crystal clear caribbean
In many ways Honduras has been a country of first times (in just a week or two). It has been quite an adventure altogether. As in all CA4 countries (Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras and Nicaragua), people keep warning us of perils and dangers, road blocks and wicked people and whatnot. What we experienced in Honduras was, of course, just the opposite. Well… Almost.
We entered the country at the night of the football match when Hondureños confirmed their ticket to the Mundial. At that point we had no idea we’re at the world’s murder capital, San Pedro Sula. So we were carelessly sipping beers in an improvised bar at a car-repairman’s shack. We were joined by some officials, police, I’m not sure, but some of those guys with big guns. Then those same guys fired those big guns, into the air, next to my ear. I was born in a country at a start of a war but this was the first time I had my ear slightly deafened. More guns came later.
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