gone to war over a game before!

The Soccer War of 1969 between El Salvador and Honduras is proof how important soccer is to these countries. It was a 4 day / 100 hour war brought on by already tense immigration/political issues between the two countries. During the second round of a World Cup qualifier game between the two countries a riot started. One thing lead to another and El Salvador launched a military attack against Honduras!

Tranquilo people, it is just a game!

But that is the problem. It is not just a game to people in Honduras. It is a chance to be the winners for once. It is a chance to be on top! It is a chance for the rest of the world to take a look at little ole’ Honduras! It is hope! Soccer is Honduras’ Obama.

Even in this time of political upheaval people will come together for a national futbol game!

HON – DUR – AS! HON – DUR – AS! HON – DUR – AS!

It doesn’t matter if you are for Zelaya, Micheletti, if you are rich, poor, male, female, old or young. Everyone in the country wants one thing. And that is for Honduras to win! The U.S. does not have anything close to the same enthusiasm, even for the Olympics! It is amazing to experience a national futbol game here in Honduras! And I am not even talking about being at the big Stadium in San Pedro Sula.

On the day of a game a large portion of the population wears their blue and white team shirt. TVs come out to the front of the house, tables and people gather around on the street for “block parties” to watch the games together. Restaurants and bars are standing room only. Parties are being held in private homes all over the country and if there is no TV, there is the radio. Someone in the small villages will have at least a radio and people will come together to listen to the game.

I found this on a Honduras Blog regarding a game between Honduras and El Salvador earlier in 2009. “There is no other important news today in Honduras and El Salvador because of tonight’s game. No politics, no crime, no economics, nothing.”

Yes, folks, soccer IS that important.

And mind you, soccer is the ONLY sport in Honduras as well. No futbol Americano, no baseball, no hockey, and no basketball. Even the smallest villages that we have been to have a soccer field, even if it is built on a slope with ravines on the sides. When you have so many people focusing on one sport in a nation, you can see why it is that important.

After the disappointing loss to big bag U. S. of A. on Saturday 10/10/09 qualifying the Estados Unidos for the World Cup, I thought Hondurans would be discouraged for the El Salvador game 4 days later.

OUR PHOTOS FROM THE USA VS HONDURAS GAME!

Honduras VS USA – OCT 09

It did not, because Honduras still had a chance! They still had a chance to qualify for the World Cup, which would be the first time since 1982! Honduras had to win against El Salvador. And also, Costa Rico had to lose to the U.S.A.

To be truthful the Honduras vs El Salvador game was boring for the first half and in the second half, Honduras scores!

Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool!

Then one of the small TVs at Expats was changed over to the Costa Rica vs USA game.
Ai Ai Ai, USA was losing 0 – 2! At some point in the second half the USA scored, but that was not good enough. Going back and forth between the two games was stressful…making sure El Salvador did not score a point and wanting USA to score two points. Both games were being played at the same time with the clocks ticking by in sync. This further heightened the tension as both games were in their final minutes.

Expats – World Cup Qualifier Night!

During the final 5 minutes people gathered closer in front of the small TV broadcasting the Costa Rica vs USA game crowding around us as we were right under that TV! At the time we thought USA had to win to the game, but they just needed to tie for Honduras to displace Costa Rica in the rankings and gain World Cup Entry! So we were not too sure that Honduras would be going to South Africa in 2010, but with only a minute left in the game U.S.A. came through, uh finally, for Honduras and scored, tying the game!

Mayhem broke out!

Our photo view of the Street Party/Parade Afterwards:

On the Street After World Cup Qualifying Games

Just to experience a National win in Honduras would probably make you realize that you have never really experienced what it really means to be a fan. After a National win Hondurans take to the streets, in their cars, on their cars, 3-4 people and maybe their pet to a scooter, bicycles, buses, motorcycles and on their feet! They yell, scream and holler in shear overwhelming happiness. They wave flags, blue or white towels are swirling in circles, and they yell some more. Then the water comes out, people in one car splashing the other, people on the sides of the road armed with buckets to surprise innocent revelers, people in hotel rooms and buildings throwing bucket-fulls from second floor balconies. It is a free for all, everyone happy, getting along and doing no wrong. After 2-3 hours of this deep to the bone happiness, the crowds settle down and wander back home quietly without force or being told to do so.

THE PARADE!

THE PEOPLE!

THE WET!


DAWN JOINS IN!

So, this is why I will always cheer for Honduras or for some other small under dog country in the World Cup. The U.S. is big, has money, has all kinds of sports championships, and it is a world leader…give the smaller countries a chance at least once in awhile! Their enthusiasm and joy for this sport far exceeds anything you will see in the U.S.A.!

DAWN SINGS, “OLE OLE OLE!”

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JIM’S HONDO HAIR!

•October 10, 2009 • 4 Comments

The hair on his face that is!

When I first met Jim he had a full beard, mustache, the whole nine yards…not attractive. Next time you see him ask him to show you his driver’s license if you have not see him at this hairy stage of his life.

But the night we really hit is off he had cut it down and you could actually see his cute dimples. Looking at the facial hair chart below, it was the Short Boxed Beard, very short. When we started dating more I told him I do not really like beards much, so one day he showed up at my door beard-free with just a soul patch. Looooved it!

From Jim's Honduran Facial Hair

And his facial hair had been that way ever since. Well….until the last couple of months in Honduras!

First he started to grow back to the Short Boxed Beard:

From Jim's Honduran Facial Hair

He succeeded in the full, but short Short Boxed Beard:

From Jim's Honduran Facial Hair

Then he just went crazy! Here is Jim’s Friendly Muttonchops!

From Jim's Honduran Facial Hair

Since it is hot in Honduras, he wanted to shave even more off of his face and he ended up with the Fu Manchu!

From Jim's Honduran Facial Hair

And he could not stop there! Here is his Zappa!

From Jim's Honduran Facial Hair

Once bored of the Zappa, he saved his ‘stache down to the Chevron and left his soul patch. I couldn’t find name for this combo, so from this day forward we shall call it the Jim’s Hondo!

From Jim's Honduran Facial Hair

Please reference this Beard Chart for any facial hair styles you have not heard of before.

What will Jim do next? The Copstache Standard? The Pencil? Or will he just got back to the solo soul patch? Stay tuned for I will update this post with what Jim and his facial hair is up as it changes!

And now since we are on weird body things, I have told you about my fingernails? They grow like the dickens here. So fast and so strong! I have never had to cut all my fingernails just because they were just too long as they normally crack, piel or break fast. But take a look for yourself at my prized long nails! Not as exciting and fun as Jim’s facial hair changes, but something that has happened in Honduras for me.

From My Long-Ass Fingernails
From My Long-Ass Fingernails

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THE COUP CRACKS ME UP!

•October 6, 2009 • Leave a Comment

The funny side of the Coup.

Not funny Ha Ha, but funny weird. Actually, not really funny at all, mostly just sad.

Below is a list of ironic, idiotic, manipulative, unexplainable, and just plain old funny things we have noticed, heard, experienced, read, or seen about the coup and subsequent political crisis here in Honduras.

From Austin and Turner Experienced…

– Micheletti ousted Zelaya for breaking the constitution, but then himself breaks the people’s basic civil rights of the constitution.

– Zelaya actually went ahead with a process the congress and Supreme Court had turned down.

– Zelaya bought people donkeys for their vote.

– Shortly after Zelaya was ousted Micheletti said he was open to Zelaya returning, but then also said business leaders objected to it.

– The military said it was impossible for them to work with Zelaya because of their training and his move toward leftist government policies.

– Zelaya was accused of giving money and paying for transportation for his supporters to rallies

– Private and public employees have reported being forced by their employers to march in pro-Micheletti rallies.

– Micheletti is saying that he is just trying to keep the peace and tranquility until the DEMOCRATIC election, but took away the democratic right to personal freedom, freedom of speech, freedom of association, freedom of movement and right to due process during the campaign period leading up to the election.

– A road block of just rocks strewn across a highway kept people from driving through a rally in support of Zelaya, and mind you it was extremely peaceful as people were walking, bicycling and driving their motorcycles through with no problem at all. Our 16 year old nephew photographed it, it was that safe.

– President Micheletti is blaming the violence on the protesters in the streets, the ones that did not pick up rocks (rocks I say) until they were bombarded with tear gas, rubber bullets and sound weaponry.

– Zelaya pushed forward for a constitutional assembly to revise the constitution that would start their work the same day he would be voted out of office.

– Micheletti has insisted that what happened was not a coup and was quoted in the Washington Post that “Coups do not follow freedom of assembly… they do not guarantee freedom of the press, much less a respect for human rights… in Honduras these freedoms remain intact and vibrant.”

– The first curfew after Zelaya returned was announced 30 minutes before it was to go into effect nationwide, it was revised several times ultimately lasting for 42 hours.

– The curfew that Micheletti put into place is not only hurting the poor but the business owners that support him as well.

– Enrique Ortez who called President Obama “ese negrito que no sabe nada de nada” (that little black man who knows nothing) was re-assigned following these and other remarks from his position as Foreign Minister to the Minister of Justice. Justice?

– Following reassignment, Ortez told interviewers “I have negotiated with queers, prostitutes, leftists, blacks, whites. This is my job, I studied for it. I am not radically prejudiced. I like the little black sugar plantation worker who is President of the United States.”

– PR firm with close personal and working ties to the Clintons is hired by pro-coup business leaders to spin PR and lobby US government.

– Numerous people have been injured, killed or disappeared since the coup and all have been treated by the de-facto government and pro-coup media with disrespect by initially blaming the victims or opposition for the crimes even though international observers haven proven otherwise.

– Micheletti must be reading the George W. Bush dirty tricks playbook, doing crazy ass things that is starting to piss off the people that were supporting him.

– Micheletti was interviewed on Fox News in a Hawaiian shirt with tropical plants and beach in the background saying what a quiet, peaceful country Honduras is and then a couple days later has the military firing tear gas, rubber bullets, and beating people with batons in the Capitol.

– Micheletti said he would talk to anyone anytime regarding coming to a solution, but then immediately shut down all airports and borders so no one could get in.

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– Micheletti then invited the OAS but then kicked them out when they arrived and then said only certain OAS members that he selects would be allowed to assist.

– Some of the darkest characters in Honduras’ history have been resurfacing in the past few months, a former death squad commander who is now an advisor to Micheletti, former ambassadors that were instrumental in the Contra – Sandinista war and that were associated with the Iran Contra affair, and others that were instrumental in the coups in Venezuela, Haiti and other countries as well.

– Micheletti and the media have been relentless at accusing Chavez for suppressing his people’s rights and interfering with Honduras and yet the Micheletti administration has been far more successful on their own at suppressing the people’s rights and silencing the opposition media.

– The Honduran national anthem was blasted at the Brazilian Embassy after Zelaya snuck back into the country.

– Zelaya’s cowboy hat and mustache (sorry, I just had to add that).

– The size of Zelaya’s balls for coming back into Honduras.

– That some people believe they are on the side of peace when supporting Micheletti.

– That the curfew got lifted just in time for a pro-Micheletti rally in Tegucigalpa then reimposed shortly after it finished.

– Can anyone say, Dictatorship?

– While most all Ambassadors left Honduras, the Ambassador of the United States has stayed, but even though his country does not recognize the current government.

– Rallies in support of Micheletti are usually plastered daily all over the nation’s papers, but none were seen on the first day of constitutional rights suspension.

– One of the constitutional rights that was suspended was the right to complain, criticize, critique, disapprove and gripe about the government without prior approval from said government.

– Two leaders of the Zelayistas (those who support Zelaya) were murdered just last week after Micheletti suspended civil rights to bring peace and tranquility.

– Media outlets (2 radio stations and 1 TV station) that spoke up against the government were shut down.

– The USA has had its hand in Honduras for almost forever and now they decide to take a back seat. Or are they?

– People are blaming Zelaya for the curfew and constitutional rights, when in fact Micheletti issued them.

– U.S. Republican Representative Schock ordered a study to be done on the legality of the Honduran Coup. Study found there was No coup.

– Report Armando Sarmiento, former Director of the Honduran equivalent of the IRS (as well as other academics), de-bunks Schock’s study giving it a “Grade D- because of flawed research from the Law Library of the Library of Congress,” as well as “US Congressional Research Service missed crucial Honduran Supreme Court Ruling.”

– Those accused of murder in Honduras get a trial, but Zelaya who was not doing anything physically harmful to anyone did not?

We are neither confirming nor denying if any of these are true or false. We are just spewing more coup crap, like the rest of the media around the world. If you can’t beat’em, laugh at ‘em, as sad as they are!

NOTE: Dawn originally wrote this in her usual light hearted fashion maybe leaning towards one side, but her Editor/Husband put in his 25 cents making it now twice as long, bending all the way to one side, and much more serious….albeit still interesting and funny at times.

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