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I try to keep up on the latest technology, because life is deserving of enhancements. Having cash and the ability to buy gadgets and experience communications media is all good. You listening to that iPod is not good. I'm so sorry, but if I see another person listening to their iPod in public, I'm going to get violent.

ipod art
I will pull the plug


Twice lately I have seen iPod abuse so disturbing, that we Walkman users of the 1960's can hardly conceive it.

Number one, most heinous offence, listening to the iPod in class. I teach ESL at a private University. Most of my students have more spending cash than I do, and more than half have iPods.

Don't ask me how I would know, because God knows every living student should be entrhalled by my current discussion of "Count" and "Non-count nouns." But there is a small percentage of my ESL class who are perfectly fluent in English. I understand that they are sometimes bored. But if you pull out the earbuds in my class, then you had better be listening to Mozart or the White Album, or something equally inspiring. Because I'm sorely tempted to rip those earbuds out of your ears. Do you think that I don't have better things to listen to than myself, drone on about business correspondence? I would also like to listen to some tunes, but instead, I'm standing on a raised platform in semi-casual trying to transmit my knowledge. Record my lecture and play that back on your iPod.

The second most heinous iPod infraction -- no make that the first. Above students listening to Daddy Yankee in my class. Travelers with their iPods.

I saw a couple in the supermarket the other day. They were sticking out . . . this is Latin America, conservative tropical, and lots of hispanics, and these were two young blond scraggly looking kids, what we would kindly call "Backpackers." Late 20's. God knows, they might have been on the road for many months and this whole thing is boring now, but these two (european or North American, dare i say Gringos), were obviously not from here.

Being not from here myself, I noticed, also being behind them in the check out line of the supermarket.

Let's call him Franz, the European Boy, had his iPod and his earbuds firmly connected to both of his auricular receivers. Mitzi, the girl, was doing the shopping. She would occassionally make a comment to Franz, in some European language, that was, presumably, about the shopping.

Franz would then remove one earbud and ask her to repeat what she just said. And she would do that. It did not seem to bother the girl at all that this man was listening to his iPod while she was shopping in the third world. She would patiently repeat her observations after Franz was able to stop listening to tunes for her.

Now see, this is the reason I would never be invited to travel anywhere, with anyone, and more than one man has called me insuffereable. But, if you are anywhere with me in Central America, listening to iPod while I'm trying to talk, the next time to remove that earbud, you will hear a litany of your worst and most vile sins and bodily functions, described in detail and disfavorably to anyone within earshot.

Long story short, if you have so much great music on your iPod that you can't stop listening even while you're traveling, you should stay in Europe.
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You can't have any more plastic.

January 3rd 2009 03:19
If you consider that plastic is a man made product based on petroleum, you soon realize that we owe more to the dinosaurs than just our ability to zip around in snazzy vehicles. Some very vital pieces of human life come from plastics today, which means they come from petroleum.

So when you are laying on the operating table with your chest open waiting for your heart transplant, how are you going to feel if your doctor leans down and says, "Sorry but we don't have the proper medical equipment, because you used all those throw away plastic t bags all those years."

It's going to suck pretty bad when we actually have solar-powered cars, but we still don't have enough plastic to make a decent set of tupperware, because we are clogging up entire ecosystems with a plastic bag for every purchase.

So here are ten reasons why YOU can stop using plastic bags now, never mind in 2009.

1. Your groceries deserve better. Have you seen what a PET plastic bag does to your bread and fruit? Cradle your foodstuffs in something nicer.

Mmmmm, tough reusable bags


2. Even two times is not enough for a plastic bag. "But I recycle mine, I use them for trash." Yeah, well so do I, and there is not enough trash in the world to fill all the bags we have. Tie a string around your finger, and every time you throw a plastic bag into the trash without reusing it at least once, smash your hand with a hammer. Then come tell me you recycle your bags.

3. Future archaeologists will wonder why we worshipped baby shit so much that we wrapped it in plastic, not once (diaper), not twice (diaper genie), but three times (discarded grocery bag) before throwing it into a landfill.

4. Resusable bags can carry a variety of messages, including, my bread is better than yours, and I contribute more to the well being of the earth.


Buy a Paper or Plastic? Neither- Shopping Bag and save your environment

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A toast to the Sign Guys

November 21st 2008 04:04
Tatascan, Honduran grain alcohol


A toast to the Sign Guys.

There is a small shack on the vacant lot across the street from me. It is a small business, they make signs (the big sign out front says ROTULOS). They also paint numbers onto taxis, and signs onto the sides of produce trucks, buses, etc.

This was an existing feature when I moved into my rental house, so it is someone else's property values not mine. They greeted me as I was moving in, and said "Welcome to the neighborhood, we will watch out for you, no worries." Thanks I said.

I don't jump up and try to make friends with everyone I meet, but the people who are going to be sitting across from your house, it's a given that you will have contact. It didn't take me long to notice a few things about the sign guys. First and foremost, they drink a lot. Not a problem for me, I like to drink too! But I do have my reservations about five grown me who sit in a shack all day drinking.

Plus, they drink grain alcohol. Tatascan, Honduran grain alcohol. This stuff is hot and potent. I first recognized it the day that the drunkest one came into my yard to help lift the heavy cement lid off my cistern. I noticed that he was trembling a bit, and had been drunk the day before, but he didn't smell like alcohol, so . . . . white lightning, grain alcohol, distilled without flavor or aroma.

That said, they also make a lot of signs, and they get a lot of taxis numbered. I see them work a lot, but I see them drink more. And they always have a big gregarious greeting for me when I get home.

Chochee is the owner. He is about 50, and he runs the shop and makes the money. There are several other cast members at the sign shop -- one 30 year old who is totally drunk about half the time, and one 50 year old who is "pickled" as we would say in Kansas, and is usually drunk, and never totally sober. Then there is also another guy who fixes bikes, his name is Mario and he is sober and functional nearly always, but of course he drinks a lot of alcohol.

There are other people around sometimes, clients and other visitors, who join in the card games and the drinking. So, it's a pretty wild crowd in general, and no one needs to tell me to not hang out with the sign guys. People do tell me all the time though. My landlord said, "Don't be letting those guys in here." Mario the bike guy himself says, don't hang out with these guys or let them in your house. (himself excluded of course, he would love a few invitations)

All I can say to that is, well duh!! First and foremost, you can't talk to drunks so what's the point? And you can't let em in your house for sure!

But all in all, I'm glad they are there. They are some of the best neighbors I've had in a long time. They aren't going to let anything happen while they are there. It's like built in security guards. And although I can't be sure it wasn't one of them (or one of their buddies) who stole stuff from my house in two break-ins, my gut instinct is that it sure wasn't one of the main employees.

Once, the drunkest one borrowed a dollar off of me and never paid me back. Another time, one of them got killed by gang members, and they wanted to name my dog after him. Sometimes they paint signs on my sidewalk (ok) and sometimes they pass out there drunk (mmmm, not ok).

Recently, I had a stretch of poverty. I am self employed, and the down times in freelance are a killer. I was waiting on some payments, which is better. But my cash flow was very, very limited. As would happen, lloviendo sobre mojado, my bike got stolen. This is the absolute straw that breaks the camel's back, when I try to economize by riding a bicycle to work, and my bike gets stolen.

So, I know that somebody owes me money, I can get a new bike. But until then I still have to get to my job daily, for our daily bread.

The sign guys have always said to me, "We are here, if you ever need anything." Mario in particular thinks I'm totally special and would do anything within his power to help.

So for at least three weeks, I've been taking the sign guys at their word. And in the tradition of Armageddon Gourmet, I know that in hard times it is your neighbors who will help you through.

So for three weeks I was borrowing a bike from the sign guys, to ride to my univ. classes, 4-6 pm daily.

Mario is of course the most amenable. "I will help you in any way I can," which to me means, I'm borrowing your bike from 4-6 daily and saturdays for my classes.

Chochee is a little more grumpy, and he likes to remind me that his soap opera starts at 6 pm, and could I please be back before then. Chochee, luck would have it, has the best bike. His bike is "girl style" (which I prefer, because I am going to work and like to wear my skirts) and his bike also has coaster brakes, very nostalgic.

Mario's bike is fine as well, a bit too tall, and boy style, but I can handle it, as opposed to losing my job at the Univ or taking taxis with cash. Plus Mario would never get mad at me for giving it back too late. Maybe one other time, I borrowed a bike from one of the lesser sign guys. There are six parked there most days.

And those guys are just getting drunk anyway or getting drunk and playing cards! And I bought a sign, and lent 20 Lps., and always lend my microwave for heating lunch, and pay for bike services, and am good for small loans up to $3 if I think I might get paid back. The least they can do is lend me a bike.

It's a particularly humiliating experience to ride a borrowed bike to school. But they are ny neighbors.

Once, during the low point of my dry spell of money, Chochee called out to me. "Gringecho!"

That is another story. They call me Gringecho. Everyone else has always called me Gringita, or gringa, or by my name. Chochee says, he "can't call me gringita" which I assume means that he can't use the diminunitive, or I'm just too old, something like that. So they call me Gringecho. Sounds like an insult to me, but clearly they are in agreement that it is the most correct.

Anyway, one day, Chochee calls out to me, "Gringecho."

"Hey chochee," I say, "How's the sign business, what's up today?" Greeting him very cordially, since of course, I want his bike later.

"Gringecho," he says, plainly drunk, "I have something for you. You like Bacardi?" At that point, I looked down, and notice that Chochee had not only a bottle of Bacardi, but also an Absolut vodka and some Bombay Gin.

"Chochee, what the hell are you doing man?" I said. "You drink Tatascan, what is this stuff?"

"We won the Chica," he said, the "small" lottery. I know that the small lottery pays about $40 for a win, and Chochee is surrounded by $50 worth of alcohol, which is perfect "sign guy math."

"I'm giving you this bottle of Bacardi." On the off side, the bottle was 85% empty, and warm, and had probably been sitting on the floor of a dirt shack all night, being sucked on by sign guys. On the on side . . . I had not tasted alcohol in over 2 weeks due to depression-like financial conditions, and the fact that eggs and milk and bread are $2 a pop, and between payments and all.

"Thanks Chochee," I said, taking the bottle and walking back across to my house. "Ay, gringecho." he said.

I waved at him all day. The little gift giving ceremony was at 9:00 am, and he mentioned it several times during the day, as I passed on my way to run errands. "You drinking Bacardi Gringecho?"

"No Chochee," I told him, "I'm saving it for later, but I am borrowing your bike later, so don't forget. I'll drink it tonight when I get back, and I'll think of you."

So that night after the humiliating borrowed bike night to school, I had one and a quarter shots of Bacardi to warm my stomach. Thanks Choch.

Anyway, fast forward to a week later. I had finally got some money. I was feeling good, leaving the house to buy food. Taxi money. I didn't have money for a bike yet, but I was mobile at least, and I was quickly repaying debts.

"Chochee," I said. "I got some money." He was dead sober that morning and trembling. I hadn't noticed before I walked up, I just wanted to tell him that things were better for me, and thanks for the help.

"Hey Gringecho," he said, "Go get us a bottle of Tatascan. The 25 Lps. bottle." I was there paying debts, so I said, "I am absolutely going to buy you the 25 Lps. bottle of hooch, but first, I don't even have a bike yet, and no taxi money, so I'm taking your bike."

"Go to the Canasta?" I asked, because I do not know where to buy Tatascan. They looked at each other, and mumbled in agreement, "No, it's 12:29 and the Canasta closes at 12:30."

"Go to the Stadium," they replied in unison.

The stadium is about a mile and a half away. No, I am not riding your bike to the stadium for the Tatascan.

"Hey," says Chochee, "This guy here is going to give you a ride on his motorcycle to the Stadium to buy the Tatascan." I haven't been on a ride on a motorcycle in Honduras in exactly six years, since the last time I was stuck somewhere without a ride. "He even has helmet for you," says Chochee.

So I got on the motorcycle and rode with some strange man to the stadium, where the outlet alcohol stands were open. I walked under the noon day sun with my helmet still on to buy a bottle of Tatascan at 12 noon.

So, suffice to say, after riding to the stadium to buy liquor at noon for the sign guys, I consider all my bicycle debts paid.

Here is a beautiful promotional video for Tatascan, el Mero Mero.


and some more videos from the intertubes





You can also visit this entirely interesting site about some French Girls on an ICYE exchange, who drank lots of Tatascan. You can see the results on their blog, here.



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Flooding in Honduras

October 25th 2008 02:38
Choluteca, Honduras -- It’s been a little rainy lately.

Tropical Storm 16 wasn’t exactly a hurricane, but sometimes a little bit of flooding is enough, especially for “high-risk” populations, such as those already living on the riverbanks


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Villa Helen's Hotel and Restaurant

October 16th 2008 00:54
Helen's Hotel, La Ceiba, Honduras
Helen's pool


I'm such a VIP that sometimes we go out for lunch on Sundays. Last weekend was that wild! I worked Saturday, and then got an invitation for lunch from dear friend Liz, owner of a car. I had gone way out on a limb and suggested that we could go to Sambo Creek for lunch someday. And here was Liz taking me up on it


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Halloween Candy for Adults

September 26th 2008 18:35
It was a dark and stormy night. Thunder rolled. Wolves howled. Somewhere a woman screamed! Probably because someone just told her that Halloween is for kids!

Adults can also have a great time on Halloween. So get your costume ready, plan a party for your friends and add some extra spookiness with treats made for grown-ups.
Candy cigarettes
Good for your health

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Honduran Dogs getting their Rabies shot
Health officials are offering free rabies vaccinations


The Secretary of Health in Honduras has announced that they will be carrying out a massive vaccination campaign from the 8th to the 12th of September. Citizens and residents who have a dog are invited to get their yearly rabies vaccination for free


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Adventure Baby Travel Tips

August 9th 2008 03:15
When my baby was born, I was not ready to stop traveling. Actually, there were more demands than ever to "come visit, and bring the baby!" As I look at my grown up "little girl" I am amazed to think that she has traveled more at her age than I had at twice her age. Weird math, right?

Other travelers groan at Mothers and babes. But at the end of the day, if you pack right and can relax, your baby can be everyone's favorite travel companion. You just need the right gadgets. Luckily, most of raising babies is a sense of adventure and good gadgets, large or small


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View from a trail near The Lodge at Pico Bonito
A view of Rio Colorado (the Lodge at Pico Bonito)


One of the biggest National Parks in Honduras is Pico Bonito National Park. It is located in the mountains around the city of La Ceiba, which makes it a great park to visit, since La Ceiba has lots of hotels and restaurants and good tourism infrastructure


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The best Guidebook to Honduras

July 29th 2008 18:46
Looking for a great way to learn more about your upcoming trip to Honduras? I highly recommend the Adventure Guide Honduras and the Bay Islands, by Maria Fiallos.

This might be the slightest of nepotism, since Maria is my best friend of many years. But it is a friendship that has been forged in the fires of journalism, tourism and many many hours of writing, and I assure that no one knows more about Honduras than Maria (maybe, not even me


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