Remembering Honduras

Not long after being on assignment in Roatan, JD Milazzo and I returned to Honduras. This time, to Trujillo. While the trip to Roatan went off without so much as a thread out of place, the trip to Trujillo was one unpredictable moment after another. Before it was over, I would crack my ribs as a result of a fall near a waterfall on a nameless river. My first thought as I lay on my back, feeling the pain rush up my spin, was that, no matter how much pain I suffered, I had to get out. There was no other option. JD was with me, and I knew that, together, we would figure out how to get back safely. Well, my ribs not withstanding.

Another nyght, we went to dinner with our client. At dinner, he got a bit, well, intoxicated. When we left the restaurant, our car had a flat tire. What followed was nothing short of hysterical. Our client was too drunk to speak Spanish well enough to communicate with the people who showed up to help us, and, neither JD nor I speak a word of Spanish. A local bus driver, named Marco Polo, of course, was able to bridge the gap between us and people from the viallge. Eventually. we got the tire replaced and headed to the hotel.

These videos are from that trip. Oh, before I forget, save for the bridges built by American AID, there were no bridges along the way from Trujillo to the river. There is only a slab of concrete on the river bottom. At one point, the concrete slab had wasted away. What happened next was hysterical. I never got the sand our of my cargo pants – not till we got home any way. So, when you watch the middle video keep that in mind.

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