Ben Anson

One minute I was holding the door open for her, receiving a lovely smile and cheery thank you very much young man, and the next…

Where I live, there also reside a father and son from Nicaragua, within the hostel/apartment building in which the three of us rent rooms.

I smiled as the San Pedro Sula taxi driver regaled his experiences. Nobody captures life better than a life-battered Honduran.

“Christ, all that people have done today is complain to me about their country”. I said it out loud, as if addressing a group. Sin embargo,,,

I was standing quite recently under the shower when I gasped slightly and realized that “Honduras was beginning to bore me.”

ETA derailed the Caribbean sector of Honduras last week. Scores lost everything: Houses gone. Many dead or missing. Now here comes Iota…

Ben Anson moved from the Caribbean coast of Honduras to the mountainous highlands of Copan. He explains why, and tells his initial insights.

Ladies and gentlemen, Honduras is in such a state that I am for the first time – rather worried about my situation here.

It had been an invitation that one had been ‘putting off’. Being British, I suffer from our peculiar, innate fear of offending.