The world, once over, again and again and again

02 December, 2005

Mountain Man

Okay...

I have finished my first week on the Mountain. Let me describe what it was to first venture up the mountain. So when I arrived in La Ceiba (a very touristy town compared to most of Honduras) on the north caribbean coast of Honduras. I went to my doctor's house and met this very excentric man. Very opinionated, extremely intelligent, but socially odd. Well, he told me that I would be living on the mountain with a local family and another gringo. SO the following day I was driven to the end of the "road" and dropped off to await for a jalon (a dirty old pick up truck to hitch hike up the mountain in). I was taken up 45 kms on a dirt path to some of the greenest, not pristine place I have ever been. Dropped off in front of some contraption that had a very sturdy wire dangling over a river. I was told to "hop in" and we went across in a basket to the other side of this river, which was at least 100 feet down. On the other side lived a little community of about 6 houses which were all one family and I would be living with them. I got put in this concrete cement square box which smells like wet soaks and that is where I stayed.

My work is different as well because I am with the American doctor in the neighboring town (an hour walk from my house) on monday and wednesday mornings. Then in the afternoons and tuesdays and thursdays I am with a Hondurenan nurse. I am there to evaluate what the gringos can do for the medicine practices on the mountain. It is interesting because what she does is not accepted in the states, but it may be wrong to impose american ways and treatments on Honduras. So I am there to lead by example and hopefully this coming week with the aid of the American Doctor we can start teaching her clinic how to treat better and with more care and hopefully less malpractice.

Overall this has been a very interesting, slow progressing, ADVENTURE.

Crazy!!!

La Cuenca, Honduras - My Clinic

La Cuenca, Honduras - My Clinic

La Cuenca, Honduras

...and if he is a wise man, he will not allow any of his subjects or citizens to make that his only profession - indeed, no good man ever did, fore surely no one can be called a good man who, in order to support himself, takes up a profession that obliges him at all times to be rapacious, fraudulent and cruel, as of course must be all of these - no matter what their rank - who make a trade of war.

21 November, 2005

Freezing in Honduras

Well, it has been raining for the 5th day in a row....Cold, cloud covered, wet city! :(

Copan Ruínas, Honduras

Copan Ruínas, Honduras

Santa Rosa De Copan, Honduras

Copan Ruínas, Honduras

There are a lot of different people here, and each has his own GOD. But the only GOD I serve is Allah, and in his name I swear that I will do everything possible once again to win out over the desert. But I want everyone of you to swear by the GOD you believe in that you will follow my orders no matter what. In the desert, disobedience means death.

17 November, 2005

Some more pictures

Dr. Sagastume

Teguc

Mario

Dr. Michel

Comayaguela

Jesse Blaine

Danlí Hike

It´s not what enters men´s mouths that´s evil. It´s what comes out of their mouths that is.

16 November, 2005

Me Voy Danlí

Well today is my last day in the beautiful valley of Danlí...

I am off to Tegucigalpa manana for the day and night and then up to Copan Ruinas for a couple days. I will also be visiting Santa Rosa de Copan, Gracias, and other neighboring little town... I will be taking a dip in some hot springs, hiking through some wilderness of some sort and taking a bunch of pictures to show you folks at home...

I will be at my next rotation on turkey day to celebrate with other americanos (hopefully). I am moving to La Cuenca, La Ceiba, Honduras...

Come visit me!!!

You must understand that love never keeps a man from pursuing his Personal Legend. If he abandoms that pursuit, it´s because it wasn´t true love...the love that speaks the Language of the World.

12 November, 2005

Montserrat in Yuscaran, Honduras.

Danny Trujillo calling back to me as he is hiking up the small hill in Danlí.

Danlí, Honduras.

Danlí, Honduras

Suyapa, Rosa and Patty hanging out. (Our home heroines).

If what one finds is made of pure matter, it will never spoil. And one can always come back. If what you had found was only a moment of light, like the explosions of a star, you wo uld find nothing on your return.

Do you want to know what these pictures are?

The first picture from the blog below is of the most famous Church in Honduras...People here believe that the Matron Mother of Honduras was moved once and she didn´t like her new home so in the middle of the night she left and returned to this church, but on the way she stopped in a local bar and was seen in the men´s restroom (which is now a holy site).

The second picture is a boy at the birthday party that I mentioned earlier.

The third picture is of the town Yuscaran from close to the top of Montserrat.

The fourth picture is of my town, Danlí, Honduras.

The fifth picture is of my town again.

The 6th picture is a picture from my clinic. Where we compile all the drugs into little baggies for the people to take home.

The final picture is of a bunch of us riding in the back of a trip while hitchhiking out to Yuscaran. That was fun!

That makes sense, Naturally it´s a fraud that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you´ve won.

05 November, 2005

More Pictures

To show you one of life´s simple lessons. When you possess great treasures within you, and try to tell others of them, seldom are you believed.

Daily Life

Work starts at 8am till 4pm with a 45 minute break for lunch. We see a variety of patients from ingrown toenails, to gripe, to eye infections, parasitic infections, dermatological infections and of course muscle pains from these men who have been hacking at the forest with knives for 50 years of their lives (and when these guys take off their shirts they are riped and look like 20 years with bitter beer face)... But all of these cases have one thing in common... The people with them always have had these problems for years... It is the oddest phenomenon...When we ask when did this begin they would say I have had this for 20 years and they are only 24 years old or something... and the reason they came into the clinic is that the ailment has gotten worse in the last 2 months...

Another interesting phenomenon is that people don´t know how many people live in their houses...One minute it is 5, then it can shoot up to 12 or more and then back down to 7. But we never really get a straight answer ....

These are just some local observations...some are funnier then others...

So after 4pm we get a break for 2 hours where Myself and the other volunteers might run into town to do something or go shopping for cereal and water... Then we start teaching english at 630 to 9pm...This happens monday to thursday and usually are great. I get to teach conversational english because I know the least spanish and my grammar is atrocious... Which is kinda scary because I am molding they young minds and telling them what to say...h aha hahhahah...

Then after 9pm we usually get drunk ..j-k ... we talk politics and the american government´s role in the world and then call it a night

There you are...a day in the life!

This is what we call love. When you are loved you can do anything in creation. When you are loved, there ´s no stop at all to understand what´s happening, because everything happens within you, and even can turn themselves into the wind. As long as the wind helps, of course.