The Absence of Wildlife
Everywhere you go in Copan town you will come across references to the great Jaguars, the highly respected felines of the ancient Maya.
Everywhere you go in Copan town you will come across references to the great Jaguars, the highly respected felines of the ancient Maya.
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.
I find great inspiration and solace in the poetical bars of Tupac Shakur, the exploits of Zulu tribesmen, Haitian independence fighters and the Black Panthers.
From his balcony my neighbor said: “I got some good news bro! We’re going to go and speak to that lady about getting your work permit”.
A ‘trap house’, is a term coined by the millennial generation, which simply refers to a place in which illegal narcotics arrive and are sold from.
I am frequently contacted by fellow Brits whom I’ve been acquainted with as they perhaps see me as some sort of ‘go to person’ on anything Honduras related.
I would like to share something, which I feel, is something of a positive – if we can derive any positives from the situation.
I have expressed recent frustration at hearing Hondurans bad-mouth their nation. It does get ever so tedious.