Honduras

The four brothers and sisters of the family whose members are being murdered one by one are going to me moved from the ranch to a NPH in another country (I’m not saying where).  Last week an armed man arrived at our gate looking for the children.  Apparently the newspaper published a story about the children and wrote where they are now, EVEN THOUGH the ranch told the newspaper not to.  Those poor kids, living in eternal grief and fear.

Riding the buses is Honduras is always an experience.  They are usually packed and it is rare that we actually get a seat on the way home from Tegucigalpa.  Sometimes there are 20-30 people standing in the aisle.  Recently, the police seem to be cracking down on this, presumably for safety reasons.  There is always at least one police check point on the way home from Tegucigalpa.  At the check points money often changes hands between the police and busdrivers, either bribes or fines.  To avoid these fines the bus driver and assistants have now resorted to screaming at everyone who is standing to kneel down in the aisle, so when we pass the police check point, the police won’t see the packed-in people.  The ironic part is that the very people the police are trying to protect, the passengers, always readily comply with the bus driver.  I guess people feel the alternative would be no bus ride at all, or waiting another hour for the next bus with seats available. Too funny!